Pieces Of My Heart I Can’t Tell You
Embody me O God in my earthly suffering. Live in me as I express and release my worship, as sweet incense rising. You are pleased that I am not looking to be entertained but enraptured in your presence. Rest in me that my wounds may sting less painful. The colorful warrior of suffering, you are in every way the creative spirit entwined with mine, pulling me in an outreach of prayer, tell joy that I will be looking for her in the morning. When the rain stops, and when doves slip through the sky, I will hush the cravings of loneliness. In gentleness, in sweetness, I hope you come after me, for I will wait for you though you don't answer. I will feed your phone line of non existent memories of life's patience. Even as the years roll over like your toss and turn of sleep, you will wake and remember that it doesn't feel so good to be without me, can you even picture it, no one else around. But the whisper of my tiny voice trickling through your ears, I need you, to worship God forreal. No more confessing to live right and we don't live right past the color of our skin, should not determine how we worship, blowing kisses to God I surrendered for you not to just get saved, but to stay saved by the sustainer of Life that is keeping us alive.