Lost Luggage
I won’t pay the overweight charge
For packing bags with living large.
I’d rather keep status in my quo
Than sign myself up for tales of woe.
I’ll board the plane with lesser weight
To avoid being stopped at the gate
I like to carry what I can see
To ensure my bags won’t be taken from me.
I hold on tight to my zippered gear
And breathe in shallow gulps of fear
I’ll hang my head and keep eyes low
I’ll stop my ears from hearing “GO!”
I’ll spectate from the safe sidelines
to avoid exposure at the frontlines.
I’ll shun the cost of mystery
And keep from making history.
All those boarding flight number six
Come be a part of the dead end mix
of living life by what you can see
and running from kingdom reality.
Deep in my heart, I know there’s more
To what my small bags alone can store
But I’m not willing to risk the price
For dreaming big and eating spice.
I’ll only live on what is bland
To ensure my safety in the land
I don’t want to move on from glory to glory
I just want to write my own small story.
A Bigger Story calls out to me
To be a part of setting men free
To dream the dreams that carry weight
The dream of Love that conquers hate.
I can’t resist…I heard the Voice
That overcomes my sense of choice
The Love behind the Story breathes
Until I fall onto my knees.
My heart begins to fill with flame
As I now hear Him call my name
With Voice that booms and Love that crashes
Through my smallness turned to ashes.
Copyright © 2005 by Donya Duggleby
For packing bags with living large.
I’d rather keep status in my quo
Than sign myself up for tales of woe.
I’ll board the plane with lesser weight
To avoid being stopped at the gate
I like to carry what I can see
To ensure my bags won’t be taken from me.
I hold on tight to my zippered gear
And breathe in shallow gulps of fear
I’ll hang my head and keep eyes low
I’ll stop my ears from hearing “GO!”
I’ll spectate from the safe sidelines
to avoid exposure at the frontlines.
I’ll shun the cost of mystery
And keep from making history.
All those boarding flight number six
Come be a part of the dead end mix
of living life by what you can see
and running from kingdom reality.
Deep in my heart, I know there’s more
To what my small bags alone can store
But I’m not willing to risk the price
For dreaming big and eating spice.
I’ll only live on what is bland
To ensure my safety in the land
I don’t want to move on from glory to glory
I just want to write my own small story.
A Bigger Story calls out to me
To be a part of setting men free
To dream the dreams that carry weight
The dream of Love that conquers hate.
I can’t resist…I heard the Voice
That overcomes my sense of choice
The Love behind the Story breathes
Until I fall onto my knees.
My heart begins to fill with flame
As I now hear Him call my name
With Voice that booms and Love that crashes
Through my smallness turned to ashes.
Copyright © 2005 by Donya Duggleby