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Wednesday, May 5

The Window

It's like I'm looking in a mirror,
Staring out this window
At where I'm supposed to be,
What's really meant for me.
I get lost in all the colors
And beauty that seems so close,
And I forget to breathe.

But every time I try and turn around
Try and walk across that ground
I only see that I am...

Bound by these walls
That I couldn't see before.
I have found that this room
Doesn't have an open door,
And the only way I'll ever get home
Is opening the window.

It's like I'm waiting for a doctor
Or a nurse that's supposed to tell me
This sickness that's within,
Is much better than it's been.
But the symptoms just keep looming,
And that end we fear is coming,
Just comes down to how and when.

And I'm just trying to calm down
Just blocking out the sounds
When I see that I am...

Bound by these walls
That I couldn't see before.
I have found that this room
Doesn't have an open door,
And the only way I'll ever get home
Is opening the window.

Just past the windowpane is a place with no more tears
And just over that sill there's a land without fear
The beauty through the frame is caught in the mirror
A reflection of the joy that is to come
And it seems so long until I'll be home

I am bound by these walls
That I couldn't see before.
I have found that this room
Doesn't have an open door,
And the only way I'll ever get home
Is if He opens the window

So Lord, open up that window

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