It’s a midnight memory

Yes, I stole that from One Direction

Misguided I am by the pop culture

Fandom wrapped in stardom we

Call the news today—

I am thirsty however for

What is true, I am pressed up

Against all that is not new,

Not newness, not goodness,

Yes, this is God’s patience—

A hard pressed life one against

The loveless and the wreckless

But for love it all changes and

Rearranges the insides of our heart’s

Deepest desires—I too stay up late

Sipping coffee when I should be asleep

But I to crave the right kind of midnight

One with oil, one with a red eyed flight

To that place called perfection, called

Burn in me a new getaway, called Zion’s

Jetway, it’s a continuing city, it’s a windy

Skyline, it’s a golden bridge in due time,

It’s a winding road and I am lost whenever

You go—do not leave us here dead in our

Sins, hopped up on trespassing in the highway

Flourishing—I too am a palm tree to flourish

And a pain to nourish in Your eyes, I too am

A midnight memory but when I see You let

Me in, let me sit, let me not be the one you

Cast out—more oil for the midnight days

Ahead—its all for You!