The Throne

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord, the earth is filled with His glory!

Painting the skies with majesty, such is his forte

Before all who ever lived and were, stood Jesus

And He will still stand when all else is turned to dust

Outside of time and space, our words cannot praise

Near enough, the glory of your face.

Holy Father of light, from darkness you call first

And lo, the darkness to light gave birth

At your will you speak, and all do tremble

When Christ returns, every nation and tongue will assemble

They will confess, “Your Majesty and Holiness

You are the greatest, the brightest, the strongest and the best

Our words cannot describe your Holiness”

From least to greatest, this will they confess,

“Jesus, you are Lord, Master, God and King.”

This they will confess whether they be willing

Before the throne, where endless praises roll

Where the Lamb of God is sitting upon the throne

Where tongue will fail to describe the power of his presence

And all they can do is bow down and make obeisance

But who are we? O Lord, that you are mindful of us?

We are nothing, just children of dust?

We stumble and fall. We are so weak.

Yet to us from the throne does grace leap.


​The constant crash of the waves of time

And broken hearts, doth the individual redefine. 

What we though of yesterday, is not who we are today

But mere jars of clay used in all the wrong ways.

Fractured, broken. Glued together we are

Just tiny specks of dust underneath the stars.

Fleeting like the wind, our days do fly

Too often we reject the truth and hold onto the lies

We deceive ourselves, like fools we be

O Lord, you see, help me see the real me.

With all these breaks, my heart does change

Every day leaves me never again the same

But you, o Lord, forever, never change

Help me hold on, when all else is shifting sand

On you alone, do i stand

A weary, broken, feeble man.

My Best Days

Some say I’m young, I think I’m old
Old enough to carry a grievous load
Old enough to carry plenty of regrets
Live each day with things i’d rather forget
All those years of invincibility
Got me in a whole lot of vulnerability
This man is not who he once was
Once whole, now broken, now tossed
Pieces of a heart missing – washed up
Looking at life like a half-empty cup
But somewhere deep inside
I feel that fire flickering, alive
And somehow I know, up ahead
I’ve still got my best days yet

Life is just a paradox, catch twenty-two
Caught in the middle is you
Must demolish to build, die to live,
Throw out to keep, Lose to win
Experience the tears, sweat, and pain
To have the triumph, victory, and gain
He who dares, will often fail
But tis will be the day he prevails
Every time I go down in the pit
I will emerge reborn from it
Fight harder, run swifter, be stronger
Breath deeper, play bolder, last longer
I was dead, so I buried me
But I will rise like a phonix. See
I’e been through hell and calamity
But my best days are still in front of me