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Lost on a road that I chose long ago!
Wondering if I would ever find home!
I just stumble like a newborn doe.
Memories lost overshadowed by a darkened dome.
Darkness prevails and I see no light.
Weakened by fear of losing the will to live!
Chorus
The storm rages on in my mind
Like a hurricane erasing my will to survive
As a caged animal fighting to stay alive
Still, the storm rages on in my mind
Leaving me cold as a winters chill
Looking for love that can hold me still
There is one that, can calm the storm
I put my hope and trust in him
And there lied strength
Strength to mount up on eagles wings
To fly into the calm
As the storm rages on in my mind
Paralyzed by doubt and by wounded self-accusation!
I tremble in my own secluded isolation!
Marked by fear my soul dies from within!
Trapped by anguish I cannot ever win!
Madness is my guide leading me down stream!
Seeing that nothing is what it might seem!
Hearing voices calling me from the wild!
Converting me back to that of a child!
Remembering that which brought me here!
All I receive is a blank uncaring stare!
Caught up in what others might think!
I headed right dead smack into a brink!
Bridge
He came in like hurricane
I now Know that is really, what it seems
He set me free from the shadows of my past
copyright©2020 brohunrecoveryoutreach.org
Darren LaBrecque
I was awakened on a misty morning.
I realized I had to face another day.
My spirit was in dire stress and yearning.
I need to sense a better way.
With a gentle whisper, my spirit spoke.
Like a shot of light, my spirit awoke.
Chorus
May I see clearly now where I must go
I understand now what I did not know
We must spread their wings and fly, fly, fly, fly higher than the earth and sky
Fly, fly, fly, fly the flight of an eagle
You need not wonder why
We must fly, fly, fly, and fly the flight of an eagle
Wayward Child, you really must take my hand.
I’ll take you out of this desert land.
Come with me, child, to a new frontier.
Don’t look any further nor shed a tear.
There is a higher plain a greater love.
See the writing written on the skies above.
Wayward child, you won’t be long me anymore.
Look to your heart and open the door.
I will come in like a summer breeze.
I’ll comfort you putting your mind at ease.
Don’t look back; just keep your eyes upon me.
copyright©2020 brohunrecoveryoutreach.org
Darren LaBrecque
Negative thought rage war on my mind
No positive thinking here in this fractured brain
Like a hammer, negative thoughts plague me
I hid so long from the hammer I lost strength
I cry out to you to correct my negative ways
Give me the the strength to stop the hammer
Give power to turn negative into positive
I will defeat the hammer on a daily basis
The hammer will not run me down; I will not let it
I let the hammer beat me down for so long
Now I vow to stop the hammer’s negative thoughts
copyright©2005 International Library of Poetry Darren LaBrecque
Life gets you down overwhelming your mind with tortured thoughts
Get a grip on grace
If you always think you have to work hard to God’s attention
Get a grip on grace
Addicted to one thing or another unable to quit the habit
Get a grip on grace
Feeling like the whole world is against you and you’re falling into a bog
Get a grip on grace
Overwhelmed by thoughts that drive you to contemplate suicide
Get a grip on grace
Hurt by the past and can’t let things go that were done to you
Get a grip on grace
Feeling frail tattered and broken down lost in a wilderness of despair
Get a grip on grace
Feeling you are in the middle of a storm with no calm in sight
Get a grip on grace
Life feels like a series of broken-down promises
Get a grip on grace
You can see through the pain of what you are feeling
Get a grip on grace
copyright©2020 brohunrecoveryoutreach.org Darren LaBrecque
We’re walking the narrow road far from home.
I run into storms wherever I roam.
Looking for some shelter, but nobody has room.
I stand still in my moments of gloom.
An old wise man offers me some wine.
I took a sip and saw a sign.
Roses come into bloom
Rainy day passes away
Making way for another sunny day
Roses come into bloom
Out comes the sun for a brighter day!
Roses along the path led me back home.
I realized I had no longer lost my way.
I know I had no reason to roam.
The voice of love has called me back.
I no longer hide from the pitch black.
Hear a voice in the silent wind
It’s calling me home
I have gone too far
Too far from home
Roses come into bloom
Fear subsided and I’m further along the road.
I have seen my home, my humble abode.
A house is being built even as we speak.
Abundant riches our given to the weak.
The silent wind as has shown me the way.
Listen closely to what the wind may say.
Gentle wind calls me out
Pushing me into the hands of love
As roses come into bloom
copyfight© 2020 brohunrecoveryoutreach.org Darren LaBrecque
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