about me.

Oh, perilous place, walk backwards toward you .
Blink disbelieving eyes, chilled to the bone.
Most visibly brave, no apprehended gloom
First to take this foot to virgin snow.

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment.
I am a wunderkind.
And I lift the envelope pushed far enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne

Destined to serve, destined to roam

Oh, ominous place, spellbound and unchild-proofed
My least favorite chill to bare alone.
Compatriots in place, they'd cringe if I told you
Our best back-pocket secret our bond full-blown .

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind.
I am a pioneer, naive enough to believe this:
I am a princess on the way to my throne

Destined to seek, destined to know

Most beautiful place reborn and blown off roof
My view about-face whether great will be done

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind.
I am a ground-breaker naive enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
I am a wunderkind.
I am a Joan of Arc and smart enough to believe this
I am a princess on the way to my throne.

Destined to reign, destined to roam.

A hymn.

If to distant lands I scatter
If I sail to farthest seas
Would you find and firm and gather 'til I only dwell in Thee?

If I flee from greenest pastures
Would you leave to look for me?
Forfeit glory to come after
'Til I only dwell in Thee

If my heart has one ambition
If my soul one goal to seek
This my solitary vision 'til I only dwell in Thee
That I only dwell in Thee
'Til I only dwell in Thee
-Brooke Fraser

until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart

Today's lyrics are brought to you by the intensly genius William Fitzsimmons. At first, I thought this song was about David. And maybe it is. I'll not make any conclusive decisions about it. But the more I listen and the more I understand this kind of gray place...struggle and questioning and a sort of dark honesty...the more I think this may actually be about Paul...

Just something to think about.



Passion Play

I should not have hid where my heart can't follow
'Cause this grace gets too far and too hard to swallow
I've been running from Saul, he's been givin' chase
When I look in his eyes, all I see is my face

You're still on my back after all these years
Chasing me out of hell and my nice veneers
I don't know how you stand when you've got no floor
Or how you can breathe with your hands on boards

I just want to be not what I am today
I just want to be better than my friends might say
I just want a small part in your passion play

Do you hear when I call in the midst of it all?
Do you hear these here words when I sing this song?
Are you caught up in me like I heard you say?
Or some big cashier that I'll have to pay?