revolution

where is the faith

the ancients

clung to

the passion

the great man

gave his life for-

where is the life

men of old

died for

defied authorities for

denied complacency for

where is the truth

men of old

left everything for

lived differently-

radically-

for

oh sleeping generation

living not

a shadow beyond

the things

dreams and nightmares

are made of...

When will

this

generation

rise

and

seek

life

we will

die for

defy authorities for

deny complacency for

truth

we will

leave everything for

live differently-

radically-

for

The dawn of

this beautiful revolution

is breaking into

this sleeping generation

lulled by dreams and

held by nightmares-

rise

and

seek with

all

your

heart

for the truth

who wakes men with

faith,

passion,

and life

...and He will be

found by you.

it is

the dawning of

a beautiful

revolution

©2007 by Brittany Mayer

still...

be still.

wet clay in the

steady hands

of the

master potter

built up

to be

crushed down.

trusting

the hands of

I Am-

he makes me

different than

i was

ever crushing

slowly building

his steady hands hold me.

trusting

trying

to be

still.

not the sunday school fantasy of a child's

colorful cartoon-

He is real

holding me

molding me

breaking me-

making me.

be still...

wet clay in the

steady hands

of the master

potter

...be quiet my soul

and rest

and trust-

be still

in

the hands that hold me.

©2007 by Brittany Mayer