Beautiful to the point of adventure

Oh, how beautiful is God.

Beautiful to the point of adventure.

Nay, to the point where, in his omnipotence and power, the intricate plot lines of time weave so marvelously together so as to work suffering into worship, pain into praise, weakness into power; even the deepest wickedness and failings of our own hearts used for his glory.

What anguish it may take to get us to the point where we will truly see the beauty that these painful twists and turns will turn out to be.

Tomorrow’s Song

I had a dream you and I were together
And you fit in fine, you fit in just fine here
Why do I wonder if you don’t belong
When you should fit in just fine
You should fit in just fine here
Tonight, I’ll sing from the bottom of me
And I will empty myself of me
Please, please

Why do we sing all of these selfish things
It’s all focused on me and it’s hurtful, I think
When you don’t belong, when you don’t belong
Well I promise that’s not tomorrow’s song

When a walk through two doors is now one of shame
And they all feel fine, they’re feeling just fine here
But don’t we ever wonder if we are rejecting
People like you, when you should fit in just fine
You should fit in just fine here
And tonight I will sing from the bottom of me
And I will empty myself of me
Please, please

Why do we sing all of these selfish things
It’s all focused on me and it’s hurtful, I think
When you don’t feel like you belong ‘cause of me
Well I promise that’s not tomorrow’s song

We are singing, we are, we are
And it’s louder, louder than we think
But we’ve forgotten so many words
And we’ve been living in front of a mirror
So forgive me for all of these words
And let tomorrow’s song be a healer
Let tomorrow’s song please be a healer

-Zach

Listen to Past The Stars

Listen to it here.
Read the words here.

Past The Stars

I need a hand that I don’t have
And every time I close my eyes
I see it there, I see you there

Holding hands, hands I don’t have
I feel your touch, I feel your hair
And you don’t care if I stare

Because you’re only in my dream
Why aren’t you here?
I see you when I sleep
But where are you, dear?

I am looking I am looking not too far
Is that where you are?
And you are looking you are looking way too far
Way past the stars

When you are there, where, I don’t care
You close your eyes, I open wide
And I exhale, hands at my side

I am going you will see me
Way past the stars

-Zach

The Words Are Coming

When I try to write, my eyes go numb
And they see things that I could not
Explain in full, because there are no words to tell
Just how things used to be
When I was younger
When I was the old me

And time couldn’t even tell me where I’d be
In three years three years ago
So let’s not blame it on anything
Listen to me, I’m where I’ll be
But I’m moving faster than I’m leaving
And I’m leaving, yes I am leaving
I am leaving who I was behind
Sometimes I might miss him
But I don’t know why you would

But this is what must happen
This pen must meet the page
I must shake hands with the man in the mirror
I’ve got to stop running towards the ground
It has to be the next corner this street finds
Where I take off my shoes and just flip out
Because things will be surprising
When I keep going
When I am this old me

Come along
It’s not that far
The words are coming
And soon we can stop staring
At what’s become

-Zach

Lullaby For A Busy Mind

Go to sleep, little darling
I will watch your eyes close
Listen to me, sweet darling
I’ll whisper to you a love song
Clear your head, little darling
Nobody needs to worry tonight
Things are more than just fine

Go to sleep, I’ll turn off the light
Take a deep breath and then sigh
All of your worries will turn out alright
Just listen to this lullaby
Just listen to this lullaby

Every moment of every day
You are busy and hurried along the way
But all I ask is you take the time
To listen to what I have to say
Be still, quiet, even serene
And things will fall into place
I promise you will fall into place

Just listen to this lullaby
Things are more than alright
Things are more than just fine
And it isn’t by chance they are falling in line
No, it isn’t by chance but by planning divine

Go to sleep, I’ll turn off the light
Just listen to this lullaby

-Zach

The Truth

Well somehow, I feel compelled
To write the words too hard to tell
Too beautiful to yell
They’re too honest to sell
Yet rough enough to make it hard
And they’ve been stuck
Stuck in my throat for nights and days
And I’ve been
Looking to breathe, been looking
To get them off my chest
But it’s so hard to tell the truth
When the truth is like a razor or a knife
That could change the look in your eyes
Forever
With no end
But it’s the truth
What can I do

Too beautiful to tell
They’re too honest to sell
Yet rough enough to make it hard
But they just need to be said
Or that look in my eyes might never change
Forever
With no end
But it’s the truth
So it’s what I’ll do

-Zach