to hide my head beneath the red
The world of darkness hovers above
but the beckon of sleep is winning my love
The pain of day lingers near but the sweetness of night holds back that fear
I long to be sleeping, cocooned in bed where the solace of quiet consumes me instead
The daunting day breaks through windows of sun
and I groan at the brightness that the battles been won
The sweet night is over and the day causes wake
but the heart that is in me is still bound to break.
I want to believe that sweet night when it lingers
is that answer I need and just slips through my fingers
But the truth I know well and should take to it's grasp
is the peace I am seeking I won't find in a mask.
The solace of sleep I am craving to find
is found only in the truth of a saviour who is mine
Who knows the desperate place of my heart
and knows the need for a new place to start
A Father of Fathers
A King above Kings
The Lord over victory
My peace in His wings
I can hide in bed while sun rises and falls
But my Lord Jesus
He knows it all
No hiding in covers that clothe me in red
will keep my pain from Him, His victory instead
So I crawl to my knees weak and still broken
praying He will lift me and cause me to open
My eyes and heart that longs to sleep more
That he will open the doors and begin to pour
To fill my dry spirit and my rigid bones
with the desire to seek Him and ready me for more
Tears I shed now while lowing my head
as I lay here and weap into covers of red
I know the battle is far from won
but the God who breaths life
has this victory done
My King of all Kings
My Lord of all earth
He knows my heart
He knows my worth
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