I am a speck

in the expanse of eternity

living in blinks and breaths

making waves in forever.

I am a tiny dot

placed on the page of infinity

just me,

waiting for the touch of a pen.

I am insignificant

without power to change on my own

without the will to fight

lost in a touch.

But

I am strong

I have the hope

of a thousand stars

to guide me home.

I am great

with the power to change eternity

simply by believing,

sending my pebble into the water.

I am a wave

shaking the foundation of the future

breaking the barriers of spirit

bringing mountains to their knees.

I am a lion

joining in the chorus

raising the ashes of time

triumphant and joyous in the flames.

I am waiting

never in silence

never stationary

for Him. 

I’m a rap at a rodeo,

a break-in on a private show.

A stop light when you wanna go,

a high when you’re feeling low.

I’m that itch you can’t scratch,

the harsh words you want back.

The first time your heart cracks,

the knife stuck in your back

Trick or treat?

Yeah, it’s me,

knockin’ at your door

tonight.

And yeah I know

you don’t wanna talk

to me

but that’s all right.

Because sometimes

life's not candy

and love's not sweet,

but we make

the most

of life

out on the street.

The morning’s cool,

the rain is gone from yesterday.

You hold my hand

and everything is perfect.

But the waves wash out

from coming in

and all my doubts

rush back again.

The way my life’s

been playing out,

nobody’s perfect.

You held me tight

I held my doubts

that it wasn’t worth it,

it was my first kiss.

The morning’s cool,

the rain is gone from yesterday.

You hold my hand

and everything is perfect.

But the waves wash out

from coming in

and all my doubts

rush back again.

The way my life’s

been playing out,

nobody’s perfect.

You held me tight

I held my doubts

that it wasn’t worth it,

it was my first kiss.

You give me a problem.

Tell me to solve it.

So I pick up my pencil.

And think.

And think.

But there's a bird outside

the window.

It has pretty blue

feathers

and a sharp 

yellow 

beak.

And there's a car

driving by, 

a shiny black

car, with

four white

wheels.

Snap!

The crack of the

ruler

on my desk.

You move me

away from the window,

hand me my pencil

again,

tell me to solve your problem

again.

So I think. Again.

But there's a sign 

on the ceiling

that says 'gullible'

and there are math equations

on the board

that look how I 

imagine my grandma's

thoughts must look;

jumbled,

nonsense.

Rip!

You tear the sign

off the ceiling.

Swipe!

Gone are the math

equations.

You move me to the detention

room,

hand me my pencil

and I think.

And think.

And think.

But the white walls remind

me of white caps on waves

and suddenly 

there is no place

like the ocean.

No place

like any place

anywhere from here,

in this room

of white walls

and pretty birds

and fast cars

and problems.

Take my life, Lord

take the sight from my eyes, Lord

take the skip from my step

and the memories from me head

but please, Lord, don't take my words.

Take the food from my mouth, Lord

take the roof off my house, Lord

take the songs that I sing

and the wonders of spring

but please Lord, don't take my words.