Monday, February 14, 2011

To the Chief Mucisian. (In my Weakness)

Struck with silence,
My sorrow stirred.
My heart was hot
As the fire burned.


Where is my hope?
The day has left me.
Where is my hope?
The day is gone.

My days are measured.
This flesh is frail.
My life is just successed breaths
A mere vapor trail.

Where is my hope?
The night is dark now
Where is my hope?
The night is here.

I stumbled as a shadow
Filled with possessions vain.
I gathered riches,
With nothing to gain;
With nothing but stain

The day has left, and the night is here
but i wait for day break and i know
My Hope is in You.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Dave, it's Kenneth!
    For some reason Blogspot didn't send me a notification that you commented on my post, but hey, I found you and am following you now! + I did comment back on your post if you wanna take a look...
    But yeah, did you write this? I know in the Psalms there are a lot of "To the Chief Musician's," so, yeah.
    God Bless!
    : ]~KL

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  2. awesome man! yea your stuff on youtube is really sweet. keep em' coming.
    but yea i did write this. i took psalms 39 and gave it a chorus haha.
    but thanks for the follow man. ill try and post more stuff when i have time.

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