Into the miry muck of misery
Some hit the bottle,
Some hit the food,
Some hit the others,
And some hit the mood.
Looking for peace, love and joy
And finding myself wanting more
The words I long to hear
As the melody draws near.
It’s not what one may think,
But a healing kind of love
That lifts one up from darkness
And spreads the light of laughter.
It’s not of fame or fortune,
Or being someone special.
It’s all about being someone,
Someone living, breathing, feeling.
Just to feel pain and sorrow and
Counter that with joy.
Just to see the beauty in the clouds
And find the life in the light.
To touch the primal beat,
To move in touch with heat,
To hear the words so longed for
With melody so strong.
That is what was always
Missing.
That is what was never
Found.
Until I went from listing
off the couch of sorrow
To move with abandonment and
Loose the soul locked inside.
That’s all it was
That’s all will be
Just seeking cheer
All to me.
And thanks to others
That was found.
And thank the artists
For sharing love.
And thankfulness to Him