my writings; if they can be called that. just me putting words out there in the world, trying to make it mean something.

 
I will sing your praise,
For you have set me free.
From my darkest pit,
You have redeemed me.
Oh, God, my father,
I cannot fathom your love.
You are faithful to me,
When I am faithless to you.
Thank you, Oh God,
For your endless mercies,
Thank you, My Father,
For your boundless grace.
I will sing your praises,
For you have set me free.
-maverick- at 3:53 PM

 
postscript:

blogger hates me. the last two posts aren't quite right, becasue the layout is all messed up. it keeps forcing my alignment to the left, so? until i figure out how to change it, here they are... it is much more critical in Losing You than in the last one. hopefully i'll figure it out, either that or i'll just find a different host site.
-maverick- at 8:02 PM

 
lost and fumbling
tripped and tumbling
i can't find my way home
turned around
and upside down
i seem destined to roam
this untiring earth
so bent to bring me down
i can still hear satan's mirth
as i tarnish my shining crown
hope seems far away
faith it fails to stay
and i begin to come undone
and yet hope is certain
because he tore the curtain
and he's gonna bring me home
he bought the lost
and paid the cost
and he's gonna bring me home
-maverick- at 8:00 PM