Lyrics Without Melody

P1010051Sometimes I wake up in the early hours of the morning or late in the middle of the night having read Scripture and a phrase of poetry–usually jut one phrase, pops into my head and I must write it down. This morning I was listening to some worship music and what ensued was something that I would relate to the structure of a song, but I’m rubbish at composing melody. So if you’d like to try, I’d welcome the collaboration.

It started out with “I’d starve myself before I’d bow down.” Here’s the rest of it. I don’t have a name for it either…


Ignoring death, drink holds my need,

Screen’s glow, only god I’ve known,

Stitches unseen riddled all through me,

I’d starve myself before I’d bow down. 


I am darkness, I am fear, 

I am shattered, no one near,

I am selfish, I am lost,

I am blind, who cares the cost?


I am fine, I am fine, I am fine, I’m not fine. 


The pages say that it’s not okay,

To banish all dependency,

Someone died to take my pain,

Paid my debt and made me free.


He is daylight, He is love

He is battle-scarred, He sees,

He is whole, already won,

I don’t know Him, He knows me.


He is good, He is good, He is God, I’m not good. 


Oh God, what have I done,

With all these years on earth?

How could you forgive this one

Life of shadow since my birth?


He says, “Be still, call off your fight.

I’ve heard every night you’ve cried.

It won’t be easy to stay in the light,

but I’m right here, by your side.” 


Lord, you are safety, you are truth,

Full forgiven, I am moved,

My heart to you, I’ll forever bind,

I am yours, you are mine.


You are mine, you are mine, I am yours, I’m just fine. 

I am yours, stay by my side. 





Sonnet (or Lament) of the Good Father

After an inspirational weekend listening to poetry by Malcolm Guite, as well as a very important discussion with a friend of mine on the current opinion on fatherhood in our country, I was moved to write something like this over the last few days but was unable to put it to page until now. Here it is:


My child I sing for you when sun is spent

And watch for signs you know I long to see

Your face in joy but now our fam’ly rent

By slander crumbles ashen around me

They say I’ve gone and yet I’m here my voice

Echoes in vain beneath celebrity

And news “Fathers are dead” worship her choice

She is all, all alone, wives cannot be

For husbands gone, banished to forgotten

Lore for children ridiculous and lost

“Throw them all out! The good and the rotten.”

Oh generation you know not the cost

You’ve cut down the tree that shades the sapling

Vessel, half made, only emptiness brings


-M. Scott Cain