Gifts

The tears are trickling down my cheeks,
My eyes are swolen and red.
My thoughts are going way too fast
As I think of her fears unsaid.

She hides her pain inside her heart,
But to me it's on her face.
I see her cringe at her past life,
She knows not of God's warm grace.

All she has to do is look and say,
I'm ready to be forgiven.
I want You to dwell inside me now,
And change the way I've been living.

Why is it I know all this?
I can't help but truely care.
All I can do is pray for her,
Her heart I cannot repair.

But it doesn't really seem,
Like that helps all that much.
I wish I could see her change,
I wish her heart I could touch.

What use is knowing her pain,
If there's nothing I can do?
Why can't I have some other gift,
One that doesn't hurt, oh, I need You.

Free Bird

A bird can be free,
So why can't I?
A bird can soar across the sky.
It can dip and dive and twirl around,
And can plundge inself upside down.
It can do what it wants to do and when.
That's all I want every now and then.
It doesn't have to ask what to do.
That's all I ask from me to you.