A Churchie Ballad

My life was but a battlefield a war within my soul
Of building mighty fortresses against a cold world
A tough and hard exterior a hardened view of life
Of living up to others opinions for my life

But deep inside a child peered out amidst the mire
A gentle spirit a gentle heart the real me sat and cried
For loneliness and heartache had crushed this tender heart
And all that was left within was but a little spark

And I thank my loving Father for fanning that spark to flame
For showing me how to be myself and not have to be ashamed
Of who I am or what I do or how I see the world
For the love of God consumes me He's taken away the void

For one day not so long ago I cried out to be free
For life with no real meaning is an empty life indeed
And as Gods love consumes me and the world comes tumbling down
I know I've found the answer I know Jesus I'm homeward bound


Being Easter and all I thought this a very fitting memory to add to my repertoire. This is an old ballad a far younger version of me put together while learning to play guitar. It was one of the first songs I ever wrote. I was in my early 20’s. It must have left an impression as I could remember it word for word as I sang it in front of the computer this morning.

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