I was born at the edge of the Shadows,
And I’ve walked in and out of the Light.
The Shadows know me and please me,
Offering shade and respite to my soul.
Oh the sweet taste of those waters!
Oh how it cools my brow!

They offer scented cloths for my brow,
And sing songs of pleasures in shadows.
They give and give of their waters,
And my eyes grow afraid of the Light.
I feast on the lusts of my soul,
As if a prince to this darkness that serves me.

Oh the ecstasy this brings me!
Oh how it eases the strain to my brow
And the burden that weighs on my soul!
Listen to the Sirens of the Shadows.
See how they lure men from the Light
With seductive offers of plentiful waters?

I know well of these cool, dark waters
Though sweet, they do naught but addict me.
The darker the Shadow, the harsher the Light,
And the cool becomes cold to my brow.
Why do I wander in the Shadows,
And feast on the sins of my soul?

How do I escape this valley of souls?
How do I navigate these waters?
I grow sick and greedy in the Shadows,
And my friends are far from me.
There is no warmth to my brow,
And I yearn for the heat of the Light.

But God brings me into His Light.
Thank you God for accepting this soul!
You’ve no scented cloths for my brow,
For You’ve restored me with living waters
And You’ve brought peace, not ease, to me.
The Lord forgives me of my detour in the Shadows

I walk with my brow in the Light.
Though I was born into shadowy waters
God fortifies my soul and fights with me.

Plato, Aristotle, and even Socrates
Spent their lives pursuing truths they each thought they’d need.
What is fair? What is just? Can either really be?
No sooner had they found theories for these queries
Than others started probing their local beliefs.

Now the age of science trades facts for prophecies;
Using bones and dust to make God just a story.
“There’s no God when good men die,” cry the moralists,
“We won’t believe any gods, unless they play fair.”

But ideas of fairness were made by mortal men,
Controlled by minds of small confines that cannot bend.
And so to them I must confess, “My God’s not fair,
He doesn’t bargain with the whines and cries of men,
But deals to each what is just for the crime of sin.”

If I were to ask you to lay down your life,
To not ask questions about how, why or when,
I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

Would you jump for joy at the first chance to shine,
Though your life would never be the same again?
If I were to ask you to lay down your life,

To give up your home and move constantly,
Never more to see or hear from kith and kin,
I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

Would you trade your life for suffering and strife,
Without respite ‘til you shed your mortal skin,
If I were to ask you to lay down your life?

If I brought warfare to you and your country,
So that not a soul was left standing within,
I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

If tomorrow meant I returned to my men,
And if my return meant your world had to end,
If I were to ask you to lay down your life,
I wonder, my child, how would you answer me?

The windows are down and I’m humming to
my favorite songs while I slip down the
freeway sending God my love with a smile.
Is there anything greater than knowing
you’re alive because there’s someone out there
that loves you enough to lay down their life

despite their power to snuff out your life?
But not just another bedtime tale to
teach you how to live your life out there
in the realm of man, He is The God, The,
that loves unconditionally knowing
how unworthy you are. So with a smile,

I drive and even the world seems to smile
back. And just when I start to think my life
can’t get better, I start doubting. Knowing
that I might be sinning somehow and to
not know what I am doing wrong is the
worst feeling, save a few. And then it’s there,

flying towards me in black and white. There’s
a sign: Speed Limit 55. A smile
is the furthest thing from my mind as the
speedometer condemns me. Could my life
relate to this dilemma? It’s hard to
not conform and obey the law, knowing

that everyone else is not and knowing
that your obedience makes those people, there
in the mirror, despise your desire to
be good. Can you live righteously and smile
knowing that the way you’re living your life
is turning you into a thorn in the

side of society? This could be the
law that saves my life. You can live knowing
that Jesus Christ is the Lord of your life,
but if the deeds to back you up aren’t there,
then how do you know you won’t trade a smile
for Christ when it counts? I make my choice to

change my speed to the speed limit of Christ.
Now I smile at the frowns that pass, knowing
there’s only His smile I’ll trade for my life.

This is the cry of a Titan
In answer to the call of Christ.
I have heard Your trumpets sounding,
Calling Your servants to the fight.

With self-control I keep my pace.
Your Word is my weapon of choice.
I renounce the worldly pleasures
To live by the fruit of Your voice.

This is the cry of a Titan
In answer to the call of Christ.
I have heard Your trumpet sounding.
This is one more Titan for Christ.

O Lord of all creation, hear this sinner’s prayer,
Not by my command, for I have no such power,
Nor by my request, for I deserve no favors,
But because of Your promise to all those who knock,
And because of Your promise to all those who seek,
And because of Your promise to all those who ask.
For I am knocking at the door of Your mercy,
And I am seeking and asking for Your pardon.

Though I no longer wander the streets of the lost,
And though I have found the lone road to salvation,
I often find myself confused in dark alleys
Lured away by the whispers of laughter and mirth.
Forgive me for succumbing to vile distractions,
And for sinning in spite of Your admonitions.
O Holy Light, shine as a lamp before my feet
So that I and those near may walk the path you paved.

Like a lighthouse built on a solitary rock,
A beacon of light amidst the breakers and gales,
Your example demonstrates the way I should live,
Yet I am weak and prone to fail without Your help.
Holy One, be a trellis to Your feeble vine,
And lift me up into the warmth of Your presence.
I come to You with this prayer, Jehovah Most High.
Thank You, Father, for Your mercy and forgiveness.

O Rainbow, Rainbow, beautiful and bright,
Bending over verdant hills and cities
Filled with life, by the Spirit you were born
And by Science you are defined. Like the
Elusive Leprechaun, now here, now there,
Now not, you charm and tease the eyes of men

And leave them all to pine. Be thankful, Men,
Of Noah, who left the dark for the bright
Light of day and started your future there
Under the seven colored arch. Cities
Filled with life again and fauna filled the
Hills, but men soon forgot that they were born

Cradled by a rainbow from the Lord. Born
Not of Sin, this colored friend, reminds men
Of a world not their own. As true as the
Ground beneath and the sun burning so bright,
This rainbow realm is Heaven’s, and its cities
Are bejeweled with the finest gems there

Ever could be. O how sweet life could be there
In the cotton swabs, drifting as if born
By air amidst the Angels, whose cities
Are adjoined by the golden halls of Men,
Garbed in the full regalia of bright
White gowns and golden crowns and bathed by the

Seven hues of light. O Rainbow, like the
Very God that created you, you’re there,
Gliding over the hills of Earth in bright
Splendor, near, but always out of reach. Born
Wherever light and water meet, all men
Stand still and Silence visits the cities

Just to glimpse your beauty. In the cities
Or on the plains, you must tell your tale there
To all who will listen. Tell of the men
From the days of yore that were drowned by the
Cleansing waters. Tell of the Brother born
To man who can make the dark become bright.

O Rainbow, shine bright in the dark cities
When it rains for He that has born the pain
Of all. Shine bright for the dim eyes of men!

Have you ever looked up at the cerulean sky
Forgetting the questions you’ve been holding inside,
Calmed by the touch of the breeze on your neck,
Like the breath from a kiss that is fresh from its peck?

Have you ever laid down in a field of grass,
Inhaling the scent of a dandelion patch,
Soothed by the warmth of the sun up above,
Like the heat given off from a friendly hug?

Have you ever climbed up to the peak of a mountain,
Losing yourself to the silence resounding,
Catching your breath with a smile on your face,
Like the feeling you get when you’ve just run a race?

Have you ever jumped into a river or lake,
Overwhelmed by the current so swift to take,
Compelled by the pressure to open a lung,
Like the urge to join a choir well-sung.

These are the feelings I get when I praise,
My God, The Father, in His heavenly place,
Singing, praying or acting in love,
Like the Son that was sent from heaven to us.

When life is like a boat
Tossed high amongst the waves,
And clouds begin to shroud
The course that I should take,

The end seems to be near
And my mind starts to race:
Should I use my oars, or
Should I rely on faith?

Am I a fool to swim
And use the arms You gave me?
Or is it wise to drift
And trust my fate to You?

It’s times like these I wonder
If a fool can be wise.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
With twists and turns and snares,
You lead me towards
A desired end
But never get me there.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
With halls so dark and deep,
You fill me with
Warm promises
You never aim to keep.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
So silver-tongued in speech,
You tease me with
Your flavored words
But never quench the need.

O labyrinth, O labyrinth,
The Beautiful Nightmare,
I’ve joined the one
And only man
Who’ll free me from your lair.