Timothy Riley

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- DO OR DIE -
I killed the Son of God today.
I built the cross where He was slain.
My sins,
The hands that held the hammer
that drove the nails through His skin.
Someday I win.
I want to make it up.
I want to die to myself for You.
It makes me fall apart,
When I think of all that You went through.
I owe my all to You. (I owe my all to You)
Because when it came to do or die.
You died for me,
Though I would be nothing perfect,
For human eyes to see.
My hands are Yours for works.
My eyes will seek until I’ve found You.
My legs will walk the earth,
Until You tell me my work is through.
I want to make it up,
I want to die to myself for You,
You are the one that I love,
I owe my all to you. (I owe my all to you)
I met the Son of God today,
He said “I forgive you for My pain”
He took my sin that held the hammer
that drove the nails through His skin,
He said I win.
I’m a new creation through You,
Created for You by You.
So make me worth Your while,
Put me to use.
- DOGWOOD -
- GLASS IN THE TREES -
I don’t want to come back here, to this place.
It’s a cold that only comes from blaming yourself for two decades wasted.
And I don’t want to come back here, to this place.
When it all just repeats in my head again, and I cannot stop it.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here, 
Reflects everything that I missed.
And the pavement is still warm from the tires.
I can still feel the fright that the night brings.
Every song that you’d sing.
And I won’t ever come back here to this place.
All I ever do is picture you smiling, and then picture you leaving.
And the glass in the trees, and all you left here, 
Reflects everything that I missed.
Slow down.
I’ll try and make it up to you.
They’ve cut down the trees to try to forget you.
But I took a vow to never forget you.
If you’re still here, then we’re waiting.
We’ll wait for you to come back home to the broken little foes.
Until the guilt grows and grows.
When the time that’s wasted comes back to haunt me.
And I’ll deserve every bit. because I’m not spiritual yet.
I’m just reading the lines they gave me from the pulpit.
And it’s not fading off, we remember the years.
As we sift through the laughter to find all the tears.
And I’m not worthy of grievance, I did nothing to prevent this.
And standing at your grave, I could have caused this.
- DEAD POETIC -
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