On the road to beautiful

For my old friend Renee


A song for the weak,
a song for the broken
song for the poor,
for the angry,
the bitter and confused.

A song for the broken,
the hurting
a song for the cynic
for the addicted
a song for those who have lost all the words to all their songs

do you not know
have you not heard
your Father does not get weary of you

When the young man walks and faints
when the young girl loses her way
then our great God says rise up on the wings of an eagle
Rise, rise rise
He says rise, rise and fly...

Those who have tripped
feel hurt
left
burdened
confused
rise to your God

let the prodigal parts of your heart return
let the cynical parts of our hearts have peace again
and believe

That is the end to one of my favorite songs...
here is the rest of
On the Road to Beautiful by Charlie Hall

I crumble at Your kiss and grace
I'm a weakling in the dust
Teach me how to cling to You
With all my life and all my love

Father come to me, hold me up 'cause I can barely stand
My strength is gone and my breath is short, I can't reach out my hands
But my heart is set on a pilgrimage to heaven's own bright King
So in faltering or victory I will always sing

And on the road to beautiful
My seasons always change
But my life is spent on loving You
To know You in Your power and pain

Father come to me, hold me up 'cause I can barely stand
My strength is gone and my breath is short, I can't reach out my hands
But my heart is set on a pilgrimage to heaven's own bright King
So in faltering or victory I will always sing

You're my portion in this life
You're my strength now in my fight
And to You I pledge my heart
In the pain and in the dark I'll love You
I'll love You, I'll love You

I'll love You...