A poem about driving and listening to Noah Gundersen and how that can become worship

A poem about driving and listening to Noah Gundersen and how that can become worship
I might be fake. I know I'm not fake. But I might be. Because I cover it all up. As honest as I am on paper, very rarely will that honesty spill out of my being in real life. Very rarely will I be okay with someone seeing me as I am. Because I expect …
Don't fall As you have fallen Heart aching Stand your ground Searching for the one Finding many Choosing to stop believing Though you can't quite let go Floating through the air Anti-gravity Not needing anything to hold onto Because arms are holding you Everything is taken care of Simply follow that voice No need to …
I had a friend who really got crushed before I met him. It seems I tend to meet people in the aftermath. Maybe because I'm constantly living in the aftermath. Anyway, he came to mind after he told me his story about losing his American dream that snuck up on him. He was ready for …
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Because Hannah Boat wanted me to write about being single af
There is a such a common question that is asked. It's asked to trip up those who have faith into doubting what they believe. It's asked genuinely, really wanting to understand if God really is as good as we say he is. It's asked out of curiosity. It's asked, just to see what kind of …
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A few people have asked me to write about a few different aspects of music. Why it's important. How it affects people. How it changes things. What it means. I've even been bugged because I haven't written it yet. So here are some thoughts. Apologies now if they're not all together. Open your computer. Go …
Almost two months ago I did something crazy and I packed up my life and moved across the country. At that time I didn't know what was awaiting me here in Alabama. A lot of people couldn't understand why I would move to the south. They said I was going backwards, usually people move west, …
So I'm not very good at making plans. If they fall through I get stressed out, and when I'm the reason they fall through I feel like a jerk. I tend to keep my plans to myself, especially when they're risky. So now I'm in Florence. And I have no idea what I'm doing. I …
This tastes wrong Not the way it used to Begging me to stay Rather than pushing me to leave Yet I am not even me anymore So that could be part of the problem As every passing moment pushes me closer to the edge My demise is inevitable Although I wonder if I can still …