Thursday, August 16, 2012

"Instead of Worry" [from The Contributor]



Instead of Worry
Christ Scott F. 
Formerly Homeless Poet/Songwriter


I've walked the road alone so long
Pretending I don't see 
Acting like I didn't know
That you were always 
There with me
When I finally stopped running
When I'd finally given up 
I finally see the one thing 
That I needed was Your Love

Instead of worry I'd rather believe
That God will take care of me
I'll have everything I need
Lord help me see... Help me see...
Instead of worry I'd rather believe
That this is how it's s'posed to be
I'll follow you wherever you lead 
To destiny
Instead of worry I'd rather believe

Now this is all just temporary
You've got your hand upon my life
I feel like I'm being carried 
And I'm learning how to fly
And everything that's happening
Each new experience
Has already been written and 
It's all part of your plan

Instead of worry I'd rather believe
That God will take care of me
I'll have everything I need
Lord help me see... Help me see...
Instead of worry I'd rather believe
That this is how it's s'posed to be
I'll follow you wherever you lead 
To destiny
Instead of worry I'd rather believe

My Strength
My Fortress
My Rock
And my Shield
There's nothing more important
Than knowing you're real
I'm trusting you more
Each and every day
And listening
For everything
I hear you say
 
Instead of worry I'd rather believe
That God will take care of me
I'll have everything I need
Lord help me see... Help me see...
Instead of worry I'd rather believe
That this is how it's s'posed to be
I'll follow you wherever you lead 
To destiny
Instead of worry I'd rather believe



Wednesday, August 15, 2012

restlessness...





     I look up 
through the morning haze
        to see the 
shape of an airplane,
     camouflaged,
soaring into the thick,
           grey clouds
above... 

     Oh, how I long to be 
inside that winged 
       capsule,
    heading somewhere,
            anywhere, 
far from here... 

    Yet again, I've become
restless, 
     ready for a new 
              adventure
in some unfamiliar 
        land... 

  The stillness, 
        the sitting, 
the waiting
     is killing me
slowly, 
     suffocating me... 

 I need a breath 
       of fresh air, 
cleansing water, 
    a strong breeze
to wash over me
       to bring life 
back into these
            dry bones....


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

a wordless morning...





     there are mornings 
when words
          evade me...

they dance around
       the far reaches 
of my mind

   just beyond my reach...

I try to rope 
         them in
     but in vain... 

   I relent, 
       embracing
a wordless morning

     to sit & be.