Jesse chained to a beast, she caught his eye, and everything changed!

By Skye Shae Bonati April 26, 2018 Music & Lyrics by Skye Shae Bonati Listen to "Building Mansions" (mp3) Building mansions Finding caverns Taking actions Breaking fractions all we want is to be innocent all the taking leaves us feeling spent Making, losing Calling, Dropping Hoping, gasping Grasping, falling All we want: to be heard All we have are the burns of a falling city now Smoke burns in my lungs Can you save me Can you pick me up (can you pick me up?) Love aches

By Skye Shae Bonati April 26, 2018 This song appears on the 2020 record, I Want To Bring You Glory by Skye Shae Bonati, produced by Noah Wolf. Verse 1 Amazing grace! No sweeter love have I ever found, And I have searched the whole world round. Verse 2 Amazing love! Your back holds scars that were never meant for you, But you were beaten for my sin. Chorus Amazing! I don’t know why you left your crown, Entered human skin, claimed the torture for o

By Skye Shae Bonati March 10, 2009 The road ahead brings solitude away from wayside paths, As now my horse and load are turning round to stroll the grass. It calls me where there are no bounds, where I am free to roam, But something calls me stronger; it's the calling of my home. The fast-approaching dawn is calling down into my heart, The coolness on the air is painting fathoms with an art. The softness of the morning mist is thrilling to the bone, But nothing calls me stron

By Skye Shae Bonati April 12, 2013 Humility, that wide-eyed child once stood next to the fountain on Cantos Plaza A yellow tipped man hung his bow there -- drew it across the symphony he played in his heart -- if only he’d known All around him sun’s rays shone through dusty streets, finding every shadow and giving chase The plaza dripped with honey and bread fell from the sky, but the bow drew back and forth. The conductor tapped his s

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa 2018 This song appears on the 2020 record, I Want To Bring You Glory by Skye Shae Bonati, produced by Noah Wolf. How little time I spend making mistakes, But how long I pay for them! God, give me faith to believe I’m forgiven It would feel better to know that I’d done it on purpose, And know that right now I rightly deserve this Jesus, I cut Your back with my words, And I struck You with feelings of hurt and of anger Crosses were usually for strang

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa June, 2024 This poem first appears in The Chain Breaking Experience: Poetry Devotional Book , published in 2024 on Amazon. If you want to build a house in three days, you need the right materials. You will need: wood, some nails, a hammer or two. You will need a good strong team of guys to help you (twelve should do), and women to find the Gardener. You’d be remiss if you get anything less than the best architect-- the blueprints drawn up impe

By Skye Shae Bonati February 24, 2019 Verse 1 When I step up on this stage, don't see anything but trees Genesis and heaven and the one in the middle that saved me This silly raised up platform's only built from some old wood And I'm nothing without Jesus' yeah, I'm nothing if it weren't for God PreChorus Because an actor can win their Oscar and drive around in gold But we couldn’t play our part if Jesus’ story wasn’t told Tho it might not have been the finest oak

By Skye Shae Bonati October 20, 2016 I'm just warning you Imma be a funny person when I die so many things that I've tried * Things poking out of corners and blindsides like a house that was built by children So many things to fit in We can't make up our minds * * * I'm just warning you Prob'ly won't live the life of the common loon on the lake, but I'm all in * Snorkeling past the apparent diving for treasure that's buried shake it all out for its story to get all that I ca

By Skye Shae Bonati Circa 2011 A problem of love had escaped the night; Misfortune and pain were holding us tight. Oh, castles and star-gazer nights we had, But pleasure of time was driving us mad. The concept of love eluded us then; We built of sand for the castles of men. And the waves came crashing, pounding , dashing-- To be sure, we incurred quite a lashing. Almost letting go we held to our past, Hoping to find something more that would last. And finding naught but dust