Distance

Distance

Missing only begins to describes

The thought of being without you

As daylight creeps up my window

What’s missing from my view is you

And it burns more it each day

It’s getting more painful to say

How much I love you and in every way

The distance grows farther

And more silent every day

Without your smiling face

I wade into the daily fray

Certain that I’ve lost you

Determined to come for you

But missing you and loving you

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Confession

If I start speaking Latin

Don’t think that I’m possessed

I’m only conversing in tongues

Confessing how much I’m blessed

Angels might echo my actions

But I’d hardly count myself one

I’m not really suited for harping

I’d like to have a little more fun

But saints and sinners are people

They all had ordinary lives once

Till a catalyst hastened a spark

Making giants out of runts

My pedestal stands at the ready

I’ll have so far to climb

You put me so far above you

Gives me farther to fall, I find

You’ve no notion of being so blessed

Blessings have no meaning of self

It’s not that you can’t ever love me

It’s the value, the cost, the price

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