The Door is Open

NURTURE THE SPIRIT
FIGHT THE BATTLE OF GRACE
NEVER STAND STILL
AND RUN THE RACE
THERE IS A STILL SMALL VOICE WITHIN
BECKONING YOU HOME
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
IN THE WHISPER OF THE SUNRISE
IN THE TWILIGHT OF DAWN
A PRECIOUS GIFT IS BORN
IN THE POUNDING OCEANS ROAR
IN THE SANDS OF WHAT WILL BE
THE GIFT IS GIVEN
TO ALL WHO BELIEVE
GIVEN TO ALL WHO RECEIVE
AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU ARE DOING
NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE
NO MATTER WHAT YOU ARE THINKING
YOU CANT ESCAPE THE SCARS
OF INNOCENCE BLEEDING
UPON A TREE THAT DAY
WHERE THE TRUE GIFT IS GIVEN
WHEN LOVE OPENED THE WAY…

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NO EXPECTATIONS

Just when you were not expecting it
grace & love come to you
with open arms and heart
inviting you back to another start

The night aches for redemption
the early morning sings
flowers of indulgence
whither and weep rain

Open to invention
a dream from afar
the mercy of forgiveness
finds you where you are

No use in lonesome looking
it is He seeking us
beloved and ransomed
from the last to the first

So put down what don’t matter
the death dream you were sold
say yes instead of no
and come back home

copyright 2011. marco benjoya. all rights reserved.