by Tobie Robertson

 

I walk amoung the moonlit field,
The splendour is the weapon they wield.
I dwell in their friendly lies,
And gaze up at their star-scattered skies.

The flowers are pink and the sky is one,

Dare I blink? Will it be all gone?
Is the earth and sky one big team?
Or a perpetual moment from someone else’s dream?

I stroll along till the land is bare,
And I can see you standing there.
Your footprints are marked in the sand,
And there you are, holding out your hand.

I glaze around the deserted beach,
Before taking the one thing I’d failed to reach.
You draw me towards you and I feel this heat,
Of the passion of this moment
End your vigorous heartbeat.

As you hold me in your firey embrace,
My heart begins to really race.
With every emotion I’d ever felt,
You just made me want to melt.

Everything I’d refused to feel
Has come out and been labeled real.
Every emotion I’d thought was fake
Is now up and wide awake.

I feel my soul join with yours,
And when I’m in, I close the doors.
So none of this will ever roam free,
Like the confused feelings inside of me.

But then it stops and I feel cold,
And now it’s only my hand you hold.
Then you reach out and stroke my cheek,
And you whisper in a voice so meek,
“Don’t be so very afraid,
for you a special plan is made.”

I sit up in bed and open my eyes,
Watching the moon light up the skies.
I see the moonlight pouring in
To the leaf-fringed window that hid within.
I lift my hand and touch my cheek,
Remembering your words so soft and meek:
“Don’t be so very afraid,
for you a special plan is made.”

Could it be that the holy host
Came in the form of what I wanted most?
A love so deep that will set me free,
And break the barriers that contain me.

Now I know I cannot be afraid
Because Christ’s life was laid.
He will forgive us all within,
Though we all continue to sin.

The dream of you was so far away,
Nothing like the price Christ had to pay.
To let the world in its ignorance know,
Oh how he loves us so

 

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