The Coming Kingdom

What will we sing in the kingdom?
What will we do with our time?

Will there be new roads to travel?

Will there be mountains to climb?

What will we wear in the kingdom?

What will we share when we meet?

Will there be wine? Will we dance there?

Will we recline? Will we eat?

Here's what I know:

It will exceed

Everything we've been dreaming of.

It's true! He is making all things new.

I wanna dance and sing

About the wondrous world to come.

Those who believe

Long to embrace our One True Love.

I do; don't you long to see him too?

Jesus, our Lord and King;

The Lamb of God, the Holy One.

There will be peace in that kingdom:

Swords into plowshares, at last

No loneliness, no divisions;

No one will be an outcast.

Love will abide in the kingdom.

No sin, no sickness, no pain.

Jesus will reign in the kingdom;

He will destroy death's domain.

It will exceed

Everything we've been dreaming of.

It's true! He is making all things new.

I wanna dance and sing

About the wondrous world to come.

Those who believe

Long to embrace our One True Love.

I do; don't you long to see him too?

Jesus, our Lord and King;

The Lamb of God, the Holy One.

"He will wipe every tear from their eyes.

There will be no more death

Or mourning or crying or pain,

For the old order of things has passed away."

Those who believe

Long to gaze into the eyes of Love.

I do; don't you long to see him too?

Jesus, our Lord and King;

The Lamb of God, 

The Prince of Peace,

The glorious Son of God,

The Holy One.

 © 2021 David Acosta

Innovative Love

I don't want to make it on my own.
If I ever attempt it, dethrone

My heart of stone, my pride, my vanity.

I'm nothing without you, Lord; refashion me.

All I see in me for all you say I'll be;

And by faith I'll seek what I will someday see.

Gather the scattered parts of me

That I have squandered needlessly.

Can you restore the pieces that fit together?

If you can, Lord, reconstruct me; and tether

My heart to your limitless, innovative love.

My identity is not self-made;

All my efforts to grow up will fade.

But if I trust the potter's gentle hands

I will become a man who understands

That you salvage broken things and make them new.

I am but a set of fragments without you.

Gather the scattered parts of me

That I have squandered needlessly.

Can you restore the pieces that fit together?

If you can, Lord, reconstruct me; and tether

My heart to your limitless, innovative love.

All I see in me for all you say I'll be;

And by faith I'll seek what I will someday see.

© 2021 David Acosta

This Abyss

Angry outbursts...
Hits and misses...
Paradise cursed...
This abyss isn't home sweet home.

I don't know what you are looking for,

And you don't see my soul anymore.

The bitter aftertaste of a kiss:

Is this the fade-out of peaceful bliss?

What we once treasured, we've judged amiss.

How did we end up in this abyss?

Storms colliding...

Weak defenses...

We're slip-sliding...

Fragile senses sense no hope.

You say you feel trapped inside this lie;

I don't want to know the reasons why.

The bitter aftertaste of a kiss:

Is this the fade-out of peaceful bliss?

What we once treasured, we've judged amiss.

How did we end up in this abyss?

Is there no hope for us?

Have all our dreams been banished?

Is this the end of love?

What we once shared has vanished!

Is this a mutual Judas' kiss?

Eden is gone, yet I hear a hiss.

Don't try to save this; don't reminisce.

Nothing to salvage in this abyss.

The bitter aftertaste of a kiss:

This is the fade-out of peaceful bliss!

What we once treasured, we've judged amiss.

How did we end up in this abyss?

Nothing to salvage in this abyss.

All hope is lost now. . .in this abyss.

© 2021 David Acosta

The Lingering Light of Love

I refuse to believe I've been misled,
But this phase feels like an ending.
Why is my pathway descending?

I see a shadowy valley ahead.

A dark voice is calling my name;

It's a cold and sinister flame.

But I will not fear; I will not doubt.

I will set my mind on things above.

In dark vales forlorn or moments devout

I'll trust the lingering light of love.

Storm clouds gather; their breath obscures the sun.

Are they conspiring against me?

Where I am headed I can't see.

There's that voice again! "Soon you'll come undone!"

I will press on; I won't heed it;

My hopes remain undefeated.

And I will not fear; I will not doubt.

I will set my mind on things above.

In dark vales forlorn or moments devout

I'll trust the lingering light of love.

When cloudy feelings from a realm unseen,

Faithless fears, dark doubts, and thoughts unclean

Invade me and threaten me, I need not surrender;

The Lord is my light, my salvation, my defender.

And I will not fear; I will not doubt.

I will set my mind on things above.

In dark vales forlorn or moments devout

I'll trust the lingering light of love.

© 2021 David Acosta

Love As It Ought to Be

She'll waltz tonight; she'll glide in midnight blue.

You'll have the first dance and the last one too.
You know she wants to please you; don't pretend.
She knows you are her truest, dearest friend.

Others have come and gone; you'll stick around.

You're not a player playing lost and found.

You're not at all intrigued by make-believe.

She knows your heart is true; you'll never leave.

It's a sure thing; it's a good thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a lasting something;

It's love as it ought to be,

Yeah, love as it ought to be.

You had become convinced you'd never find

Someone patient, gentle, selfless, and kind.

She makes you laugh; you make her sing and shout.

You see her heart, and she's got you figured out.

It's a sure thing; it's a good thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a lasting something;

It's love as it ought to be,

Yeah, love as it ought to be.

It's not an illusion based on fantasy.

It's give and take, and learning to adjust.

It's finding common ground when you disagree.

It's built on mutual respect and trust.

[instrumental interlude]

It's a sure thing; it's a good thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a lasting something;

It's love as it ought to be.

It's a sure thing; it's a real thing.

It's not a passing fancy.

It's a help-and-heal thing;

It's love...

It's love...

It's love as it ought to be,

Yeah, love as it ought to be.

Love as it ought to be.

© 2021 David Acosta