"The Constant"

I'm being swallowed alive
By the questions of these skies
How much further do they stretch
And have I seen the half yet

And what do I know
Life gets stranger as I go
My reality changes every day
I'm searching for something that stays

You are the constant
You are the shore
We are the waves, crashing
Trying to find something more
And it all leads back

I'm coming to grips
With the fact that I'm not it
Not the one who sees or understands
My footsteps are all shifting sand

And true to my humanity
I'll wane and feign divinity
In new directions every day
I'm searching for something that stays
Still

You are the constant
You are the shore
We are the waves, crashing
Trying to find something more
And it all leads back

How can I think I've got it figured out
How can I think I've got it figured out
I may not say it
No, I'd never admit to it
But I act it out
I walk out my belief
As loud as my doubts

You are the constant
You are the shore
We are the waves, crashing
Trying to find something more
And it all leads back
To You
It all leads back
To You

"Blood Vessels"

Strung up inside me
There to remind me
The cadence my heart keeps
With millions of heartbeats
These tables are turning
The oceans You're churning
Make rivers run upstream
The course of my bloodstream

I am alive
For the first time
More alive
Than the first time

Lost beyond reason
The coldest of seasons
Cuts off my breathing
And slows down the bleeding
Stir up the seas when
These breaths come uneven
I'm falling apart
To be where you are

I am alive
For the first time
More alive
Than the first time
You are beating life
Into a cold wasteland
Sifting through time
And my bloodline

Keep on bleeding
Till the blood runs true
The only thing that keeps me running
Is You

"Hold On My Heart"

Am I the only one
Who's sitting up at night
With the light on, thinking
Am I the only one
Who's pondering the thought
Of us
And if there is
And if there ever was

You see, I'm not so good at keeping
A hold on my heart
See, it's writhing at the sight of you
I'm trying everything to get
A hold on my heart

Am I the only one
Not good at being guarded
When my heart is, beating
Am I the only one
Who's had to hash it out
With God
And what He wills
And what my heart wants

You see, I'm not so good at keeping
A hold on my heart
See, it's writhing at the sight of you
I'm trying everything to get
A hold on my heart

And see, the nights are passing by
As I'm sitting here and wondering why
I can't get you off my mind
Sorting through the possibilities
The angles and adversities
What it'd take to make you mine
It can only take time

There's a hold on my heart
To raise it from the dead someday
Feels like it's still on layaway
So I guess for now I'll lay awake
And pray this aching goes away
Someday

"Ripple Effect"

It's a powerful thing
Watching a drop hitting the water
A singular being
Having say over all the others
Having an effect

And I wonder what my ripple is
When the sum of myself is joined with hers and his
Are we making waves

We could drop a word and watch it spread
Like propaganda in another person's head
Advertising lies or love and life instead
I'm wondering
Do you know the effect you have?

When I see tiny waves spread out
Like a soundwave when a person shouts
Making noise and all of the water hears it
And even moreso move to the sound of your voice
Effecting their placement
Effecting their choice
Oh, what a powerful drop we are

We could drop a word and watch it spread
Like propaganda in another person's head
Advertising lies or love and life instead
I'm wondering
Do you know the effect you have?

And you say that even skipping stones
Have to settle at the ocean's floor
That ripples only sound in ponds and stop
But what is a sea but a multitude of drops?
A multitude of drops

"Engraved"

Walking through the graveyard 'cross the street
Looking at the gravestones by my feet
Some of them with crosses, some without
Wondering which'll break at the trumpets sound

Easy to spot the spots where the rich had died
Their tombstones rise like towers to the sky
Much like the structures built in Babylon
Their efforts to reach heaven dead and gone

So here I sit
Judging graven images by the images engraved
Trying to guess the ones that Jesus saved
And I could spit
On their graves much easier than in their face
Casting stones at the stones where people lay

And I'm wondering if I could take another look
To judge the contents instead of the cover of the book
Our lives are stories bound up by the spine
All the pages and the memories in our mind

So it's a library, not a cemetery I walk
In both places we are cautioned not to talk
For the histories make imprints off the page
Where I'm hoping it's Your image that's engraved

So here I sit
Judging graven images by the images ingrained
Sifting through the icons man has made
And I could spit
At everything that I don't understand
Or do what Jesus already commands

And rest in Him
And in the peace
That He gave
I'll never be the same
I thank the Lord
That His image is engraved