When the voice of the Assailant rings in my head,

I choose to let my Saviour reign;

When darkness tries to pervade my mind,

I hold it captive and subject it to Christ.

Thou art my Redeemer, in Thee I’m a saint,

Thou art my Victory, no evil remains;

Thy glorious Name I shall boldly proclaim,

Hark, His glory shall remain!

For what is life but a fleeting moment

A ripple on a tumultuous ocean

A quiet breath of a sleeping man

On a forgotten desert a grain of sand

A frolicking laugh from a woman's lips

A drop of tear on a lover's kiss

Tracing our footprints washed off the shore

Chasing the memories that cheer and mourn

Old promises astray, love found and lost;

Looking beyond the present moment

Seeking treasures yet to unfold

Crafting stories yet to be told;

Caught off the moment, living time borrowed

Our faces turned, eyes averted

Footsteps echo in a hasty cadence 

Through grasping fingers passing unseen

The moment so transient a wisp of wind

A precious memory it could have been

O, how life is but a fleeting moment

Sometimes awake I lay in drunken sleeplessness

Staring at the cold hard ceiling staring back at me

A hundred thousand woes and worries flood my mind

I fret about tomorrow and anguish about yesterday

‘tis a never-ending web of turmoil whose mind’s ever churning

Lying still, while tumultuous thoughts race in a wild tenor

Momentarily, a fleeting spirit crosses my restless mind

Perhaps, a breath of heaven pours over me

The cold hardness turns into a calming softness

I gaze into a cloud of peacefulness luring me to stillness

Whirling around and holding me in a warm embrace

A comfort I felt once upon a very long yester-day

Voices of angels seemingly call out from afar

In a gentle melodic wordless flutter against my ears

How familiar the sound, the adoration, the endearment

Beckoning like a father searching for a lost son

I’m taken up into this cloud of serenity

Falling into a blissful oblivion where worries are no more

Nor lust nor hate, nor life nor death

Nor all else of the world

Shall hath thee a hold on me

‘tis Thy love that shall lift me above the ground

Above the woes and snares of all that surrounds me

And I lay in a calm wakefulness

Staring at the cold hard ceiling staring back at me

No woes nor worries flood my mind

Tomorrow shall worry about itself

Yesterday becomes history, a book I could choose to read

I lie still, my mind in tranquil serenity

What does it feel to be a jigsaw pieced together

An enzyme bound to its substrate

A faultless union for a reaction

Where one sees no flaw but perfection

What does it feel to not have to struggle

To not have to fight

To not have to sorrow

Where joy is an effortless daily pleasure

Perhaps there is no simplicity

Only years of tears and impassable obstacles

Perhaps life was never meant to be easy

Perhaps laughter is a prize worth fighting for

Perhaps love is but a journey partners travail

And I’ll love him, yes I will…

I prevail, having fallen,

To take the road less travelled

To love where love ceases

To live where death lingers

I was at a cross road

But I chose to take this path

The path where mighty hearts tremble

Where the unweary fall to pieces

I fall and stand and fall again

I thought I'd never stand tall again

On both my knees and bloody hands

I crawl t'wards where I think this ends

Where the dark twisted path meanders and dips

Joins a cheery clearing with birds and singing

Perhaps I'll get there, someday, somewhere

I'll keep trudging, finding my way

On this grueling path that shows no end

I'll keep crawling, a bloody mess

In my kindest dreams, I’m walking the beach

The gently drooping sun floods the sky a purple red

Glitter and shine where the ocean and sky meet

Leisurely gulls float on the lazy evening breeze

Trailing behind footprints casually erased by the sea

Memories of the moment kept forever within

My hand in yours, fingers interlaced

My gaze upon yours, eyes interlocked

The rush of emotions drown the crash of the sea

We lean in, lips touch, and magic begins

Cruel reality jolts us apart

We sit up in bed with a sudden start

Trudging on with life’s mundanity

Knowing the moment we close our eyes at night

Life begins as we dream again

‘tis a dark hollow place

where echoes multiply

stalagmites like thirsty teeth

stalactites like hungry claws

no candles to light the walls

but jagged rocks carving he who falls

‘tis a friendly place nay

‘tis a perfect dream not

where joy drops to naught

echoes in my head

shadows in my space

‘tis a vortex, a gloomy dark cave

foreigners galore, strangers a hall

peer around, peers about?

‘tis a friendly place nay

‘tis a perfect dream not

Perhaps the fish never craved sand for it’s never felt land

Or the deer yearn for meat for it’s never had a need

For the lonely are only ever lonely if they’ve ever been loved

The broken ever broken if joy has ever been known

A stranger became a lover, and estrangement burns a hole.

For I thought all was lost, buried beneath the rubble

That all was grey, that all’s lost colour

My wings once iridescent, since blanched and forgotten

Time inched laboriously, moments dragged disdainfully

The sun sits behind a heavy cloud, constant, bleak, unmovingly

Worker ants scurry in the murky fog across the humid lifeless alley

A stranger’s shadow forms at the start of the street

Casually ambling through the deadened district

A gentle streak pierce through the heavy fog

A silent song sings beneath his feet

Raindrops dance on a crimson petal

Beards of the old willow sway in the breeze

Wings of butterflies flutter and shine

The creeping sunbeams split to form bursts of colours

The skylark sings a song of merriment

Morning comes at the break of dawn