Misguided satellite

I circle by habit,

cant find my orbit to save my life

I want to fall,

I want to burn,

like an ignorant craterless meteorite

Long ago I was derailed,

long ago the mission failed

but in the distance there appears a light



Disgruntled architect

building a palace

cant make it perfect to save my life

victimless crime ride the wrecking ball in

evacuate now while I breathe dynamite

Efforts all to no avail

Im perfections countervail

torn in pieces, I am made contrite



And in my darkest hour

the brightest light draws near to me

a torch to end all torches,

this is the light that sets me free

all shadows burn away now

but by his grace I am sustained

though all was lost,

now all is found and more is gained



Lift me up and make me whole

Instill in me a new hope

Breathe new life into my soul