Ages to ages to ages

Twelve.
Twelve years old,
Eyes of starlight and gold,
Doing everything you are told.
Innocence protecting you, keeping you bold.
Your heart not yet tasting the cold.

Sixteen.
A year of tears.
Year of insecurities and fears.
Trying to grow;
 but you learn there is nothing you actually know.
Confusion lies in the lies of your peers.
They hold tight to the shears.

Twenty,
Twenty you have all in the bag.
Done with the childish years of playing tag.
Able to make your decisions,
But a long with that are many revisions.
College paving the way to your career.
You think you are done facing your fears.
Life is a breeze, my dear.

Twenty-Two,
You're unsure of what is up ahead.
You thought you knew,
You thought you grew,
But as an adult, it's not your fault, but you still have some growing up to do.
Jobs don't come easy, and life isn't easy too.
Your mind changes,
But you will keep learning.
You will get older,
And keep discerning;
What is right and wrong.
Finding your heartbeat and your song.
But maybe you have known it all along.
Maybe you've known it all along.

Either way,
This or that,
Time will come,
The ball will fly,
And the bat will swing,
And so will I.
Yes, so will me.

Distracted Eyes

With distracted eyes,
Come easy lies,
Come blurred directions,
In multiple sections,
Of life.

We need to focus our eyes,
Get up and try,
To live a pleasing life to God,
Find a steady path to trod,
And glorify.

The Creator,
The Savior,
The Redeemer,
Who made life more.
The lamb,
Clothed in blood,
Sacrificed,
Turned rain into a flood,
Of grace,
Washing us,
Of love,
Of trust,
My Lord,
My King,
My Friend,
My Everything,
The one who helps and holds,
Keeps us safe inside of the fold,
While we were wandering,
Searching,
With distracted eyes.
Looking for earthly things,
Looking for gold,
Letting our hearts grow cold,
Cause we're looking in all the wrong places.
Full of sin,
Full of death.
Looking to Satan who wants to take away our life,
Take away our breath.

Because our eyes did not see...

How broken are we?
Oh. how broken are we?

You Oh Lord,
You save.
You heal.
You ache with us,
You feel what we feel.
Even when we wander,
Even when we do not see.

You open our eyes,
and you forgive us each time.

Turn them back to You I pray,
And keep them far away,
From me.

The River

There once was a river,
Between the snowy trees.
Filled with ice,
That was colder than you and me.
But in those trees we found life,
Fluttering around on its wings.
And we listened as the new birds began to sing.
They sang a song of sadness,
So bittersweet.
But their words also contained happiness,
Between each mournful tweet.
I never knew what they meant,
I just knew what I heard.
I don't understand why I felt at ease,
I just know what I learned.
Between the trees and the river too,
I learned that when sadness and happiness collide,
They reminded me of me and you.

You Are A SandStorm

i close my hands
around your sand
because you are sand storm
and the sand is in my hands
in my eyes
and i tried to walk for the longest time;
blind.
but all i taste are tiny particles
like fragmented sentences
scraping against my tongue;
i'm done.
the sun burns my skin
and you give off light
but it's too bright
and i'm exhausted from
within.
i can't live in a sand storm
where i am warm,
but too warm.
i can't handle it;
i can't handle
i can't
i,
you,
me,
we can't.
we...
you,
no.
No,
not me.
No,
not.
no