Friday, July 4, 2008


I don't want to praise you
I don't want to see your works
I don't want to seem I need you
I don't want to seek your face

It's too awkward; too painful
To overlook the mediocrity
Get past our imperfection and distraction
To see what your glory can be

I don't want to sing hackneyed words
Don't want to make music from lies
I don't want to sing and not believe
Don't want to praise you in nonchalance

I'd like to praise you with all that I am
But I'm torn in too many directions
I'd like to believe I could sing in truth
But it feels like I'm playing a fool.
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