Frank McEleny Poems

A man's crown will lift you very high
For all the world to see
A crown of thorns will lift you up
Upon a bloody tree
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For what am I without the Lord?
A butterfly without a wing
A nightingale that cannot sing
A man who truly has no tears
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One hundred evil hands reach up
They try to pull me down
One thousand hands reach from the sky
And lift my weary soul on high
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There is something about the butterfly
That once was tethered to earth
Suddenly released from its shackles
To fly in the heavens and serve
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The day that you walked through my door
Caused my poor heart to take flight and soar
You filled me with joy and my sin was no more
The day that you walked through my door
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Show me Lord your depths
Come now and lead my steps
Raise me up my King
To the place where I can sing
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To the father that I never had
When I was just a lad
A word of comfort a tender touch
Would that have been too much?
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It does not really count
If you think its gonna end
The valleys not a valley
If you think you can ascend
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How is it I could be so lost
In a very familiar place
How can my heart turn suddenly cold
Now my world's a smaller place
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Oh Lord Jesus hear my desperate plea
Silence the "what ifs" that forever plague me
They cry out like sirens from the jagged twisted rocks
They wrap me up in chains and rusting paddle-locks
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