Lyrics, Lamentations & Love Songs*

I see the distance  Looking on ahead Often stumble Over the obstacles in my head But you know the path One step at a time That I should take Leading to you Drawn in a straight line I see clouds I see the sun I feel the rain And you gave that all to me  Yet, often I still refrain From looking down  At my feet You have me right where I am As I look off  Toward where the horizon meets Help me to stop See right where I stand  And know I can still look ahead But never forget  Whose I am Under the tapestry  Of your hand Lead me where you’d have me Help me to not over-plan Amidst the clouds The sun The rain Feeling your presence My spirit remains Yours. 01/21/26 clc “A man’s heart plans his way, But the Lord directs his steps.” Proverbs‬ ‭16‬:‭9‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Do you hear me  when I call out in frustration? Waking this way Taking in all the pain  and making clear The fact that I still live  with a fear That doesn’t come from  anywhere other than myself And I struggle to cry out  When all I want  Is for the hurt to disappear  Yet I hold it close And let no one else Realize it’s there Masking it with the silly  or sincere  Keep praying… I so want you to hear and help me walk through The dark when it closes in and  The light disappears… <breathe> Sun is coming up Moving slowly A one step at a time This is where I am. 01/20/26 clc “Give ear and come to me; listen, that you may live. I will make an everlasting covenant with you, my faithful love promised to David.” Isaiah‬ ‭55‬:‭3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

The Saints go on before us Clearing the path as we let them go And all the things they taught us We now hold closely, As tears flow A river of grief Running to the sea Of all those Memories  Never perfect,  but what man is? They still walked before us As we watched what they did Sometimes in the words they said, But more in their actions  They proved  A testimony of years Now silent  Yet still runs through me and you The saints were never silent And even now  ten thousand angels rise above Opening the way to heaven  Where finally, he can give up This weak and weary form And be clothed With righteousness of our Lord This Saint  Soon heavenly bound Let the peace  Of Heaven rain down In each single tear That we wear As they go home. 01/19/26 clc

See my heart Even when it’s shattered When I’m hurting  And nothing matters But my hope Where I have laid  My burdens down In the silence When no one is around That still, small voice Booms throughout the darkness Tears flow  and I’m reminded That nothing else Can save me  from myself There is nothing else Lift up my eyes Through moments  when I’m just trying to survive When the hope I hold Seems to hide I know it’s there I remember what it’s like I’m painfully aware Of how small I am And I need you here Here Where I am sitting Taking a few moments Really pleading  For you to know I am smaller Than I ever thought  Yet, my heart wants to show I am just trying to move I’m moving slow, but I’m still holding out for the hope  I know is there I know you’re there I know you’re there I am aware. Hear the cries of my heart This is my prayer. 01/14/26 clc “But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because ...

When was I Your hands and feet? When did I give you  bread to eat? When were you hungry Lord? When were you in need?  Seems I’d remember If you were asking me I don’t remember Giving anything to you I tend to rush around  From morning until day is through  Clothed in righteousness, When did you need clothes? Seems I’d remember If you were naked and all alone ‘Dear son, It’s not just about looking up - Look around you It’s about helping  The ones I love I came to walk  Amongst the beggars and the unclean Often turning the heads of the leaders who would scream “Why do you bother yourself With those beneath?” They could only see the dirt While I see everything Their hearts hurting The deep dark that covered their souls The weary stranger Who just wanted to be known When you take  even a moment to tend their hearts You become part of The ministry of the heart And what you do for  the very least of these Is a daily reminder Of the sacrifice I bring...

There is no rumble of anticipation  Stirring in the streets The days settle into repetition The mundane flows like weary feet To and fro  often without a  Direction  of their own Celebrations  once so happy and so gay Have come and gone and all that remains Is the dull ache of winter The shivering cold and dreary path Yet we have to move toward something  Can’t stay where we’re at The light may not seem clear  But if we stop it’s still there Guiding feet  with worn out souls/soles Still moving  wanting to know The road to take. 01/06/26 clc