how easy it is to be tight with the Lord on the race.
God it’s extremely hard to find you here in this crazy place.
It seems like forever since we’ve talked.
It seems like forever since we’ve talked.
I would never have deemed America is a hard place to live
but boy was I wrong.
This place is dark.
Somewhat dead.
but boy was I wrong.
This place is dark.
Somewhat dead.
It seems that most people don’t need you here.
In turn I feel like I don’t need you here.
My physical needs are taken care of…
and so I naturally float through the day…
Absolutely comfortable physically
but my Spirit feels empty and sick.
My physical needs are taken care of…
and so I naturally float through the day…
Absolutely comfortable physically
but my Spirit feels empty and sick.
I miss you.
I miss seeing your sense of humor in the little things.
I miss your little nudges on my heart randomly throughout the day.
I miss the community you blew me up with.
I miss yearning for your presence.. and getting it.
I miss the simplicity of life.
I miss the community you blew me up with.
I miss yearning for your presence.. and getting it.
I miss the simplicity of life.
How come it was easy to find you
On that rooftop in India.
Beside that river in Nepal.
In our secret place in the attic in Romania.
In that field at sunset in Moldova.
At the carepoints numerous times in Swaziland.
On the streets in Mozambique.
In that cute little coffee shop in South Africa.
On the sweet porch in Thailand.
In the hammock in Cambodia.
At the waterfalls in Australia.
Everyfreakingwhere in Malaysia.
What happened to that?
How come I can’t find you here.
I have super high hopes for us.
because I KNOW its possible here.
I just gotta find it.
I gotta find how to get to that place with you..
because I KNOW its possible here.
I just gotta find it.
I gotta find how to get to that place with you..
I have to put down my phone.
shut the computer.
Chill out on the coffee dates and day trips.
I need to make time for you since it doesn’t just appear.
It’s hard in this environment….
It’s hard coming back to the place that in the past
I only fed my flesh…
I don’t know how to live for you here.
I’ve never dramatically pursued you in these places that I now constantly reside.
It’s hard coming back to the place that in the past
I only fed my flesh…
I don’t know how to live for you here.
I’ve never dramatically pursued you in these places that I now constantly reside.
But, I’m not giving up Lord.
Here I am… waiting anxiously.
I have declared over my room and house that it is a place you reside.
I expect your obvious presence with me.
I have declared over my room and house that it is a place you reside.
I expect your obvious presence with me.
I admit my lack of discipline in real life…
and i’m begging you for grace…
and for you to blow me up.
It’s thoroughly needed… I can’t do it without you.
Also I have another bone to pick with you.
I am thrilled about the things I have seen and experienced.
But, I find myself slightly jealous of those who still remain in ignorance.
That hear about the “Starving kids in Africa”
But don’t know their names.
That know of the sex trade in Asia
That hear about the “Starving kids in Africa”
But don’t know their names.
That know of the sex trade in Asia
but haven’t seen a grown married man purchase a girl.
That have heard of the millions of different religions people are seeking
but haven’t looked into their eyes and felt the hopelessness of
powerless idols that just leave them empty.
but haven’t looked into their eyes and felt the hopelessness of
powerless idols that just leave them empty.
I wish I could sleep well at night and not wake up thinking of all the
sick things in the world you’ve revealed to me.
I am pumped that you have given me little snidbits of your heart…
and I realize I am now held responsible and I accept it.
Give me strength for it because right now it makes me nauseous.
Give me strength for it because right now it makes me nauseous.
God give me strength to withstand this psycho place.
This psycho world.
It’s funny how hard life is.
It’s funny that you say it’s not easy
yet i’m pissed off when I have to fight daily to be tight with you.
I know a lot that I don’t apply.
I desire the strength to apply it.
I beg for it.
I need you here more than I needed you anywhere else.
Please continue to blow me up with the fact that
i’m a vapor.
A mist.
A flower.
Here one day gone the next.
I don’t want to forget it even with these comforts.
This psycho world.
It’s funny how hard life is.
It’s funny that you say it’s not easy
yet i’m pissed off when I have to fight daily to be tight with you.
I know a lot that I don’t apply.
I desire the strength to apply it.
I beg for it.
I need you here more than I needed you anywhere else.
Please continue to blow me up with the fact that
i’m a vapor.
A mist.
A flower.
Here one day gone the next.
I don’t want to forget it even with these comforts.
It’s becoming more and more real to me that I will not be satisfied
until I am awestruck in your presence.
I have never been content in this world.
When I am in Cambodia I want to be in Australia.
When I’m in Malaysia I’m all about America.
I get to America and i’m like AFRICAAAA.
When I’m in Houston I want to be in Birmingham.
I am never content.
Even at my tightest point with you I feel like I am
barely touching the surface of your love.
I want more of you God.
It seems weird that i’m never content
but then it just dawns on me that we are
Clearly made for another world.
barely touching the surface of your love.
I want more of you God.
It seems weird that i’m never content
but then it just dawns on me that we are
Clearly made for another world.
Come quick.
