Gold

Contentment, oh so rare
A fine jewel obscure to man
A treasure buried underneath our many possessions

Its quite tiresome you know
To find the key 
To find the fix
I traveled to, I traveled through
To find the key 
To find the fix

I did what every one else did
Set my mind on vanity
Spent my pay on luxury
But “luxury is artificial poverty”
   
We sit at the banquet table
Meals served like we’re kings and queens
Yet all we ingest is a plate of envy
We sit at the banquet table
Meals served like we’re kings and queens
Starving for a taste of whats across from me 

Is it ever enough?
Is it in my head? is it in my blood?

I ran out of room,
I couldn’t find the space for ease
I bought what they sold
Consume consume, I’m consumed

Exhausting myself, I spin on an endless loop
“When I have this then ill be happy
When I have that then ill be savvy”

We sit at the banquet table
Meals served like we’re kings and queens
Yet all we ingest is a plate of envy
We sit at the banquet table
Meals served like we’re kings and queens
Starving for a taste of whats across from me 

An accumulation of assets
But still a groaning in our stomaches
Who knew vacuity inside would be so heavy

But may we strive for a greater gain
Free from the burden of silver
A perspective that is rich and worth the weight of gold

I will be wealthy not in what i own
But in what i can do with out

Contentment, oh so rare
A fine jewel obscure to man
A treasure buried underneath possessions

Springs

Father how should a man of integrity ought to be
Does he wear a smile like a veil
Or a sleeve that bleeds his sanity?
When he wears a cross over his heart
Is it for reverence or vanity?
When he visits the chapel at weeks end
Is it insurance? Is it prosperity?

Show me a man who is worthy to lead this generation
Where are the strong? Where are the disciplined?
The snakes have lured us with fruit, the rats have told us lies
And with their spoons of silk they have served us their bribes

Take me to the corners of earth 
Show me, an honest man

Tell me how a man of integrity ought to be

“Imprinted in his bones there is honesty
His word is a ladder in the lions den
If its firm, then by his word he will be saved 
If it falters, then in the den he stays

He is crooked in little and he’s honorable in much
He walks on upright, blameless and sincere 
Fame and fortune are like mangled rags 
Greed’s a mat where he wipes his feet”
 
The snakes have lured us with their fruit
The rats have told us lies
Take me to the corners of earth 
Show me, an honest man

“Like a boulder up against the tide, 
He is not moved, he’s not displaced,
His flesh withers but his heart perseveres 
Compassion flows from him like an endless spring

Nothing to bring shame, nothing to bring reproach”

Oh father instill in me
To be a man of integrity

Fearless leaders
Daring shepherds 
Men of integrity

Peaks

Before mountains were born 
You pulled light from the void
The hands that sculpted the peaks
Are the same hands that molded me

How beautiful you must be 
To design a world as complex as me
You tailored every strand
From the galaxies to each fragment of sand

Thunder is the words from your lips
You carry the winds in your fist
You wear the seas like a robe 
Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere 

The sun awakens for you
Each dusk paints its own canvas 
The storms surrender to you
Seasons turn but you’re unchanging
Trees in the forest chorus 
And the waves of the sea resound 
Skies proclaim your craftsmanship
And the knee of creation bows

How beautiful you must be 
To design a world as complex as me
You tailored every strand
From the galaxies to each fragment of sand

Thunder is the words off your lips
You carry the winds in your fist
You wear the seas like a robe 
Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere 
Stars are your eyes through the darkness 
The landscapes wrap around your bones 
Giving all living things their homes
The galaxies spiral with your mysteries 

So be it, you have no start
So be it, you have no end

Magnificent creator
From your hands come the prettiest of things

So be it, you have no start
So be it, you have no end

Falls

Heaven had chosen a rock to store her
But the granite could not withhold
Breaching, the rock gave birth to a river
With elegance she rained down from above

Mesmerizing, her beauty a sight to behold
Captivating all creation on which she bestows 
Even the hills bow, making way for her display
I craved her refreshment, to even draw a taste

Clouds of mist cast a hue 
Colors sing winsomeness

On your crest i will settle my head
The fowls of the air will be our serenade
My limbs were loose but in your rush i felt secure
Descending, I have been swept away 
By your current

Crystal surface reflects your benevolence
A drink to quench the mouths of nature and creature 
Empathetic, swallowing the griefs in each wave
Washing the burdens of the broken hearted

Clouds of mist cast a hue 
Colors sing of Tenderness

On your crest i will settle my head
The fowls of the air will be our serenade
My limbs were loose but in your rush i felt secure
Descending, I have been swept away 
My life has changed
By your current

As i hold my lungs full of trust 
Inch to the edge, heart in my throat
Take a step, ill delight in the fall
Plummeting into your blue vault

I found a peace at the foot of your shore
I will be swept away by your tide
A river that won’t dry 

Silk

My roots have made a home
Deep in the layers of loam
I have sprouted some leaves
Released my seed, I am blossoming 

Frail petals clenching fragile stalk
A life so beautiful
A life so delicate

Sands through the seam of the time keeper
Have we learned how to number our days
The hands of time will transform and shape 
The silk in my wings is fair

I don’t question who I’m called to be
The gardener didn’t request a fern or a tree
He chose to plant me
So I’ll bloom, and that’s what I’ll be
The very best version of me 
To honor him, I won’t stop growing till its complete

I’ll bring beauty to dormancy 

Transient creations
Made precious by mortality

Vulnerable, exposed
My beauty offers no armor 

Winter reveals its sharp sting
A chill breeze that’s overbearing
The vary moment is fleeting 
The color in my veins have turned to grey

Frail petals clenching fragile stalk
A wind that passes and comes not again

Sands through the seem of the time keeper
Have we learned how to number our days
The hands of time will transform and shape 
The silk in my wings is dead

The prettiest of things waste

Will waste 
We waste