A Typical Thursday Eyes shut, I’m searching, While eyes wide, I’m dreaming Mind rut, I’m lurching, While thoughts wild, I’m scheming Soul cut, I’m churching, While soul cried, I’m singing.

What Is What is singing Sweetly as the birds If I cannot sing your name? What is sun shining Warmly as the truth If it lights not your face? What is loving Purely as the Lamb If I cannot love you?

For It Knows And though I would swear This beating heart would stop For without you there is less need It keeps on still because it knows It will beat with yours again And though I would think These laughing lips would silence For without you there is less joy They smile still because they know They will meet with yours again And though I would wish This aching soul would fly home For without you there is less comfort… Read more »

I, who stretched my neck in bravado, Yield to you in strength. I, whose pride held high my head, Look up to you in awe. I, whose trembling legs fought mountains, Stand firmly beside you. I am stronger for you, For I am stronger with you. Born of your rib, I am complete. Completely yours, forever.