its a beautiful song by jars of clay.....

In open fields of wild flowers
She breathes the air flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call her
And she will come running
Fall in his arms, the tears will fall down
And she'll pray
I want to fall in love with you,
i want to fall in love with you.

Sitting silent wearing sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it
Goes to the people who stare into nowhere
Can't feel the chains on their souls
He's more than the laughter
Or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat
Or a song on her lips
Someday we'll trust him
And learn how to see him
Someday he'll call us
And we will come running
Fall in his arms
The tears will fall down and we'll pray
I want to fall in love with you,
i want to fall in love with you.

Seems too easy to call you savior
Not close enough to call you a God
So as I sit and think of
Words I can mention to show my devotion
I want to fall in love with you,
I want to fall in love with you...

picture of you

if i could paint a picture of you...
of all you are,
and all you can be....
would it be as beautiful as i saw it
in the strokes of my imagination?

if i could tell in hues of color
a story you're yet to see?
would it say enough,
or fall short by much
i do not know - not yet,

as the canvas remains
it waits for this-it waits to tell
in shadow and light
in color and hue
vibrant and bright
a picture of you.

clutter

funny how days seem so full.....
not of things to do, but thoughts in your head
clutter you dont need
funny how we justify the unneccessary
with our own fabrications of assumptions
they come quick, but dont go so easy.
its strange, what we build in a moment.
space filled with insignificance.
clutter....
it has to go.