time gone by

I was doing some cleaning today and came across a few things I had written some time ago. Throughout my training in the visual arts I was taught to keep a sketchbook- a visual journal- all process and no mistakes.
This blog is also a sketchbook of sorts; it is a revelation of process- no mistakes.

To be quite honest, all of that... just a glorified apology for the poor quality of the writing to follow. Oh well.
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Darkness fills the world
It's knocking on my door
Nowhere to run
So I kneel down on the floor

and I turn to you

Do you hear me speaking?
Am i loud enough?
Guard me while I'm sleeping
The nights can be so rough

With the faith that I am keeping
Oh, Lord

I turn to you

There are so many faces
Walking down the street
I wish that I could find you
In everyone I meet
Sometimes the days get so bleak
But When my heart has gotten weak

I turn to you

I know I'll turn to you
You always hear me speaking
I'll be loud enough
You guard me while I'm sleeping
Nights won't be so rough
With this faith that I am keeping

I turn to you