Friday, January 8, 2010

Heat of the Moment

I look back today on a time in my life that held little direction, though I thought I was going forward. It was the year 1982 and I found myself in a foreign land. I had carefully boxed up my old life and put it on a shelf for safe keeping knowing that two years was really not all that long a time to be far from home.

And what brought this memory up you ask? Well, I was surfing the net this morning when I came across some old eighties songs on YouTube. I was curious if there were videos to go along with such hits as "Heat of the Moment" by Asia. Sure enough, I found a treasure trove of songs I had partied to and never took much thought as to what they meant to me. As I tried to put things into perspective, I could not help but offer a little prayer to help get my creative juices flowing. The following is the result as I contemplated the changes just over the horizon in my life today. Hope you like it. Witt.


Silent is the morning
Snow falls gently outside
While a fire gathers in my heart
Heat of the moment
When I want more of you
Than what my mind’s eye can conjure
Grace is seeing your face
Hearing your voice
Telling me what I believe
What is truth?
When I lived so many lies
Trying to be something I was not
And all I had was a prayer
To hold on to.

Faith is more than a feeling
Heat of the moment
Passing me by
Like a storm
Clouds will disappear
There you appear
More than a figment
Of my imagination
A hand to hold on to.

Daybreak calling
Dreams of falling
End with a sigh of relief
You are near
Making it clear
You are not far away
But I want more
Beset with a chore
To gather something tangible
Not a reflection
A story or lecture
To keep me holding on.


Faith is more than a feeling
Heat of the moment
Passing me by
Like a storm
Clouds disappear
There you appear
More than a figment
Of my imagination
A hand to hold on to.

Faith,
More than a feeling
Eye of the storm
Tears falling down
Washing all my fears away
And I see clearly
Grace of the moment
Not heat of my inner battles
Knocking on the door
For you were here all along
And all I needed was to believe.

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