The Battle is Almost Over

I don't write lyrics very often, but every once and awhile something gets spit out.


The Battle is Almost Over

VS. 1
My sword looks like a dagger,
And my shield's not made of gold.
And I'm standing here in the middle of the battle just trying to do what I've been told.

VS. 2
And this armor feels so heavy.
My stength is wearing thin.
I turn to look at you, and you remind me with these words again:

CHORUS
Keep your eyes on me;
I won't let you fall.
When you're feeling weak,
I'll give you my all.
And when you don't think
That you can
Stand up proud an tall,
Just remember
That I love you,
And you are not alone.

VS. 3
So stop crying, keep trying.
My strength is enough for you.
Keep going, just one more day. I promise that you'll make it through.

BRIDGE
I know you can't see the light at the end, but it's waiting there for you.

CHORUS
Keep your eyes on me;
I won't let you fall.
When you're feeling weak,
I'll give you my all.
And when you don't think
That you can
Stand up proud an tall,
Just remember
That I love you,
And you are not alone.

BAHAHA

The aliens played a trick on me.
They've played a switch-er-oo:
they stole my brain
for their own gain
then turned it into glue.

So if you should see me
wandering aimlessly
around the halls tomorrow,
don't be surprised
if before your eyes
I start walking like Jack Sparrow.

Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3...

Fail...

What I Hear About You by Jesse Daniels

I've tried to tune it out
But everyone's talking about you
And I like the sound
Of what I've been hearing
But I need proof

Don't wanna leave it up to my imagination
Everybody's got their own interpretation
Maybe I don't deserve an explanation
I can't tell
Is it real is it true
What I hear about you
That you love me, love me
That's what everybody's saying
Can it be that you see
Something beautiful in me
Well it sounds too good to be true
What I hear about you

I tell myself
They're only just rumors
Don't buy in
Oh but I can't help
Hoping that I'm wrong
In the end

I don't know what to think under these conditions
Never really been here in this position
All I know for sure is there's no dismissing
The way I feel

Is sounding so amazing
Cause I've been waiting
Hoping you would find me
Even though you said it
I still don't get it
How can it be true

"This is what I want to say to you...

...if I had one chance to tell you something:
You are loved, more than you can ever know.
This is what I want to say to you,
if I had one chance to speak to your heart:
You are loved, more than you can imagine."
~ Rebecca St. James


You'll never know how many nights I've stayed up late, interceding at the throne for you. I know you won't, because even I've lost track. You say you've tried to speak to Him. You won't even use His name in conversation, as if you think He can't here you - or maybe you're afraid that He can. You say you didn't feel anything, that He didn't hear you. I know He hears me. My soul is screaming, weeping for Him to break you. How could God not hear me as I beg for Him to soften your heart and turn your face toward His, though it may take you withing inches of your life? God cares about you; that's more than enough reason for me to.

How can I be around people, people that I love to death, and still feel so disconnected from them at times? The day will be going great, but then something happens that throws a monkey wrench in the whole day.

Do I just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? Do I butt in, try too hard, and not take the subtle hints other give me to, uh, leave? Sometimes when I try to socialize, I succeed. Other times, I fail. Epically. And I get down about it, even though I shouldn't. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again." But there are times when I don't feel like trying anymore; I don't feel like making the effort.

I wonder if I read into situations too much. In the grand scheme of things, does it matter why I don't fit in everywhere, why I tend to drift around without ever finding "my people"? Do I simply need to be more flexible? Do I try too hard, or do others not try hard enough to include me when they see me on the outside? And is it a good or bad thing that I'm not the norm? Sometimes, knowing that I'm different is wonderful. Other times, I feel like I'm cursed. I love to go off and do my own thing, but I also want to be a part of...something...with other people. While this isn't a constant battle, I have my days when I really struggle with it. It's hard to believe that these days will pass, that this social problem I have might eventually go away.


1 Corinthians 4:16-18
Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.


God, get me to heaven - get me through this awkward time in my life - in one piece.

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.




Let me tell you about the mental picture I got the other day when I read these verses:

A king sits on his throne. (This was back in the olden days when we HAD kings who HAD thrones to sit their royal bottoms on.) There's a dilemma in his kingdom. He's rather inexperienced and is in the process of asking his myriad of advisers for advice. The king knows that whatever his decision is, it will affect not only him but also the hundreds of people around him. So his choice had better be a good one. Lives could be at stake here!

There are about two dozen advisers standing before his throne, each trying to get his attention so that they can give him their ideas as to what he should do. Among them is one who is not so loudly trying to get his attention. However, the longer that the king chooses to ignore him, the louder and more persistent he will get. "Sire," he speaks, raising a hand. The king, seeing this particular advisor, acknowledges him. The advisor offers a suggestion, one that is simple and wise. Though the execution may not be easy, the king realises that this adviser's advice is the best he's heard yet, and he agrees to go along with the plan.

The king learns to listen to this advisor more often - in fact, consistently - because, well, he always knows what's best. Eventually, all of the other advisers are put out of their jobs, and the kingdom is all the better for it.

And they all lived happily ever after.




Okay, maybe someone out there is thinking, "What! Can't this king think for himself?"

Well...sure. So can you. You can decide who to listen to. You can decide to listen to yourself, to the people that influence you, to Satan, to God, etc. (Actually, that's about it. Maybe there's no "etc.") God's given you your own measure of common sense - granted. But you can't expect to go through life on your own. I know I can't! Just because I'm "smart" doesn't mean I'm smart enough to know the answer to every problem that comes my way - especially recently.

I'm having trouble communicating with this one friend of mine. I can't read minds; I don't know what problems he may be having in his own life. I can't understand why it's "awkward" for us to talk to each other now. So I have to trust God to work things out. See, I like to get things resolved A.S.A.P., but life doesn't always work that way. Often I rush into problems head-on, and I end up making things worse, tangling myself up in a spider web of misunderstanding, good intentions, wrong actions, and bad timing. This time, I'm going to do my part (my little bit of common sense coming into play), but then I'm going to have to let God handle the rest.




“There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way.”
~ C.S. Lewis