He Chose The Nails

He came to Earth to bring me back
And let Himself fall under attack
For His love of lowly men
Who don't understand--not now, nor then.

He chose the nails that hung him there
To reconcile my sin's despair
And took on Him a crown of thorns
To shore me up 'gainst coming storms.

He chose the nails that pierced His skin
And beckoned me to come with Him;
For as He died on Calvary,
He returned my wayward soul to me.

He broke the bands unbreakable
To show with love unshakable
That one day I may too return
To that sweet place for which I yearn.

C.R.E.

You

It seems my eyes are full of scenes
That haven't yet come around.
I dream of a life with you--
Living in the past and future,
But rarely in the moment.

Do you think of us at all?
Do you know that all I do revolves around you?
And would you care if you did?

No matter. I'll live and love
As though it made a difference.
Because, honestly, to do anything else
Would drive me inexorably closer
To the insanity of supposed truth.

C.R.E.