Thursday, April 11, 2013

Hope Unconditional

My hope isn't tied to the seasons; my hope isn't tied to the rain. My hope isn't tied to money, or stars, or good fortune, or a lack of pain.

My hope doesn't fade with the sunset, 'cause in the dark you call my name.

My hope is in a person. My hope is found.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Rain Come Down

Storms are brewing,
Winds are blowing,
Signs are showing:
It's coming on.

Fences are breaking.
Tension's mounting;
Fears, surrounding
It's coming now.

Rain on me and sweep me away in the hurricane:
I want to be caught up in you.
I'm no longer looking for safety;
I'm just looking for you, and you are good.