In past wars, like at Normandy, it was the objective to establish a beachhead~ a beachhead was the first piece of ground taken on enemy soil.
Once the beachhead was established, the commander would order the ships they came in on to be burned... meaning there was no retreat!
With the ships burning, they had one choice, that was to fight... move forward!! No matter how fierce the enemy was/is, which satan/devil is plenty fierce and definitely relentless, we must fight and we must move forward!
I don't care what the devil (no, he doesn't deserve his name to be capitalized) is doing in your life to attempt to bring about chaos, destruction, sadness and confusion, you must fight!
You have established your beachhead... if you try to return to the past (the ship), to your old self and ways of thinking, you WILL be killed!! You will be like Lot's wife... God told her and is telling us, 'Do not look back! Trust in me and move forward.'
We are new creations (2nd Corinthians 5:17)~ the old you NO longer has ANY place in your life/in my life!
Smash your rear-view mirror~ not in five minutes, five months or five years from now, but YESTERDAY!! Since you didn't, if you didn't, yesterday, smash it NOW!!
While you are busy looking back at past-hurts, disappointments, fears, doubts and insecurities, you will never be able to move into the life more abundantly (John 10:10)~ the Promise Land!
Listen, we have spent far TOO MANY years, maybe not 40 (yet), but nonetheless we have spent far too long wandering around the desert in a circle (Just like the Israelites). . . it's time for us to take what God has promised us!!
Consider this, IF you had the winning Powerball-lottery ticket, you wouldn't wait to redeem it. Well, my friends, what we ALL have in JESUS and his promises is exceedingly better, lasting and will bring more joy then any amount of money!! Cash in on His promise for your life!
As the body of Christ, the time is NOW! We must FIGHT if we want the Gospel, truth and love of JESUS to advance and win back 'enemy-ground!' satan/devil, his henchmen, lies and deceptions are running rampant in our homes, in our schools, in our churches, in our workplaces, in our country and in our world and the ONLY way we can take back the truths, prosperity, optimism and things he has stolen from us is to fight as if our life depended/depends on it because guess what?
IT DOES!!!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Cuddling with a Ghost
I've liked a lot of girls, but it's you I've loved the most
I'm watching this movie, as these tears fall, while I cuddle with a ghost
I can hear you, touch you and smell your perfume, yet you are not here
Reality says you're so far away, yet it feels you are so very near
Did I stop showing you how I felt? Did you push me away or did I just get lazy?
All I know is~ now, I'm cuddling with a ghost like Patrick Swayze
On my pillows, in the sink, I still find strands of your hair everywhere
But a piece of you remaining is like fine painting with a tear
During the night, you're cuddling with Casper, you can relate to what I'm saying
You miss me so much, so you find yourself hitting your knees and praying
So, as you lie there, you can physically feel my arm wrapped around you
My love engulfs you, you can literally feel it drown you
Can't you see your love is dead you're holding on to an apparition
Each hug & kiss are pages, each month is a chapter of a book that's fiction
If you want it to be your auto-biography, then you certainly have that right
But don't cry to me about lying in the darkness when it's you that smashed the light!
John Mark Brooks
Sept. 15, 2010
I'm watching this movie, as these tears fall, while I cuddle with a ghost
I can hear you, touch you and smell your perfume, yet you are not here
Reality says you're so far away, yet it feels you are so very near
Did I stop showing you how I felt? Did you push me away or did I just get lazy?
All I know is~ now, I'm cuddling with a ghost like Patrick Swayze
On my pillows, in the sink, I still find strands of your hair everywhere
But a piece of you remaining is like fine painting with a tear
During the night, you're cuddling with Casper, you can relate to what I'm saying
You miss me so much, so you find yourself hitting your knees and praying
So, as you lie there, you can physically feel my arm wrapped around you
My love engulfs you, you can literally feel it drown you
Can't you see your love is dead you're holding on to an apparition
Each hug & kiss are pages, each month is a chapter of a book that's fiction
If you want it to be your auto-biography, then you certainly have that right
But don't cry to me about lying in the darkness when it's you that smashed the light!
John Mark Brooks
Sept. 15, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The Dried-Rose
Our love once was a fully-bloomed rose, but now it's dried
We had to part ways (for now); at least I know I tried
I'm angry, hurt, sad and many other emotions I am feeling
Trying to figure out why I'm on the floor when what we had was the ceiling!
I've never fought so hard for something only to find myself let down
If love was an ocean's current I definitely would've drowned
Time & time again when the going got tough you bailed
When if you would've just let it, we certainly would've sailed
You gave up on us girl, you surrendered, you threw up the white flag
When God wanted us to soar, our dreams to take flight & for our lives to have no jet-lag
Yes, our love is a freshly-dried rose, but that doesn't mean that it is dead
I wanted our forever to start now, but maybe it happens later instead
All I know is a dried-rose is beautiful & timeless like a beach has grains of sand
Each grain a reason why I love you so much and why I was blessed to be your man!
I choose to look at this broken road and what's in store as only our Father truly knows
I pray we have another chance, in the future, for our love to last forever, but for now it's a dried-rose.
John Mark Brooks
Copyright August 21, 2010
We had to part ways (for now); at least I know I tried
I'm angry, hurt, sad and many other emotions I am feeling
Trying to figure out why I'm on the floor when what we had was the ceiling!
I've never fought so hard for something only to find myself let down
If love was an ocean's current I definitely would've drowned
Time & time again when the going got tough you bailed
When if you would've just let it, we certainly would've sailed
You gave up on us girl, you surrendered, you threw up the white flag
When God wanted us to soar, our dreams to take flight & for our lives to have no jet-lag
Yes, our love is a freshly-dried rose, but that doesn't mean that it is dead
I wanted our forever to start now, but maybe it happens later instead
All I know is a dried-rose is beautiful & timeless like a beach has grains of sand
Each grain a reason why I love you so much and why I was blessed to be your man!
I choose to look at this broken road and what's in store as only our Father truly knows
I pray we have another chance, in the future, for our love to last forever, but for now it's a dried-rose.
John Mark Brooks
Copyright August 21, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Can't Tell You WHY
I can't tell you why we have to lose love
or why a gentle carress turns into a shove
I can't tell you why it is innocent blood spills
Or why so many people have to go without meals
I can't tell you why this life is so hard
Why sometimes I owuld love my hand... if I had just that one card!
I can't tell you why we struggle so to find out way
When we would find our purpose if we would just hit our knees to pray!
I can't tell you why some people never seem to catch a break
But I do know God wants to give them an ocean & not a hopeless lake
I can't tell you why we are so focused on money, women & fame
To think any can bring joy and peace~ is to search & just find lame
I can't tell you why guilty men still are able to walk free
But if he would just open his eyes~ he would learn how to see
I can't tell you why I'm still alive and not 6-feet under the dirt
After the destruction I've left in my wake & all the people I've hurt
I can't tell you why he's only 3 and find his self fighting cancer with a bald head
And why he's 40 and perfectly healthy, but still finds his self wanting to be dead
What I can tell you is that NO MATTER WHAT God is always faithful & GREAT
But I can't tell you why this mean cruel world seems to carry so much weight!!
John Mark Brooks Copyright July 14, 2010 8:06 p.m.
or why a gentle carress turns into a shove
I can't tell you why it is innocent blood spills
Or why so many people have to go without meals
I can't tell you why this life is so hard
Why sometimes I owuld love my hand... if I had just that one card!
I can't tell you why we struggle so to find out way
When we would find our purpose if we would just hit our knees to pray!
I can't tell you why some people never seem to catch a break
But I do know God wants to give them an ocean & not a hopeless lake
I can't tell you why we are so focused on money, women & fame
To think any can bring joy and peace~ is to search & just find lame
I can't tell you why guilty men still are able to walk free
But if he would just open his eyes~ he would learn how to see
I can't tell you why I'm still alive and not 6-feet under the dirt
After the destruction I've left in my wake & all the people I've hurt
I can't tell you why he's only 3 and find his self fighting cancer with a bald head
And why he's 40 and perfectly healthy, but still finds his self wanting to be dead
What I can tell you is that NO MATTER WHAT God is always faithful & GREAT
But I can't tell you why this mean cruel world seems to carry so much weight!!
John Mark Brooks Copyright July 14, 2010 8:06 p.m.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
I'm On My Way
Little boy waiting on the porch with tears in his eyes
His Mom's called a million times just to hear his Daddy's lies
Still their son hoped he would hear his Daddy say~ I'm on my way
Don't give up my son, I'll be there in a bit
Yes, it's a long road, but it will be worth the trip
She is 89 & no memory remains of much
But they were married 60-plus & she can not forget his touch
The doctor tells the family there's not much we can do
And they start to cry, but it's like she already knew
& I heard her say...
Don't give up my love, I'll be there in a bit
It's been a long road, but you make it worth the trip
With so much hurt and despair in this world we've living in
So many wars, so much death and so much sin... I can hear Him say
I'm on my way~ don't give up my son I'll be there in a bit
It's been a long ride, but it's certainly been worth the trip
AMAZED
I stand here fully amazed
That You were broken, so that I could saved!!
Amazing is Your grace so many times we have sung
Without Your blood death was bound to have stung
Amazed & humbled~ how could You become a Man?
The Creator, the Master the CEO... the Architect of THE Master plan
Unheard of, yes, but in the warmth of Your love, I stand in awe
You gave Your life for me, but still I ignore Your plan for me & my call
I am nothing but a blade of grass, but You love me like I'm the whole lawn
When compared to Your Creation.. I would think I would be as exciting as a yawn!
AMAZED... yes, amazed~ no words could ever do the job or suffice
To speak of Your love, Your mercy, Your grace & of Your dear sacrifice!
Like standing at the foot of a mountain & feeling so minute and small
You saw me deny You, spit in Your face & STILL You went through with it all!
They kicked You, punched You, lashed You with glass, bone on a whip
They laughed at You, mocked You, bloodied the King's head & His lip!
How can I not be amazed that You would reconcile us to You after all we had done
Not only that, but for doing it ALL in ONE simple/AMAZING act~ sacrificing Your Son!
If chasing anything other than You is just a chasing after the wind
Then I am amazed I could think ANYTHING else could bring me happiness no matter how hard I try to pretend!
Many people still doubt You... & one day how they are going to be amazed
When You say depart me, I never knew You, it's too late to be saved!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks July 11, 2010 (3:53 a.m. poem started at 3:40 a.m.)
That You were broken, so that I could saved!!
Amazing is Your grace so many times we have sung
Without Your blood death was bound to have stung
Amazed & humbled~ how could You become a Man?
The Creator, the Master the CEO... the Architect of THE Master plan
Unheard of, yes, but in the warmth of Your love, I stand in awe
You gave Your life for me, but still I ignore Your plan for me & my call
I am nothing but a blade of grass, but You love me like I'm the whole lawn
When compared to Your Creation.. I would think I would be as exciting as a yawn!
AMAZED... yes, amazed~ no words could ever do the job or suffice
To speak of Your love, Your mercy, Your grace & of Your dear sacrifice!
Like standing at the foot of a mountain & feeling so minute and small
You saw me deny You, spit in Your face & STILL You went through with it all!
They kicked You, punched You, lashed You with glass, bone on a whip
They laughed at You, mocked You, bloodied the King's head & His lip!
How can I not be amazed that You would reconcile us to You after all we had done
Not only that, but for doing it ALL in ONE simple/AMAZING act~ sacrificing Your Son!
If chasing anything other than You is just a chasing after the wind
Then I am amazed I could think ANYTHING else could bring me happiness no matter how hard I try to pretend!
Many people still doubt You... & one day how they are going to be amazed
When You say depart me, I never knew You, it's too late to be saved!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks July 11, 2010 (3:53 a.m. poem started at 3:40 a.m.)
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
THROUGH
Fake~ Dogg, whoever thought that word would describe you?
Been down for years, now, when they say your name... I say who!
How could you turn your back on me; I ain't gon' lie, that shi* hit my heart
You act like I'm a perfect stranger when I've been in your corner from the start
Wow! FOr real? From middle school til now & you can't even hit me back?
I thought you mighta just got busy & even worse just got slack
Ay, you've made your decision, or like they say you've made your bed
Truth is... I wish you the best, but to me, you are dead
I took it a little too far, that's a really harsh... I didn't even mean that
But you turned out to be a snake in the grass, turned out to be a rat!
It's messing with my head, for real, like I just saw a pretty girl walk by
Who in the world would've thought our friendship turned out to be a lie?
You turned out to be a Judas, a Brutus, a traitor, a hater... a masturbator
You know what... you're playing yourself~ I'm gon' treat you like candy.. don't care if I see you Now or Later!
It pisses me off, you were my homie & now you turn into a Clinton!
Sorry for all the name-calling, but the truth hurts & I'm just ventin...
If I die, don't show up at my funeral crying cause of all the time you missed
I'm so serious dogg... if you do~ you won't even be on the list!!
John Mark Brooks Copyright 2009
Been down for years, now, when they say your name... I say who!
How could you turn your back on me; I ain't gon' lie, that shi* hit my heart
You act like I'm a perfect stranger when I've been in your corner from the start
Wow! FOr real? From middle school til now & you can't even hit me back?
I thought you mighta just got busy & even worse just got slack
Ay, you've made your decision, or like they say you've made your bed
Truth is... I wish you the best, but to me, you are dead
I took it a little too far, that's a really harsh... I didn't even mean that
But you turned out to be a snake in the grass, turned out to be a rat!
It's messing with my head, for real, like I just saw a pretty girl walk by
Who in the world would've thought our friendship turned out to be a lie?
You turned out to be a Judas, a Brutus, a traitor, a hater... a masturbator
You know what... you're playing yourself~ I'm gon' treat you like candy.. don't care if I see you Now or Later!
It pisses me off, you were my homie & now you turn into a Clinton!
Sorry for all the name-calling, but the truth hurts & I'm just ventin...
If I die, don't show up at my funeral crying cause of all the time you missed
I'm so serious dogg... if you do~ you won't even be on the list!!
John Mark Brooks Copyright 2009
The Voyage
I sit alone on a rainy day
Thinking of ways to take the pain away
For my sail is battered, ripped & torn
But it's too late to turn back now~ my journey has just been born
Waves crash against my vessel threatening my life
But I will find my harbor through the pain & the strife
Though the wind may sway me I must stay on course
Failure & I just got a divorce
Sailing through the darkness I desperately search for the light
Yes, it's been a long hard voyage but if the King (GOD) asked me to sail again~ I would gladly take flight! John Mark Brooks Feb. 28, 2009
Thinking of ways to take the pain away
For my sail is battered, ripped & torn
But it's too late to turn back now~ my journey has just been born
Waves crash against my vessel threatening my life
But I will find my harbor through the pain & the strife
Though the wind may sway me I must stay on course
Failure & I just got a divorce
Sailing through the darkness I desperately search for the light
Yes, it's been a long hard voyage but if the King (GOD) asked me to sail again~ I would gladly take flight! John Mark Brooks Feb. 28, 2009
Monday, June 7, 2010
He Speaks to Me
God speaks to me through the wind in the trees
But speaks to me most when I'm down on my knees
His mercy surrounds me; I'm bathed in His grace
Though I know I'm not even worthy to gaze on His face
How many times have I turned my back or His following I've denied?
If I told you I've always walked the narrow road~ it means I have lied
But his body was broken for me, so that my soul could be bathed
He was beaten, spat on, laughed at, then hung, all so that I could be saved!
Should we ever take that lightly or abuse what He did on that cross?
No... but how could we appreciate the peaks if we knew not what it was to be lost?
Even though, now I'm a man, I still know what it means to be a child
I fall short every day, but His blood allowed me to be reconciled!
Careful never to cast stones for I know I find myself in a clear, glass house
That's why I try to listen to Him speaking to me, staying quiet like a church mouse
How does he still speak to me when I treat the King of Kings like He's just a bum?
When the devil says, 'Who wants some candy?' and I yell out please give me some!
Every day the Lord's mercies are new & I am cloaked in radiant white
Every day I try to run from the darkness but every day is one hell of a fight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Sunday June 6, 2010
But speaks to me most when I'm down on my knees
His mercy surrounds me; I'm bathed in His grace
Though I know I'm not even worthy to gaze on His face
How many times have I turned my back or His following I've denied?
If I told you I've always walked the narrow road~ it means I have lied
But his body was broken for me, so that my soul could be bathed
He was beaten, spat on, laughed at, then hung, all so that I could be saved!
Should we ever take that lightly or abuse what He did on that cross?
No... but how could we appreciate the peaks if we knew not what it was to be lost?
Even though, now I'm a man, I still know what it means to be a child
I fall short every day, but His blood allowed me to be reconciled!
Careful never to cast stones for I know I find myself in a clear, glass house
That's why I try to listen to Him speaking to me, staying quiet like a church mouse
How does he still speak to me when I treat the King of Kings like He's just a bum?
When the devil says, 'Who wants some candy?' and I yell out please give me some!
Every day the Lord's mercies are new & I am cloaked in radiant white
Every day I try to run from the darkness but every day is one hell of a fight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Sunday June 6, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
MissinG You
I'm missing you like more the beach has grains of sand
I'm missing you like how, at times, I miss God's plan
I'm missing you more than drops of water in a lake
I'm missing you~ I don't know how much more I can take
I'm missing you like Mickey would miss Minnie
And I've been missing food~ that's how I got so skinny
I'm missing you like the desert would miss its sand
I'm missing you~ and I miss being your man
I'm missing you like a duck would miss its bill
I'm missing you maybe I should call you a meal
I'm missing you like Ginger would miss Astaire
I'm missing sleep~ or do I just wish you were there?
I'm missing you like Buckner missed the ball
I'm missing you like I wish Earnhardt missed the wall
I'm missing you like a grave would miss its name
I'm missing you like a star would miss his fame
I'm missing you like Bonnie would miss Clyde
I'm missing you like humility misses pride
I'm missing you like I bet Lincoln wishes he missed that play
I'm missing you like a horse would miss his hay
I'm missing you like I'm glad Jesus didn't miss the cross
And if you're missing peace.. maybe you're missed Him & you're lost!
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T V W X Y Z
Copyright John Mark Brooks Sunday April 25, 2010
I'm missing you like how, at times, I miss God's plan
I'm missing you more than drops of water in a lake
I'm missing you~ I don't know how much more I can take
I'm missing you like Mickey would miss Minnie
And I've been missing food~ that's how I got so skinny
I'm missing you like the desert would miss its sand
I'm missing you~ and I miss being your man
I'm missing you like a duck would miss its bill
I'm missing you maybe I should call you a meal
I'm missing you like Ginger would miss Astaire
I'm missing sleep~ or do I just wish you were there?
I'm missing you like Buckner missed the ball
I'm missing you like I wish Earnhardt missed the wall
I'm missing you like a grave would miss its name
I'm missing you like a star would miss his fame
I'm missing you like Bonnie would miss Clyde
I'm missing you like humility misses pride
I'm missing you like I bet Lincoln wishes he missed that play
I'm missing you like a horse would miss his hay
I'm missing you like I'm glad Jesus didn't miss the cross
And if you're missing peace.. maybe you're missed Him & you're lost!
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T V W X Y Z
Copyright John Mark Brooks Sunday April 25, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Done with the Fight
I've returned to camp with my sword in my sheath
Turns out victory today was just out of my reach
With blood on my arms & sweat dripping from my brow
I've survived this bloody battle though I do not know how
The arrows flew through the air & they were unrelenting
I doubted I would return, but my God was consenting
A warrior must simply know when to return to camp
But there are will be another battle when I return as champ!
With faith as my shield, I trudge toward my enemy with all my might
For the cross is my lantern & guides my way through the night
Words of hope out of letters by the camp-fire of a love from yesterday
Asking the Lord would reunite us after this war~ for this I shall pray
A soldier does not dare fight unless he's willing to give his very life
As we know, to the victor go the spoils, so he pays no mind to the strife
Though a thousand fall on each side, he knows who it is for whom he will fight
Her face is etched in his memory & he believes victory's within his sight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks April 25, 2010
Turns out victory today was just out of my reach
With blood on my arms & sweat dripping from my brow
I've survived this bloody battle though I do not know how
The arrows flew through the air & they were unrelenting
I doubted I would return, but my God was consenting
A warrior must simply know when to return to camp
But there are will be another battle when I return as champ!
With faith as my shield, I trudge toward my enemy with all my might
For the cross is my lantern & guides my way through the night
Words of hope out of letters by the camp-fire of a love from yesterday
Asking the Lord would reunite us after this war~ for this I shall pray
A soldier does not dare fight unless he's willing to give his very life
As we know, to the victor go the spoils, so he pays no mind to the strife
Though a thousand fall on each side, he knows who it is for whom he will fight
Her face is etched in his memory & he believes victory's within his sight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
As You Leave
Wish I could erase this pain just as easily as I shut my eyes
Why is it the truth is so much harder to accept than lies?
My heart is broken~ I mean I feel so hopeless
Our time together was magical... like hocus pocus
The way your eyes twinkled is something I've never seen
Roarin rapids are my life~ how I long for them to be serene
This is what you chose, so don't you dare blame fate
I sat on the bench so long because you asked me to wait
And now I watch you walk away & there's nothing I can do
Except bury my hands in my face as my eyes cry out how much I love you
Hurt is what I've grown used to feeling; I am comfortably numb
Truth is I don't know what happened to us or who you have become
Our time was a beautiful flight, but I didn't know it would burst into a flame
You let forever slip through your fingers & man that is a shame!
So, as you walk away, I can only think of what might've been
There go my unborn children, my heart & my best friend! :o(
JM Friday April 16, 2010
Why is it the truth is so much harder to accept than lies?
My heart is broken~ I mean I feel so hopeless
Our time together was magical... like hocus pocus
The way your eyes twinkled is something I've never seen
Roarin rapids are my life~ how I long for them to be serene
This is what you chose, so don't you dare blame fate
I sat on the bench so long because you asked me to wait
And now I watch you walk away & there's nothing I can do
Except bury my hands in my face as my eyes cry out how much I love you
Hurt is what I've grown used to feeling; I am comfortably numb
Truth is I don't know what happened to us or who you have become
Our time was a beautiful flight, but I didn't know it would burst into a flame
You let forever slip through your fingers & man that is a shame!
So, as you walk away, I can only think of what might've been
There go my unborn children, my heart & my best friend! :o(
JM Friday April 16, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Man in the Yard
The man will stop raking or pulling his weeds
Will stop whatever he's doing & wave because he knows that's what you may need
Although, he may take a quick break & flash that warm smile
He may briefly stop what he's doing, but soon he'll have a pile
The man in the yard can be seen riding around town in his van
Or lending a hand at Christian Ministries because he's a good man
He may not have said much, so when he spoke, his words weighed a ton
He could kid with the best of them & always knew how to have fun
With his wife rocking alongside him, he was as happy as could be
He was a grandfather, a husband, a father or neighbor & friend like he was to me
Yes, we'll miss that man in the yard, but one day he'll be the man at the gate
Greeting us on the streets of gold & for that day we can not wait
God will have a family reunion in a land where no one grows old
Watching the man in the yard live was a blessing and a memory I'll always hold!!
Dedicated to my neighbor Sam Huss~ we love you!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Will stop whatever he's doing & wave because he knows that's what you may need
Although, he may take a quick break & flash that warm smile
He may briefly stop what he's doing, but soon he'll have a pile
The man in the yard can be seen riding around town in his van
Or lending a hand at Christian Ministries because he's a good man
He may not have said much, so when he spoke, his words weighed a ton
He could kid with the best of them & always knew how to have fun
With his wife rocking alongside him, he was as happy as could be
He was a grandfather, a husband, a father or neighbor & friend like he was to me
Yes, we'll miss that man in the yard, but one day he'll be the man at the gate
Greeting us on the streets of gold & for that day we can not wait
God will have a family reunion in a land where no one grows old
Watching the man in the yard live was a blessing and a memory I'll always hold!!
Dedicated to my neighbor Sam Huss~ we love you!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
The Music Box
Hoping this isn't our last dance, after all the music is still playing
My heart is the music box, can you hear what the notes are saying?
Holding you in my arms comes natural just like shadows always follow
Hoping you can hear the sweet chorus & these words that are not hollow
Neither one of us meant to fall, but that didn't stop us from falling head over heels
And though this dance is far from graceful, it's full of passion, love & thrills
The music box plays a soothing sound~ one you're not used to hearing
And I know neither 1 of us knows the exact time, but I hope our time is nearing
Frustration & fear grasp your heart, but the music box melts away your pain
The notes leap like my hopes when you open me, I love to be your cane
For I hope to steady you when you sway & catch you before you fall
Lean on me my friend, I'll gladly be here right beside you through it all
How can you explain how God formed the planets & how your heart found mine
It's true I've fallen into a burning Ring of Fire & I love how for you I Walk the Line
The music box is filled gratitude, after all each time you open it it tends to smile
In the same way when your lips touch mine, all this frustration seems worth while
Who knows when the song will slow to a crawl & then play its final note
All I know is as long my Princess is in the castle, I'm going to be her moat
Many songs will spill out of the box, but this one celebrates when you begun life
No songs will be as sweet to your ear than the one playing when you're my wife!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
My heart is the music box, can you hear what the notes are saying?
Holding you in my arms comes natural just like shadows always follow
Hoping you can hear the sweet chorus & these words that are not hollow
Neither one of us meant to fall, but that didn't stop us from falling head over heels
And though this dance is far from graceful, it's full of passion, love & thrills
The music box plays a soothing sound~ one you're not used to hearing
And I know neither 1 of us knows the exact time, but I hope our time is nearing
Frustration & fear grasp your heart, but the music box melts away your pain
The notes leap like my hopes when you open me, I love to be your cane
For I hope to steady you when you sway & catch you before you fall
Lean on me my friend, I'll gladly be here right beside you through it all
How can you explain how God formed the planets & how your heart found mine
It's true I've fallen into a burning Ring of Fire & I love how for you I Walk the Line
The music box is filled gratitude, after all each time you open it it tends to smile
In the same way when your lips touch mine, all this frustration seems worth while
Who knows when the song will slow to a crawl & then play its final note
All I know is as long my Princess is in the castle, I'm going to be her moat
Many songs will spill out of the box, but this one celebrates when you begun life
No songs will be as sweet to your ear than the one playing when you're my wife!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
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