f4m.

Jesus is not a flatterer, he is a lover.

I shall immerse myself in your love.
I shall saturate myself in your grace.
I shall soak myself in your mercy.

To be a quirky, little glow that you'll remember.
Who will captivate your heart,
And ruffle up your hair,
Then kick up my heels and skip away,
Because it's so much more free than walking.
To flutter with my lashes and my soul.
In hopeless adoration of the Saviour King,
I'll sing with all my heart,
At the top of my lungs,
Because why whisper His praises, hey?

This is who I will be.
Fight for me.

Why don't you be the artist?

A crystal sort of distance is humming in the atmosphere,
Pulsing in the vibrations of space between you and I,
Flashing hazy gazes in directions to be captured
Whilst holding to ignorance of the shadowy truth,
This tangible gap, repelling heart from heart,
Knowing, frustrating, this is how it has to be,
Feeling the lies of nothing, forcing an aura of hope,
A sigh can speak a thousands words simply left unsaid,
So, he will emanate wit and she will laugh along,
When you look then I must look far away,
Waiting for the empty vortex of minutes and hours
As irrelevant seconds flick through your eyes,
Can you feel it? The gritted teeth and broken hearts...
Two souls singing solo, together.

Another minute with you.

I can't wait to start living;
I'd forgotten that I never could remember.
I know not who I am, hence
Not what to do with this,
The pursuit of pursuing something,
How did I end up here?
Time does not make it easier, just fuzzier.
Here I go again, don't hold my gaze;
That's all it takes.