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!