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The innocence of a sunrise,
the bright orange of the sun with a symphony of colors behind it,
singing songs of hallelujahs and hopes beyond my imagination.
See, I'm stuck in the sunsets,
in the exhaustion of the end of the day,
and I can't seem to let it go.
It hangs onto me like stepping on a piece of paper with bare feet.
This sense of exhaustion has overrun every thought.
This hopelessness has invaded my homelessness, and I'm lost without a place to go,
without a safe place to hide.
I'm without my daily prescribed hug.
I'm missing the smile, and I've been drawing it back on with sharpies hoping it'll stick, but every time I cry it runs off again. See, I had a smile, but it went away when the innocence of the morning left.
I've tried to get it back, but it's not there anymore.
Where do I find it?
Where do I find that smile again?
It's in You.
My smile's in Your smile.
My hope's in Your hope.
My home's in Your home.
I lost my smile when I stopped seeing Yours.
I lost my hope when I stopped looking at Yours.
I lost my home when I stopped hanging out at Yours.
Can I come back over and hang out with You again?
It's the only place I feel like things are going to be ok.
It's the only place I want to be.
I want to be with You.
Jesus, I want to come back home.
the bright orange of the sun with a symphony of colors behind it,
singing songs of hallelujahs and hopes beyond my imagination.
See, I'm stuck in the sunsets,
in the exhaustion of the end of the day,
and I can't seem to let it go.
It hangs onto me like stepping on a piece of paper with bare feet.
This sense of exhaustion has overrun every thought.
This hopelessness has invaded my homelessness, and I'm lost without a place to go,
without a safe place to hide.
I'm without my daily prescribed hug.
I'm missing the smile, and I've been drawing it back on with sharpies hoping it'll stick, but every time I cry it runs off again. See, I had a smile, but it went away when the innocence of the morning left.
I've tried to get it back, but it's not there anymore.
Where do I find it?
Where do I find that smile again?
It's in You.
My smile's in Your smile.
My hope's in Your hope.
My home's in Your home.
I lost my smile when I stopped seeing Yours.
I lost my hope when I stopped looking at Yours.
I lost my home when I stopped hanging out at Yours.
Can I come back over and hang out with You again?
It's the only place I feel like things are going to be ok.
It's the only place I want to be.
I want to be with You.
Jesus, I want to come back home.
A bit of late night/early morning poetry written while listening to some fantastic acoustic Five Iron Frenzy. I had for the past few weeks stopped spending my time hanging out with God, and I lost my hope and my joy, and was feeling incredible burdened by all of the stuff going on.
World Without an End
Every New Day
World Without an End
Every New Day
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