I lay down
You call me words I can’t explain.
That left my heart in your disdain.
My hopes in Christ so I’ll refrain,
And make my rest upon his name.
I often pay what I don’t owe.
You ask me questions, I do not know.
You paste my flesh unto a clown,
Ridicule my life, yet I lay down.
A sadness be known to only one.
His only wish to bid me come.
With mending hands, an eternal calm,
He took the place of dad and mom.
I cannot pay this woeful debt.
Though pains of life subtly crept.
My enemy’s wear a callous frown,
As I lay down, as I lay down.
Ex-pectations beyond my reach.
Yet I press on toward heavens breach.
Accused and threatened, my life is lessened,
When I lay down, yes I lay down.
Searching for old pots of gold.
In parables spoken in times of old.
Glory days I now behold,
When I lay down my selfish goal.
Pressing toward another way.
Careful of the words I say.
Your truths like needles inside my hay,
Yet I lay down to kneel and pray.
Seeing glimmer of eternal’s light,
Subtly quench my darkened plight.
When you laid down that ancient night,
And breach the line from wrong to right.
So I lay down, yes I lay down.