Oh but what will I write
That is new on this earth
That will rock His socks off
That He hasn’t heard before

Oh but how will I say
How much I love Jesus
And how much He shows up
Always

I feel so empty
When I try to write out my love
To the God who has made my desires
Does He not know already?

Then why do I pray?
Then why do I write?
Then why do I live
But to sing to you anyway

Yes you made me
To sing to you anyway
Yes I have woes
To pray to you everyday
Yes I write to get close
To THE original hipster
The one who IS before everything WAS
To be
A postmodern poet in the eyes of God
I may seem silly and pointless
Except for that little joy that comes dancing
When I feel God’s love
Trickling through like syrup
Sticking to all the cracks of my heart