As long as I don’t stand with frozen eyes
And look at You, You hanging on the cross
Where You have made the difference of life.
You look directly in the eyes of who I am,
Not noticing I’m screaming out for love.
Calamity of mine might matter not to them,
But it was you who called himself a "friend".
And, strangely, – a heart broken down.
A smile is found in that, too.
For always, I know, when we can’t make a sound,
There’s someone to help see us through.
That’s why I’m praying, writing you a letter…
“Merry Christmas,” calm, I say to you tonight…
The dullest flame in heart’s abyss is dying to burn bright. But the blind is yet to see the splendor of Unseen for can’t a burst of little match take the lid off faintest night?
It seems it was too long ago to matter,
Yet, my soul remembers goodness done back then;
My heart still treasures it as good old letters…
“Merry Christmas,” calm, I hear you say again…
t’s there, but your pride denies.
Your pride. The one that laughs as your heart dies.
...it challenges a tiny human heart to presume that something we hurt so deeply can love us so unconditionally…
...a shattered heart is so much stronger
Than a heart with love concealed.
...I have lived this life fighting for You… now I have to fight You to live…
You’re right, I cannot speak the angels’ language…
But, sure, we’ve been through things much stranger…
I want Your heartbeat for the rhythm,
Your voice to lift from pages of the ink.
I want to write what nobody could fathom.
My life with Yours to be in flawless sync.
Because "nothing" is just what you don’t know.
It’s the details that you missed when you left the movie rows.
It’s what you never finished reading.
What you could never feel I’m feeling.
"How it is and how it should be." Heard of that? Well, paraphrase it and get it straight.