Works in Progress...(some bits from old scribbles I found)

In Progress 1

Outside, the sky is thick

with the heaviness of

night.

The voices of Your people

lifted up,

looking for Your light.

Then, from the distance

You

call out

and all the darkness scatters.

In Progress 2

So I'm chasing the rain

in hopes that Your grace

will wash over me,

I fall on my face,

tumble to my knees,

chasing the rain,

in thirst of You.

In Progress 3

Somewhere she sits,

beyond ordinary thought

and the phone rings,

but she doesn't answer.

She is not aware,

lost in the land of a make-believe world

she's been made to believe,

when some quiet voice breaks the

rule.

And we, really, are all the same,

dressed up in our business suits and ballgowns,

tough guy faces and tattered crowns

we've made for ourselves to wear

We are all lost in teh fame,

lost in the land of make-believe

we've been made to believe

until Your quiet voice breaks through

and light shines right

into the corner of the room,

where I am now

face to face,

looking at You.