Love Breeze

We have been waiting.
Do you see us here,
Holding on to hope?

Visions are fading;
We wrestle with fear;
In the dark we grope.

Lead us to a higher place;
Calm our ever-restless hearts.
Lift us from the maze of self-made odysseys.
Bring our spirits face to face
With the One who made the stars.
Drive away these shadows, merciful Love Breeze.

We're always searching,
Never satisfied;
It's all vanity:

Winds we keep chasing,
Fantasies we ride,
Dreams of what we'll be.

Lead us to a higher place;
Calm our ever-restless hearts.
Lift us from the maze of self-made odysseys.
Bring our spirits face to face
With the One who made the stars.
Drive away these shadows, merciful Love Breeze.

Place us on a pathway of truth and light,
And keep our minds on things above.
Steer our hearts when we veer left or right
And clothe us in clean garments of love.


Drive away the shadows...

Lift us from the maze...


Lead us to a higher place;
Calm our ever-restless hearts.
Lift us from the maze of self-made odysseys.
Bring our spirits face to face
With the One who made the stars.
Drive away these shadows, merciful Love Breeze.


© 2020 David Acosta

Movin' On

He doesn't really want to go,
But he needs a new scene.
If he could design it, you know,
He'd build a time-machine.

No more hesitation;
   the doubts are gone.
The road awaits him now;
...he's movin' on, because...

Love doesn't disregard;
   it doesn't look away.
Love: isn't it something
   that is meant to last?
Love doesn't toss aside;
   it makes you want to stay.
But it's time leave the
   disenchantment in the past.

The inner sanctum where he'd hide
Is an altered altar;
The time has come to step outside
With his song and psalter.

It's been a hard lesson,
   a painful one.
Nothing he can do now;
   what's done is done, you see...

Love doesn't disregard;
   it doesn't look away.
Love: isn't it something
   that is meant to last?
Love doesn't toss aside;
   it makes you want to stay.
But he's got to leave the
   disenchantment in the past.

Listen up, listen up...
When you truly love,
You don't pretend;
You don't ignore
Or condescend;
An open door
Receives that friend
Who wants to lend a hand.
Or don't you understand
That we are part of one another?... Yeah...

Love doesn't disregard;
   it doesn't look away.
Love: isn't it something
   that is meant to last?
Love doesn't toss aside;
   it makes you want to stay.
He has finally left the
   disenchantment in the past.

It's been a hard lesson, a painful one.
Nothing he can do now;
   what's done is done.
He's movin' on...

© 2020 David Acosta

Barnabus and Paul

How much to reveal...
How much to withhold...
Not sure what I feel
Out here in the cold.

In the dreadful unseen
There's a fine line between
"Maybe I ought to stay"
And "I'm going away."

And it's blurry sometimes;
And it breaks my heart, so I
Hide behind my rhymes.
But I know this is goodbye.

I wish I didn't have to say it,
But I've had enough of this silent wall.
I know this time I must convey it;
We're a modern-day Barnabus and Paul.

Standing in the rain,
Waiting for the sun.
No need to explain;
The end has begun.

There's no enmity here,
Just a parting of ways.
It is foggy, yet clear;
It's an unclouded haze.

And you know that it's true;
And it breaks my heart; still I
Know what I must do:
Yes, I'm sure this is goodbye.

I wish I didn't have to say it.
Can this be the end? The last curtain call?
Let it be; don't delay it.
We're a modern-day Barnabus and Paul.

I wish I didn't have to say it,
But I've had enough of this silent wall.
I know this time I must convey it;
It's our version of Barnabus and Paul.


© 2020 David Acosta

Your Ways

I wrote this sing-along song for worship. . .

Psalm 25:4-5, 10

Show me your ways, Oh Lord;
   teach me your paths.
Lead me in your truth and teach me.

Show me your ways, Oh Lord;
   teach me your paths.
Lead me in your truth and teach me.

For you are the God of my salvation.
For you I wait all the day long.


All the paths of the Lord
   are steadfast love and faithfulness.
All the paths of the Lord
   are steadfast love and faithfulness
   for those who keep
   his covenant and his testimonies.

[Repeat]


© 2020 David Acosta

A Reluctant Farewell

I'm somewhere between the table and the door,
Somewhere between "let's do this" and "what for?"
And it's not because I do not believe.
I'm an outsider now; I need to leave;
The sun waits for me beyond the gray.
The road calls; I must be on my way.

I'm somewhere between this window and the wind,
Somewhere between what ends and what begins.
I know I've tried; I've prayed; I've sung along.
But things just aren't the same; I don't belong
In this session of diminishment,
In this season of my discontent.

And I'm not seeking grandiosity;
You know that was never my intent.
But I must be where I am free to be
Someone I need not misrepresent.

I'm somewhere between a greeting and goodbye,
Somewhere between "no more" and "one more try."
But this time I've run out of humble pie,
And your loud silence has become a lie.
No explanation, nothing at all;
Cold detachment; a tall, silent wall.

So I'm somewhere between the table and the door,
Somewhere between "let's do this" and "what for?"

I could choose to acquiesce tacitly;
Cast my pearls before swine till I'm spent.
But I must be where I am free to be
Someone I need not misrepresent.

And I'm not seeking grandiosity;
You know that was never my intent.
But I must be where I am free to be
Someone I need not misrepresent.


© 2020 David Acosta