Burning Game

Feelings become flights of fancy

in the flickering of your flame,

and although it's hard to gauge the heat

for my blistered burns you hold no blame.

Some take love as a solemn law

and others as a light-hearted game,

I cannot be a pawn on your board

if you cannot promise me the same.

So dowse your embers before they light

or let your fires take their full aim,

but don't leave it in a lukewarm limbo

where neither Heaven nor Hell make their claim.

Pray for Me, Jesus...

I've seen a darker shade of white

and now I can't see wrong from right.

I've been found when I was lost,

but tell me Jesus, at what cost?

Can't you guide me back into the light?

Guide me to the sky,

and count up my sins.

You have to let life pass me by

if you're gonna let me in.

You told me my soul was worth saving

and that heaven could ease my craving

but when my hair is too short

to ever be a part of your sort

why even bother behaving?

Guide me to the sky,

and count up my sins.

You have to let life pass me by

if you're gonna let me in.

Pining for Meaning

I hear God whisper amidst the thunder

but I cannot understand what he's saying.

I see Jesus in a mist of wonder

but he cannot look past to see my praying.

And the needles of the pine are stuck to my thigh

and the dark of the sun has caught the small of my eye.

I'd be telling a lie if I said I was fine,

at this moment in time I am feeling divine.

I see Satan in the shade of greatness

and he seems to be tolling up my sins.

I implore to Peter about my soul's straightness

but he is adamant I shall not go in.

And the apple in the tree is calling to me

and the taste in my heart is setting me free.

I might  have found my beliefs are at sea

but this master key makes me a devotee.