Looking out in starry night
Children stare into the dark
Snow flakes fall from distant sky
And blanket the earth in white
Bitter cold falls on the earth
Silence falls on rushing chatter
Making plans to seize the day
When we celebrate His birth
A child we worship and remember
Surrounded by a stable’s smell
Wrapped in blankets tightly held
As he peers upon the earth
The Savior born the Son of God
A bridge to God and man
Peace on earth from God’s on hand
The sacrificial lamb
Looking out in starry night
Shepherds stare into the dark
Angels fall from distant sky
And blanket the sky in white
Good news falls throughout the earth
Worship falls on curious chatter
Making plans, making way
As we celebrate His birth
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Forgotten
I guess it may seem stupid
A little bit absurd
Trying to make a mark
Using invisible ink, I guess
Nothing to see, nothing to show
Looking back, where have I gone?
Where have I come from?
I see no mark, no trace, and no trail
Waking up is just a habit
Walking throughout the day is a must
Wondering around sight unseen
Unseen, simply unused and unheard
Almost as if I were kicked under the fridge
Forgotten about, unnoticed
Things hide behind doors
Doors that are never closed
Jumping up and down
Screaming at the top of my lungs!
Here I am! Here I am!
Stop looking the other way, please!
If I could throw rocks I would
Banging on your window pain
Just to get you here, too look
After that, would you even care?
So many years, it seems so long
I’m getting tired, I’m running down
Almost ready to return to the past
And stop looking to the future
Dreams are things that others dream
Reality has come to live in my house
What’s the use?
Plans are for architects, not for me
So I babble at things I only understand
Maybe you understand as well
Maybe you live where I live?
Under the fridge, behind a door, forgotten
A little bit absurd
Trying to make a mark
Using invisible ink, I guess
Nothing to see, nothing to show
Looking back, where have I gone?
Where have I come from?
I see no mark, no trace, and no trail
Waking up is just a habit
Walking throughout the day is a must
Wondering around sight unseen
Unseen, simply unused and unheard
Almost as if I were kicked under the fridge
Forgotten about, unnoticed
Things hide behind doors
Doors that are never closed
Jumping up and down
Screaming at the top of my lungs!
Here I am! Here I am!
Stop looking the other way, please!
If I could throw rocks I would
Banging on your window pain
Just to get you here, too look
After that, would you even care?
So many years, it seems so long
I’m getting tired, I’m running down
Almost ready to return to the past
And stop looking to the future
Dreams are things that others dream
Reality has come to live in my house
What’s the use?
Plans are for architects, not for me
So I babble at things I only understand
Maybe you understand as well
Maybe you live where I live?
Under the fridge, behind a door, forgotten
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Keep Moving Forward
By Molly Conley
Just because I saw the yesterday
Doesn’t mean there’s a tomorrow
I have to keep moving forward
When there’s a situation you can’t handle
You have to keep moving forward
When you don’t have a helping hand
Or you don’t have the confidence
Keep moving forward
I seen the future, I’ve seen the past
What more is there to see, to find out
I have to keep moving forward
When you’ve walked miles and miles
To find what you’re looking for
But haven’t found what you need
Keep moving forward
When you need to see something
But you haven’t found it
Keep moving forward
Remember, keep moving forward
(Inspired by the Disney movie, Meet the Robinsons)
Just because I saw the yesterday
Doesn’t mean there’s a tomorrow
I have to keep moving forward
When there’s a situation you can’t handle
You have to keep moving forward
When you don’t have a helping hand
Or you don’t have the confidence
Keep moving forward
I seen the future, I’ve seen the past
What more is there to see, to find out
I have to keep moving forward
When you’ve walked miles and miles
To find what you’re looking for
But haven’t found what you need
Keep moving forward
When you need to see something
But you haven’t found it
Keep moving forward
Remember, keep moving forward
(Inspired by the Disney movie, Meet the Robinsons)
Friday, December 7, 2007
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas. A clown parody.
'Twas the night before Christmas, snow on the ground,
All of Clown Town was sleeping, except one little clown;
His stockings were flung across the room on a chair,
He hoped that St. Clownolas soon would be there.
The kid clowns were dreaming asleep in their beds,
While visions of St. Clownolas danced in their heads;
There was mamma and daddy, grandpa and grandma,
Under the covers in their rooms down the hall.
When out by the clown car I heard a loud noise,
I sprang from my bed and tripped over my toys;
Next to the window I fell in the trash,
Tore open my jammas and broke out the glass.
The lamp on my chest and the new-fallen globe,
Lit up the whole floor and the objects below,
When, what to my wondering clown eyes did appear,
But a great looking clown car, with eight goofy clowns, oh dear,
With great big ol feet and bright orange hair,
St. Clown, St. Clownolas, is that you out there?
Louder than beagles his Joey’s they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Lou! now, Bozo! now, Felix and Otto!
On, Jung! On Jackie! On Ricky and Coco!
To the top of the stage! Don’t trip and don’t fall!
Now clown away! clown away! clown for us all!"
Their eyes had a twinkle and they all tried to fly,
But they had no success and they all wondered why,
So what’s on the stage the Joey’s that’s who,
With a box full of props, and St. Clownolas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw a great bit
There was dancing and singing, a bottle with seltzer in it.
As I drew in my hand, and was laughing out loud,
Entered stage left St. Clownolas looking so proud.
He was dressed all in plaid, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with saw dust and soot;
A bundle of props he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Arthur Pedlar on the hippodrome track.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his ProKnows like a cherry!
His big ol red mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the Mehron that he used was as white as the snow;
The great looking smile, his pearly white teeth,
And the hat on his head hung like a wreath;
A white face or course, comedy not classic,
The costume by Betty made him look so fantastic.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly clown,
And I laughed when I saw him, while still on the ground;
With the close of his eyes standing in the right place,
Look out St. Clownolus there’s a pie in your face;
He spoke not a word, it was part of the gag,
He then started laughing; and wiped his face with a rag,
And laying his finger aside of his ProKnows,
He tripped and he fell of the stage there he goes;
He sprang to his feet, I was screaming encore,
And away they all ran off the stage out the door.
But I heard him exclaim, as the show had to close,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL BUMP A NOSE!"
Copyright 2002 by Steve Conley. All rights reserved.
All of Clown Town was sleeping, except one little clown;
His stockings were flung across the room on a chair,
He hoped that St. Clownolas soon would be there.
The kid clowns were dreaming asleep in their beds,
While visions of St. Clownolas danced in their heads;
There was mamma and daddy, grandpa and grandma,
Under the covers in their rooms down the hall.
When out by the clown car I heard a loud noise,
I sprang from my bed and tripped over my toys;
Next to the window I fell in the trash,
Tore open my jammas and broke out the glass.
The lamp on my chest and the new-fallen globe,
Lit up the whole floor and the objects below,
When, what to my wondering clown eyes did appear,
But a great looking clown car, with eight goofy clowns, oh dear,
With great big ol feet and bright orange hair,
St. Clown, St. Clownolas, is that you out there?
Louder than beagles his Joey’s they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Lou! now, Bozo! now, Felix and Otto!
On, Jung! On Jackie! On Ricky and Coco!
To the top of the stage! Don’t trip and don’t fall!
Now clown away! clown away! clown for us all!"
Their eyes had a twinkle and they all tried to fly,
But they had no success and they all wondered why,
So what’s on the stage the Joey’s that’s who,
With a box full of props, and St. Clownolas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw a great bit
There was dancing and singing, a bottle with seltzer in it.
As I drew in my hand, and was laughing out loud,
Entered stage left St. Clownolas looking so proud.
He was dressed all in plaid, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with saw dust and soot;
A bundle of props he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Arthur Pedlar on the hippodrome track.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his ProKnows like a cherry!
His big ol red mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the Mehron that he used was as white as the snow;
The great looking smile, his pearly white teeth,
And the hat on his head hung like a wreath;
A white face or course, comedy not classic,
The costume by Betty made him look so fantastic.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly clown,
And I laughed when I saw him, while still on the ground;
With the close of his eyes standing in the right place,
Look out St. Clownolus there’s a pie in your face;
He spoke not a word, it was part of the gag,
He then started laughing; and wiped his face with a rag,
And laying his finger aside of his ProKnows,
He tripped and he fell of the stage there he goes;
He sprang to his feet, I was screaming encore,
And away they all ran off the stage out the door.
But I heard him exclaim, as the show had to close,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL BUMP A NOSE!"
Copyright 2002 by Steve Conley. All rights reserved.
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Eggnog sitting on grocery shelves
Working hard is Santa’s elves
Charlie Brown and Rudolf glows
And all the older Christmas shows
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Winters here and summers gone
And so begins the Christmas songs
Christmas trees fill window pains
Drizzled snow and sleeted rain
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Shoppers fight the hurried crowd
Carolers out and singing loud
Empty trees hold mistletoe
Christmas lights are all aglow
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Hot chocolate warming on the eye
Snow flakes falling from the sky
Gifts are scattered around the tree
Children counting one, two, three
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
A Saviour born rests in a manger
Stillness night away from danger
A mother, father begins to sing
Happy birthday to the King
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Working hard is Santa’s elves
Charlie Brown and Rudolf glows
And all the older Christmas shows
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Winters here and summers gone
And so begins the Christmas songs
Christmas trees fill window pains
Drizzled snow and sleeted rain
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Shoppers fight the hurried crowd
Carolers out and singing loud
Empty trees hold mistletoe
Christmas lights are all aglow
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Hot chocolate warming on the eye
Snow flakes falling from the sky
Gifts are scattered around the tree
Children counting one, two, three
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
A Saviour born rests in a manger
Stillness night away from danger
A mother, father begins to sing
Happy birthday to the King
That’s what makes it feel like Christmas
Monday, December 3, 2007
Drifting
Finger tips of bitter cold
Wrinkled hands and growing old
Drifting back to treasured past
Looking forward looking glass
Days went by much slower then
Time gives way and death begins
At what point did the clock reverse?
The gift of life becomes a curse
Past to future time goes on
Building memories, lyrics to song
Pen to paper pictures in ink
Time remembered, time to think
Yesterday flew, a vapor, the wind
Today’s just starting, today just ends
The longer the day the shorter the mind
One extra wrinkle imbedded in time
Wrinkled hands and growing old
Drifting back to treasured past
Looking forward looking glass
Days went by much slower then
Time gives way and death begins
At what point did the clock reverse?
The gift of life becomes a curse
Past to future time goes on
Building memories, lyrics to song
Pen to paper pictures in ink
Time remembered, time to think
Yesterday flew, a vapor, the wind
Today’s just starting, today just ends
The longer the day the shorter the mind
One extra wrinkle imbedded in time
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Steeples Just Don’t Care
Convinced that steeples just don’t care
About the lives and hurts outside
Holding up their walls within
And keeping strangers out
Running for the door of safety
Never taking missions out
Come to church and learn of Jesus
Four walls keeping scripture in
Feed the hungry with your two hands
Give the money with a smile
Feel as if you’ve really helped
As if you’ve been there touching smells
Preach from pulpit of those in need
Sunday school, disciple’s creed
Mission trip comes once a year
Community abandoned, you see?
All this talk and beating chest
Of all you’ve done for those without
Your feet are clean from all the mess
Steepled walls keep the smells away
Invite them in through card and letters
Knock on doors and shake their hands
Speak to old and falling down
Maybe thanksgiving and a must for Christmas
Calender spot for all of them
Who need you more than words can say
Feeling good about yourself
Because you drove the van that day
What about morrow when the eve is over?
What about next week or two
Back into the walls of Jesus you go
Seeking shelter from the dirt and smell
Come to Jesus, come one, come all
We have everything you need
Come in from rain come in from cold
Hear the Word, the Gospel preached
Our goal to be the hands and feet
If hands can keep me touching walls
And feet can take me to the pew
Anything to keep away from you
Once a year I’ve done my time
I’ll never be the same
Returning home as tears run down
Looking forward to next year
Shout from pulpit of those in need
Sunday school, planting seeds
Mission trips come once a year
Community abandoned, you see?
About the lives and hurts outside
Holding up their walls within
And keeping strangers out
Running for the door of safety
Never taking missions out
Come to church and learn of Jesus
Four walls keeping scripture in
Feed the hungry with your two hands
Give the money with a smile
Feel as if you’ve really helped
As if you’ve been there touching smells
Preach from pulpit of those in need
Sunday school, disciple’s creed
Mission trip comes once a year
Community abandoned, you see?
All this talk and beating chest
Of all you’ve done for those without
Your feet are clean from all the mess
Steepled walls keep the smells away
Invite them in through card and letters
Knock on doors and shake their hands
Speak to old and falling down
Maybe thanksgiving and a must for Christmas
Calender spot for all of them
Who need you more than words can say
Feeling good about yourself
Because you drove the van that day
What about morrow when the eve is over?
What about next week or two
Back into the walls of Jesus you go
Seeking shelter from the dirt and smell
Come to Jesus, come one, come all
We have everything you need
Come in from rain come in from cold
Hear the Word, the Gospel preached
Our goal to be the hands and feet
If hands can keep me touching walls
And feet can take me to the pew
Anything to keep away from you
Once a year I’ve done my time
I’ll never be the same
Returning home as tears run down
Looking forward to next year
Shout from pulpit of those in need
Sunday school, planting seeds
Mission trips come once a year
Community abandoned, you see?
Friday, November 9, 2007
Poetic quotes from a 9 year old.
"Poetry to me is like the sound of music. Music is like poetry. Any way I put it, His love for me is bigger than any ocean, taller than any mountain or even wider than the extra miles I go."
- Molly Conley
"Without Him I was just drifting like a ship with a sail. Then I found Him, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I was lost but now I'm found. I was standing in darkness. Shine some light on me. S.O.S., I'm drowning in an ocean of sin. Don't fret, you may get wet but hold on, help is on its way."
- Molly Conley
"This heart can love for miles, no matter how hot or cold, but I still have miles to go"
- Molly Conley
- Molly Conley
"Without Him I was just drifting like a ship with a sail. Then I found Him, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. I was lost but now I'm found. I was standing in darkness. Shine some light on me. S.O.S., I'm drowning in an ocean of sin. Don't fret, you may get wet but hold on, help is on its way."
- Molly Conley
"This heart can love for miles, no matter how hot or cold, but I still have miles to go"
- Molly Conley
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Reach Out
All of this fussing and fighting today
Too busy to notice to busy at play
Life and time is based on you
You live it so nicely the role of fool
Time and space self-centeredness
The way you look the way you dress
Pat yourself upon your back
Lurk in shadows for prime attack
Wake up and see it’s not all about you
Stop playing games and being the fool
God is counting on you and me
To love each other, hands and feet
Get over the fighting get over you
Walk away from the mirror and into the truth
Life and time is for others in need
Desperately crying for someone to see
What do you do with the time that you have
Love one another make happy what’s sad
Reach out in love you hold the key
To hearts that are hurting and need to be free
Too busy to notice to busy at play
Life and time is based on you
You live it so nicely the role of fool
Time and space self-centeredness
The way you look the way you dress
Pat yourself upon your back
Lurk in shadows for prime attack
Wake up and see it’s not all about you
Stop playing games and being the fool
God is counting on you and me
To love each other, hands and feet
Get over the fighting get over you
Walk away from the mirror and into the truth
Life and time is for others in need
Desperately crying for someone to see
What do you do with the time that you have
Love one another make happy what’s sad
Reach out in love you hold the key
To hearts that are hurting and need to be free
Thursday, September 27, 2007
2000 Or More
From humble beginnings in which they all came
To colossal buildings in Jesus name
Built from sweat and hard earn funds
Never look back to where they’ve come from
On top of the mountain and off the road
Temporary sign leads to humble abode
From so very few to a whole lot more
Prestige and power and faith on the door
Behind closed doors they sharpen the ax
Around a table that's built for attacks
Stacks of papers of qualified people
2000 or more under one lonely steeple
Unqualified they shout then make a mad dash
Without one prayer papers go in the trash
Loosen their tie and get down to business
Only the qualified can serve as our witness
I’m welcome to come and welcome to sing
Bow to the throne and worship the King
But for jobs in the faith they come to the few
2000 or more who’ve sat in your pew
Never mind my heart and my call from God
Forget the past and where they have trod
Join the elite but no idea how
Keep me away from the old fatted cow
Pastor once held the name that doctor replaced
So what’s in a name when it’s filled with disgrace
How did you become the decider of all
2000 or more to many from small
So stand at the gate and lift the door high
Promises spoken toward faith in the sky
God keep me away for I might fall to the ground
And land in the molt that keeps humble bound
From unknown beginnings to name full of fame
Unqualified people barred from the game
No faith or promise could ever restore
The humble beginnings of 2000 or more
To colossal buildings in Jesus name
Built from sweat and hard earn funds
Never look back to where they’ve come from
On top of the mountain and off the road
Temporary sign leads to humble abode
From so very few to a whole lot more
Prestige and power and faith on the door
Behind closed doors they sharpen the ax
Around a table that's built for attacks
Stacks of papers of qualified people
2000 or more under one lonely steeple
Unqualified they shout then make a mad dash
Without one prayer papers go in the trash
Loosen their tie and get down to business
Only the qualified can serve as our witness
I’m welcome to come and welcome to sing
Bow to the throne and worship the King
But for jobs in the faith they come to the few
2000 or more who’ve sat in your pew
Never mind my heart and my call from God
Forget the past and where they have trod
Join the elite but no idea how
Keep me away from the old fatted cow
Pastor once held the name that doctor replaced
So what’s in a name when it’s filled with disgrace
How did you become the decider of all
2000 or more to many from small
So stand at the gate and lift the door high
Promises spoken toward faith in the sky
God keep me away for I might fall to the ground
And land in the molt that keeps humble bound
From unknown beginnings to name full of fame
Unqualified people barred from the game
No faith or promise could ever restore
The humble beginnings of 2000 or more
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The Nature of God
In this blog we will look at the nature of God and its meaning. First of all what do we mean or what are we referring to when we talk about the nature of God? In short God's nature means His characteristics, His attributes and His qualities. First let’s do a little word search. Characteristic means a distinguishing trait, quality, or property. Attribute means an accidental quality, although I believe that God’s attribute is by no accident. And quality means a degree of excellence. All three definitions revolve or center on quality. Look at quality again, a degree of excellence. So what is the excellence of God? Excellence means good. What is the “good” of God?
Being a children’s pastor I really want to focus on the goodness of Gods nature as if I were speaking to children. We’ve all heard growing up the little prayer, “God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food.” I could discuss many characteristics of Gods nature but as I said, this blog will focus on Gods goodness. His nature is good.
When being asked who is God, we could easily say, “I don’t know, no one really knows.” Perhaps that's how it should be but that will not suffice with children. God is totally beyond comprehension and giving some sort of explanation who He is can be very difficult. Let’s face it; there is no way we can know everything about God. So we should be up front and honest when talking to kids about what we do and what we do not know.
So how do I know that God’s nature is good? I really need look no further than His word, the Bible. From the beginning of the world God shows His goodness through His creation. In Genesis chapter one God speaks after each formation and verbally states it is good. The light was good, the dry land, and the gathering of the waters was good, the vegetation, plants yielding seed, and trees bearing fruit was good and on it goes. Each day was good. God not only created the heavens and the earth but verbally wants us to know that through His goodness good was done.
Psalm 100 is a prayer of thanksgiving. We are often thankful for the things that are good. Rarely are we thankful for the things that are bad. Most of the time we are thankful for material things. “I’m thankful for that new skateboard or playstation.” But as we grow and learn we understand that we are thankful for things that will never fade away. We are thankful for love, health, life, friends, and family and so on.
In Psalms 100:5 it says, “For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” Nothing thrills me more than to know that the nature of God is love and love is good. Also through Gods goodness is His faithfulness. It’s really hard at times to find a friend who is faithful, but God our forever friend is always faithful. And as we see in scripture His faithfulness will continue through all generations. That means that God will be faithful to me, my children, their children and on it goes, through all generations. God’s love and faithfulness is good. That’s His nature.
If love is good then nothing shows Gods love and goodness more than Jesus Christ the Son of God. God loves us so much that He sent His Son to this earth to be a sacrifice for all. Romans 5:6-8 says, “You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Because God is good, His nature is good and His love for us is good, He sent His Son. No doubt it was hard for Him to do, but that’s His nature.
While exploring the word of God, His goodness, His nature and excellence are easy to see. The nature of God, the excellence of God jumps from page to page. He gave us nothing less. Anything less is not of God. God not only demonstrated His love for us through the sacrifice of His Son but His goodness abounds around us everyday. The quality, the excellence of life, the faithfulness of it all is simply overwhelming. So what is the nature of God? Look around and see. The nature of God is good.
Being a children’s pastor I really want to focus on the goodness of Gods nature as if I were speaking to children. We’ve all heard growing up the little prayer, “God is great, God is good, let us thank Him for our food.” I could discuss many characteristics of Gods nature but as I said, this blog will focus on Gods goodness. His nature is good.
When being asked who is God, we could easily say, “I don’t know, no one really knows.” Perhaps that's how it should be but that will not suffice with children. God is totally beyond comprehension and giving some sort of explanation who He is can be very difficult. Let’s face it; there is no way we can know everything about God. So we should be up front and honest when talking to kids about what we do and what we do not know.
So how do I know that God’s nature is good? I really need look no further than His word, the Bible. From the beginning of the world God shows His goodness through His creation. In Genesis chapter one God speaks after each formation and verbally states it is good. The light was good, the dry land, and the gathering of the waters was good, the vegetation, plants yielding seed, and trees bearing fruit was good and on it goes. Each day was good. God not only created the heavens and the earth but verbally wants us to know that through His goodness good was done.
Psalm 100 is a prayer of thanksgiving. We are often thankful for the things that are good. Rarely are we thankful for the things that are bad. Most of the time we are thankful for material things. “I’m thankful for that new skateboard or playstation.” But as we grow and learn we understand that we are thankful for things that will never fade away. We are thankful for love, health, life, friends, and family and so on.
In Psalms 100:5 it says, “For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” Nothing thrills me more than to know that the nature of God is love and love is good. Also through Gods goodness is His faithfulness. It’s really hard at times to find a friend who is faithful, but God our forever friend is always faithful. And as we see in scripture His faithfulness will continue through all generations. That means that God will be faithful to me, my children, their children and on it goes, through all generations. God’s love and faithfulness is good. That’s His nature.
If love is good then nothing shows Gods love and goodness more than Jesus Christ the Son of God. God loves us so much that He sent His Son to this earth to be a sacrifice for all. Romans 5:6-8 says, “You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Because God is good, His nature is good and His love for us is good, He sent His Son. No doubt it was hard for Him to do, but that’s His nature.
While exploring the word of God, His goodness, His nature and excellence are easy to see. The nature of God, the excellence of God jumps from page to page. He gave us nothing less. Anything less is not of God. God not only demonstrated His love for us through the sacrifice of His Son but His goodness abounds around us everyday. The quality, the excellence of life, the faithfulness of it all is simply overwhelming. So what is the nature of God? Look around and see. The nature of God is good.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Life Book of Youth
What lies in wait in a young person’s soul?
To create a world so dark and so cold
Lessons from the life book of youth
Teaching lies and blindfolding truth
Searching for ways to stray from the fold
Rejecting their youth, disrespecting the old
Anger and hate spews from the tongue
Sisters and brothers grabbing a gun
Slicing and dicing blood running red
Nightmares are real, wishing for dead
Invisible parents hiding from blame
Shinny new blade to cut out the pain
Drugging it up to hide all the hurt
Running from clean, diving for dirt
Line by line, flame by flame
Six feet under is fifteen of fame
Looking for sex behind the closed door
Mouse click away to the world of hardcore
Staring at pictures and three minute clips
Worldly pleasures at finger tips
Exposing themselves in the name of cool
Young and old men wiping the drool
Looks for attention in the way they are shaped
Leads to false promises and possible rape
A cry for attention, a cry for a prayer
No one is listening or shows that they care
No use pretending or hiding from truth
Table of contents, the life book of youth
To create a world so dark and so cold
Lessons from the life book of youth
Teaching lies and blindfolding truth
Searching for ways to stray from the fold
Rejecting their youth, disrespecting the old
Anger and hate spews from the tongue
Sisters and brothers grabbing a gun
Slicing and dicing blood running red
Nightmares are real, wishing for dead
Invisible parents hiding from blame
Shinny new blade to cut out the pain
Drugging it up to hide all the hurt
Running from clean, diving for dirt
Line by line, flame by flame
Six feet under is fifteen of fame
Looking for sex behind the closed door
Mouse click away to the world of hardcore
Staring at pictures and three minute clips
Worldly pleasures at finger tips
Exposing themselves in the name of cool
Young and old men wiping the drool
Looks for attention in the way they are shaped
Leads to false promises and possible rape
A cry for attention, a cry for a prayer
No one is listening or shows that they care
No use pretending or hiding from truth
Table of contents, the life book of youth
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
May I Help You?
Where has our service gone?
Pride and integrity, where?
Concerned more about the bottom line
Or more about the bottom dollar
Answers by email and text
Or nothing at all!
Customer service flew the coop
Or the way of the dinosaur
Distance between a phone line
Brings new meaning to uncaring
Not my problem they smile
You work it out screams in silence
The days of “may I help you” are gone
Replaced with “what are you griping about now!”
Companies too big for their britches
“You need us we don’t need you!”
The days of Walt Disney are gone
Satisfaction comes from the things of the past
The complaint department is a recording
Allowing you to scream at the wall
No ones listening anymore
No one cares about the way you feel
The Disney philosophy is dead
Walt took it to the grave and no one cared!
Pride and integrity, where?
Concerned more about the bottom line
Or more about the bottom dollar
Answers by email and text
Or nothing at all!
Customer service flew the coop
Or the way of the dinosaur
Distance between a phone line
Brings new meaning to uncaring
Not my problem they smile
You work it out screams in silence
The days of “may I help you” are gone
Replaced with “what are you griping about now!”
Companies too big for their britches
“You need us we don’t need you!”
The days of Walt Disney are gone
Satisfaction comes from the things of the past
The complaint department is a recording
Allowing you to scream at the wall
No ones listening anymore
No one cares about the way you feel
The Disney philosophy is dead
Walt took it to the grave and no one cared!
Monday, September 10, 2007
The Window
Why does it all have to be so blue?
So dark, so dim, without a view
Wiping the window to make it clear
Makes it worse, makes it smear
Wondering what my eyes could see
If I could open the window and be set free
Painted shut and boarded up
Thoughts of escaping with no luck
Pain from nothing, empty pocket
Turn out the lights, power to socket
Reaching for the promised hope
Out at sea, a dot the floats
Knotted heart and bitter mind
S.O.S to human kind
Endless night the sunlight knocks
Can’t come in the windows locked
Peering out to God and man
Hoping for someone who can
Reach and bust the window pane
Escape the room, escape the rain
Why does it all have to be so blue?
So dark, so dim, so sad and true
Wiping the window to beg and see
Hoping, praying, rescue me
So dark, so dim, without a view
Wiping the window to make it clear
Makes it worse, makes it smear
Wondering what my eyes could see
If I could open the window and be set free
Painted shut and boarded up
Thoughts of escaping with no luck
Pain from nothing, empty pocket
Turn out the lights, power to socket
Reaching for the promised hope
Out at sea, a dot the floats
Knotted heart and bitter mind
S.O.S to human kind
Endless night the sunlight knocks
Can’t come in the windows locked
Peering out to God and man
Hoping for someone who can
Reach and bust the window pane
Escape the room, escape the rain
Why does it all have to be so blue?
So dark, so dim, so sad and true
Wiping the window to beg and see
Hoping, praying, rescue me
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Love Is The Cross
Love from a cut and wounded tree
Shaped in figure of a cross
Made to guide arms stretched out
Grew for purpose, human loss
Love from metal mined from ground
Shaped and molded heated glow
Made to keep arms stretched out
Dug for purpose, hammered slow
Love from hammer made by man
Shaped to swing and pounding things
Made to force arms stretched out
Forged for purpose, rhythm rings
Love from blood as trickled down
Shaped to mimic rain from sky
Made to take our sins away
Love for purpose, you and I
Shaped in figure of a cross
Made to guide arms stretched out
Grew for purpose, human loss
Love from metal mined from ground
Shaped and molded heated glow
Made to keep arms stretched out
Dug for purpose, hammered slow
Love from hammer made by man
Shaped to swing and pounding things
Made to force arms stretched out
Forged for purpose, rhythm rings
Love from blood as trickled down
Shaped to mimic rain from sky
Made to take our sins away
Love for purpose, you and I
Thursday, August 30, 2007
9 to 5
Here’s to another day
9 to 5 at work
6 to 10 at play
Time to sleep, close the lids
More time at work
Than spent with our kids
Our priorities are wrong
Neglect happens without knowing
First work, second home
Take time to make time
God, family, work
Which ladder do you climb?
Work your fingers to the bone
Slave and struggle throughout the day
Crash on the couch when you get home
We’re all mixed up
Life in reverse
Pouring out our legacy from a cup
Get it back now, get it back right
Where it should have been all along
Someday soon children take flight
9 to 5 at work
6 to 10 at play
Time to sleep, close the lids
More time at work
Than spent with our kids
Our priorities are wrong
Neglect happens without knowing
First work, second home
Take time to make time
God, family, work
Which ladder do you climb?
Work your fingers to the bone
Slave and struggle throughout the day
Crash on the couch when you get home
We’re all mixed up
Life in reverse
Pouring out our legacy from a cup
Get it back now, get it back right
Where it should have been all along
Someday soon children take flight
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Take Me Back
Take me back to the day
Back when love was young
And dresses were in bloom
Heels were in the kitchen
Or meeting you at the door
Take me back to black and white
The Rat Pack in Vegas
Martin and Lewis on the big screen
Dinner around the table
And holding hands in prayer
Take me back to the early days of color
Big band blasting on the radio
Style over aerodynamics
Bright red lipstick
Fedora on the brow
Take me back to the day
Back when love was cool
And polished wig tips
Paper in the morning
With breakfast on the table
Take me back to black and white
TV in the living room
Or gathered around the radio
A stool at the malt shop
With a cheery on top
Take me back to the early days of color
Wayne and the western
Bing at the microphone
Full service gas stations
When service meant something
Take me back to the day
Close my eyes and pretend
About a time I don’t remember
A time of beginnings
When life was black and white
And full of color
Back when love was young
And dresses were in bloom
Heels were in the kitchen
Or meeting you at the door
Take me back to black and white
The Rat Pack in Vegas
Martin and Lewis on the big screen
Dinner around the table
And holding hands in prayer
Take me back to the early days of color
Big band blasting on the radio
Style over aerodynamics
Bright red lipstick
Fedora on the brow
Take me back to the day
Back when love was cool
And polished wig tips
Paper in the morning
With breakfast on the table
Take me back to black and white
TV in the living room
Or gathered around the radio
A stool at the malt shop
With a cheery on top
Take me back to the early days of color
Wayne and the western
Bing at the microphone
Full service gas stations
When service meant something
Take me back to the day
Close my eyes and pretend
About a time I don’t remember
A time of beginnings
When life was black and white
And full of color
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Reach For Him
Troubled times
We’ve all had our share
Endless cries
In times of despair
Loosing hope
Day after day
Try to cope
But you can’t find a way
You’ve done all that you can do
And you’re searching for a friend
Don’t give up, just carry on
And reach for Him
(Chorus)
Reach for Him
Go to Him in prayer
Reach for Him
When no one else cares
At your weakest He is strong
God has been there all along
You need a friend
Just reach for Him
You wear a face
A face of pretend
Out of place
You just don’t fit in
The time is now
To call on the Lord
Just reach out
You won’t be ignored
We’ve all had our share
Endless cries
In times of despair
Loosing hope
Day after day
Try to cope
But you can’t find a way
You’ve done all that you can do
And you’re searching for a friend
Don’t give up, just carry on
And reach for Him
(Chorus)
Reach for Him
Go to Him in prayer
Reach for Him
When no one else cares
At your weakest He is strong
God has been there all along
You need a friend
Just reach for Him
You wear a face
A face of pretend
Out of place
You just don’t fit in
The time is now
To call on the Lord
Just reach out
You won’t be ignored
Friday, August 24, 2007
When I Lose My Way Home
At times I feel I’m rolling on a restless sea
Former life reminders reaching up for me
How I want to come down from this ride
If I leave it to myself I would never try
Sometimes I feel I’m walking down a one way street
Former life reminders are the things I meet
How I wish that I could turn around
If I leave it to myself reverse would not be found
(Chorus)
When I lose my way home
And the past takes me by the arm
God is there to lead me
And keep from the harm
When I lose my way home
And the path takes me down a dead end road
He is there to point me in the way I need to go
When I lose my way home
A million miles may always be my destiny
But it’s comforting to know that He is here with me
And I know that He will never let me down
I can always hear His voice and never hear a sound
Former life reminders reaching up for me
How I want to come down from this ride
If I leave it to myself I would never try
Sometimes I feel I’m walking down a one way street
Former life reminders are the things I meet
How I wish that I could turn around
If I leave it to myself reverse would not be found
(Chorus)
When I lose my way home
And the past takes me by the arm
God is there to lead me
And keep from the harm
When I lose my way home
And the path takes me down a dead end road
He is there to point me in the way I need to go
When I lose my way home
A million miles may always be my destiny
But it’s comforting to know that He is here with me
And I know that He will never let me down
I can always hear His voice and never hear a sound
Till We Meet Again
I know you’re walking with the Father
Holding His hand
Still it’s hard to think of you
Without crying again
I know that you’re in heaven
And I’ll miss you my friend
I know the day is coming
When I’ll see you again
(Chorus)
Till we meet again
I’ll hold my head up high
Till we meet again
In that by and by
It’s all part of God’s plan
That you would go before me
Watch for me my friend
Until we meet again
I can almost hear your laughter
And see your smiling face
What a joy to see the Father
He’s prepared for you a place
Holding His hand
Still it’s hard to think of you
Without crying again
I know that you’re in heaven
And I’ll miss you my friend
I know the day is coming
When I’ll see you again
(Chorus)
Till we meet again
I’ll hold my head up high
Till we meet again
In that by and by
It’s all part of God’s plan
That you would go before me
Watch for me my friend
Until we meet again
I can almost hear your laughter
And see your smiling face
What a joy to see the Father
He’s prepared for you a place
Thursday, August 23, 2007
What Have You Given To Me?
I made the stars up in the sky
Made the birds, gave them wings to fly
Made the earth, everything you need
Did it all for you, what have you given to me?
I gave you a way, made a path for you
Gave you the truth, I wouldn’t lie to you
Gave you life, all the breath you need
I am who I am, what have you given to me?
(Chorus)
I made you flesh, in the image of me
Gave you the whole to rest at your feet
But you take for granted all that I’ve done
I even gave you my Son
I gave you my Son, shed His blood for you
Gave you my Son, it was hard to do
Gave you my Son, payment through agony
I’ve given you everything, what have you given to me?
Made the birds, gave them wings to fly
Made the earth, everything you need
Did it all for you, what have you given to me?
I gave you a way, made a path for you
Gave you the truth, I wouldn’t lie to you
Gave you life, all the breath you need
I am who I am, what have you given to me?
(Chorus)
I made you flesh, in the image of me
Gave you the whole to rest at your feet
But you take for granted all that I’ve done
I even gave you my Son
I gave you my Son, shed His blood for you
Gave you my Son, it was hard to do
Gave you my Son, payment through agony
I’ve given you everything, what have you given to me?
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Give Me The Box
Simple things
Give me the simple life
Simple things
Give me a happy life
Make tomorrow
Just like today
Give me the box
And let me play
You can have the toy
Give me the box
You keep the diamonds
Give me the rocks
You take the food
I’ll take the tray
Keep my life simple
Today, everyday
You can have the shoes
I’ll wear the socks
You keep the toy
I’ll keep the box
Give me the simple life
Simple things
Give me a happy life
Make tomorrow
Just like today
Give me the box
And let me play
You can have the toy
Give me the box
You keep the diamonds
Give me the rocks
You take the food
I’ll take the tray
Keep my life simple
Today, everyday
You can have the shoes
I’ll wear the socks
You keep the toy
I’ll keep the box
Imagine
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, a crown of thorns
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, a large wooden cross
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, bleeding
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, in agony
Imagine, how You must have hurt
Only begotten Son
Crown of thorns
Pounding hammer
Pain
Imagine, how much You love Your children
Sacrificial Lamb
Your only child
That we may live
Forever
Your Son, a crown of thorns
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, a large wooden cross
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, bleeding
Imagine, how You must have felt
Your Son, in agony
Imagine, how You must have hurt
Only begotten Son
Crown of thorns
Pounding hammer
Pain
Imagine, how much You love Your children
Sacrificial Lamb
Your only child
That we may live
Forever
Who Would Do This For You?
Betrayed by a friend
With a kiss on my check
Denied by another
Three time in the street
Beaten and laughed at
Slapped in the face
Sentenced to die
By the human race
Forced into wearing
Thorns on my brow
Expected to carry
A cross through town
Nails driven deeply
In my hands and feet
My naked body
Exposed on a tree
Looking down on you
See my mother cry
Imagine your own children
Crucified
Up here for you
I have paid the price
Who would do this for you?
Jesus the Christ
With a kiss on my check
Denied by another
Three time in the street
Beaten and laughed at
Slapped in the face
Sentenced to die
By the human race
Forced into wearing
Thorns on my brow
Expected to carry
A cross through town
Nails driven deeply
In my hands and feet
My naked body
Exposed on a tree
Looking down on you
See my mother cry
Imagine your own children
Crucified
Up here for you
I have paid the price
Who would do this for you?
Jesus the Christ
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
How Bout Today
Praying hard on bended knee
Stretching out to eternity
Shielding eyes from misty rain
Looking up and out again
Dreaming of the day to be
24/7 destiny
Working for the one above
Giving all to the one you love
Hiding from the jealous pain
At the station and missed the train
Waving bye to what should have been
Hand to fist and eyes of sin
Happy for the one who has
Angry at the one who has
Running from the inner feeling
Never changing season to season
Searching for the open door
Banging loudly, bang some more
Hear me screaming to the air
Wondering if you really care
Selfishness, it keeps me warm
Burning heart in thunder storm
Trying madly to break free
From the chains that’s binding me
Praying, praying and pray again
Begging, begging, beg again
Hands are sore
Can’t bang no more
Waiting for the train to stop
Standing at the loading dock
Someday soon I hope and pray
Ticket master, how bout today?
Stretching out to eternity
Shielding eyes from misty rain
Looking up and out again
Dreaming of the day to be
24/7 destiny
Working for the one above
Giving all to the one you love
Hiding from the jealous pain
At the station and missed the train
Waving bye to what should have been
Hand to fist and eyes of sin
Happy for the one who has
Angry at the one who has
Running from the inner feeling
Never changing season to season
Searching for the open door
Banging loudly, bang some more
Hear me screaming to the air
Wondering if you really care
Selfishness, it keeps me warm
Burning heart in thunder storm
Trying madly to break free
From the chains that’s binding me
Praying, praying and pray again
Begging, begging, beg again
Hands are sore
Can’t bang no more
Waiting for the train to stop
Standing at the loading dock
Someday soon I hope and pray
Ticket master, how bout today?
My Angel
I don’t know where she’s heard it, but she says it over and over.
She’s probably hear it countless times; I just never gave it any thought.
So I look at her, just look and believe, it is, in fact, the truth.
To be in the presence of an angel, to think, I just thought she was my little girl.
Straight from heaven, a blessing from God, my very own angel.
The sound of her voice, no sweeter sound, music to my ears.
The sparkle in her eyes, they shine as if she’s seen God face to face.
Her smile, such a beautiful smile. How it fills my heart with joy.
Her touch, so smooth. The touch of silk could never compare.
She holds my heart in the palm of her hand and I will never complain.
How could I be so lucky? What did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful gift?
I have no idea.
How will I make it as a father? After all, my little girl is an angel.
God, help me to hold her little hand whenever she feels scared.
Help me to be as strong as she makes me feel.
Help me to love her with all my might and chase away the monsters.
Calm my fears and steady my heart. When I see her, I see you.
If you’re looking for a missing angel somewhere in the walls of heaven,
Please let her stay with me down here. I promise I’ll take care of her.
And I’ll always ask for your help. I’ll raise her the best that I can
and with your help, I know we’ll be just fine.
Lord, I never thought a little girl could be an angel.
I know now I was wrong, I have my very own.
2000
She’s probably hear it countless times; I just never gave it any thought.
So I look at her, just look and believe, it is, in fact, the truth.
To be in the presence of an angel, to think, I just thought she was my little girl.
Straight from heaven, a blessing from God, my very own angel.
The sound of her voice, no sweeter sound, music to my ears.
The sparkle in her eyes, they shine as if she’s seen God face to face.
Her smile, such a beautiful smile. How it fills my heart with joy.
Her touch, so smooth. The touch of silk could never compare.
She holds my heart in the palm of her hand and I will never complain.
How could I be so lucky? What did I ever do to deserve such a beautiful gift?
I have no idea.
How will I make it as a father? After all, my little girl is an angel.
God, help me to hold her little hand whenever she feels scared.
Help me to be as strong as she makes me feel.
Help me to love her with all my might and chase away the monsters.
Calm my fears and steady my heart. When I see her, I see you.
If you’re looking for a missing angel somewhere in the walls of heaven,
Please let her stay with me down here. I promise I’ll take care of her.
And I’ll always ask for your help. I’ll raise her the best that I can
and with your help, I know we’ll be just fine.
Lord, I never thought a little girl could be an angel.
I know now I was wrong, I have my very own.
2000
Monday, August 20, 2007
One Area Of The World
God looked down on one area of the world,
And smiled.
Two people crying out for love,
Reaching towards heaven,
Reaching for some belief in fulfillment.
A time when tears spoke louder than words,
From saddened eyes drifting off to dream.
How could He help but not hear?
Two hearts beating as one,
But miles apart on different roads.
Roads that had yet to join together.
The cry for love,
Heard louder than to cry of a new born.
The feeling that something was meant to be,
But the time had not yet begun.
How could He help but not hear?
Then by the light of a stage,
The light of the stars,
The chill of the cool night air,
Hearts meet,
Souls touch,
And crying eyes were dry.
Tears replaced by the misty rain.
God looked down on one area of the world,
And smiled.
And smiled.
Two people crying out for love,
Reaching towards heaven,
Reaching for some belief in fulfillment.
A time when tears spoke louder than words,
From saddened eyes drifting off to dream.
How could He help but not hear?
Two hearts beating as one,
But miles apart on different roads.
Roads that had yet to join together.
The cry for love,
Heard louder than to cry of a new born.
The feeling that something was meant to be,
But the time had not yet begun.
How could He help but not hear?
Then by the light of a stage,
The light of the stars,
The chill of the cool night air,
Hearts meet,
Souls touch,
And crying eyes were dry.
Tears replaced by the misty rain.
God looked down on one area of the world,
And smiled.
Friday, August 17, 2007
The Last Supper
This is my flesh
This is my blood
Dine of me
Sup of me
Remember me
Eat of this bread
Drink of this wine
Eat of my flesh
Drink of my blood
Remember me
Take, eat, this is my body
My blood for the remission of sins
Consume of the Son
Imbibe of the Son
Remember me
My body which is given for you
My cup, my blood which is shed for you
Accept what is given
Accept what is shed
Just remember me
This is my blood
Dine of me
Sup of me
Remember me
Eat of this bread
Drink of this wine
Eat of my flesh
Drink of my blood
Remember me
Take, eat, this is my body
My blood for the remission of sins
Consume of the Son
Imbibe of the Son
Remember me
My body which is given for you
My cup, my blood which is shed for you
Accept what is given
Accept what is shed
Just remember me
Thank You
Thank you for eternal life
And for your son Jesus Christ
I lay my burdens at your feet
And pray my soul you’ll keep
On a darkened hill called Calvary
You gave it all for all and me
Blood was shed to forgive our sins
Life given so life could begin
Thank you for this life so sweet
Thank you for the food we eat
By bread alone we cannot live
Only by the words you give
Be with me throughout my days
Fill me with the food of your ways
All the words that fill my soul
Love, knowledge and self control
Thank you for your guiding light
Thank for your love so bright
Fill me with your light of love
Raining down from up above
Lift me up and carry me
Away from sin and misery
Thank you for the love you bring
Thank you Lord for everything
And for your son Jesus Christ
I lay my burdens at your feet
And pray my soul you’ll keep
On a darkened hill called Calvary
You gave it all for all and me
Blood was shed to forgive our sins
Life given so life could begin
Thank you for this life so sweet
Thank you for the food we eat
By bread alone we cannot live
Only by the words you give
Be with me throughout my days
Fill me with the food of your ways
All the words that fill my soul
Love, knowledge and self control
Thank you for your guiding light
Thank for your love so bright
Fill me with your light of love
Raining down from up above
Lift me up and carry me
Away from sin and misery
Thank you for the love you bring
Thank you Lord for everything
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Words
If I could only describe the way I feel
Then my mind could speak for my heart
Are there words I could say,
that would mean as much?
If you could only look deep into my eyes
Or feel it when I place my hand in yours
Is there more than a look, a touch,
that could mean as much?
There’s no way my mind can speak my heart
Or the look in my eyes and touch the of my hand
None can express how I feel
But the words I love you
They mean so much
Then my mind could speak for my heart
Are there words I could say,
that would mean as much?
If you could only look deep into my eyes
Or feel it when I place my hand in yours
Is there more than a look, a touch,
that could mean as much?
There’s no way my mind can speak my heart
Or the look in my eyes and touch the of my hand
None can express how I feel
But the words I love you
They mean so much
Searching
Searching for a reason
Looking for a sign
Pride is way too stubborn
Selfishness too blind
Crying help me Jesus
Needing a cure for life
Sickened by my feelings
Unworthy of sacrifice
Down on bended knee
Looking up to You
Longing for relief
Running from the truth
Suppressing all the answers
Hiding from the blood
Thanking you sweet Jesus
For Your never ending love
Looking for a sign
Pride is way too stubborn
Selfishness too blind
Crying help me Jesus
Needing a cure for life
Sickened by my feelings
Unworthy of sacrifice
Down on bended knee
Looking up to You
Longing for relief
Running from the truth
Suppressing all the answers
Hiding from the blood
Thanking you sweet Jesus
For Your never ending love
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Cracks In The Moon
A crack in the mirror
Runs through my face
My vision getting clearer
A look of disgrace
No point in pretending
A fool without a plea
His grace never ending
Still is given to me
(chorus)
Ohh, cracks in the moon
Ohh, cracks in the moon
I'm wrapped in a blanket
Caught up in sin
Cracks in the mirror
I'm seeing again
Pointing my finger
At my scarlet stain
And wiping the mirror
But the sin still remains
(chorus)
Ohh, there's a crack in the moon
Ohh, there's a crack in the moon
A crack in the mirror
Runs through my face
My vision getting clearer
A look of disgrace
No point in pretending
I'm foolish with no plea
God's grace is never ending
And still is given to me
Runs through my face
My vision getting clearer
A look of disgrace
No point in pretending
A fool without a plea
His grace never ending
Still is given to me
(chorus)
Ohh, cracks in the moon
Ohh, cracks in the moon
I'm wrapped in a blanket
Caught up in sin
Cracks in the mirror
I'm seeing again
Pointing my finger
At my scarlet stain
And wiping the mirror
But the sin still remains
(chorus)
Ohh, there's a crack in the moon
Ohh, there's a crack in the moon
A crack in the mirror
Runs through my face
My vision getting clearer
A look of disgrace
No point in pretending
I'm foolish with no plea
God's grace is never ending
And still is given to me
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I'm Losing
I’m losing
One step forward and two steps back
I’ve robbed my offspring
Trying to stay in the game
Now I’m cornered on the checker board of life
I see no way out, any way to win
I’m calling God to be my lifesaver
Throw me the ring so I can stay afloat
The numbers are racing around in my head
Everyday, racing, poking, prodding
I’m losing
I’m a failure at being a provider
Unable to give what I do not have
I’d sell the shirt from my back
But no one would buy it
I’d give it away but no one would take it
I’m a joke
A laughing stock to my inner self
A poor excuse for a man
I slump; I hide my head in shame
The debt of the devil hovers over me
Unable to get free from this quick sand
Sinking deeper and deeper
God, please lend me your hand
I’m reaching with all of my might
I’m screaming inside
Can’t you hear me?
I’m losing
One step forward and two steps back
I’ve robbed my offspring
Trying to stay in the game
Now I’m cornered on the checker board of life
I see no way out, any way to win
I’m calling God to be my lifesaver
Throw me the ring so I can stay afloat
The numbers are racing around in my head
Everyday, racing, poking, prodding
I’m losing
I’m a failure at being a provider
Unable to give what I do not have
I’d sell the shirt from my back
But no one would buy it
I’d give it away but no one would take it
I’m a joke
A laughing stock to my inner self
A poor excuse for a man
I slump; I hide my head in shame
The debt of the devil hovers over me
Unable to get free from this quick sand
Sinking deeper and deeper
God, please lend me your hand
I’m reaching with all of my might
I’m screaming inside
Can’t you hear me?
I’m losing
Pleasures
Granted, for granted the sound of your voice
Blends well with your sweet perfume
Sound and fragrance fills the air
Pleasures to my senses
Soft, silky smooth bronzed skin
Blends well with your radiant brown hair
Mollifying and lustrous to my touch
Pleasures to my senses
Beauty, seductive to the tasteful eye
Blends well with your brilliant smile
Elegance, elegance fills my sight
Pleasures, pleasing to my senses
Blends well with your sweet perfume
Sound and fragrance fills the air
Pleasures to my senses
Soft, silky smooth bronzed skin
Blends well with your radiant brown hair
Mollifying and lustrous to my touch
Pleasures to my senses
Beauty, seductive to the tasteful eye
Blends well with your brilliant smile
Elegance, elegance fills my sight
Pleasures, pleasing to my senses
Monday, August 13, 2007
Who Will Tell Her About Jesus?
She sits in a darkened room
Holding tight to a tattered teddy bear
Tears falling down her rosy checks
She closes her eyes tightly
What has she done wrong?
Is it her fault that mommy and daddy fight?
She’s not old enough to ask questions
She assumes the worst
It must be me!
Daddy’s never home
Mommy’s always sleeping
And she fills alone
She tries to pretend she’s someone else
Maybe a playmate at school
Better yet, a princess in a magic castle
A land where no one fights or ever leaves
But blaring screams of anger
Overpower her imagination
The tears began once more
She gives her love unconditionally
She’s just a fragile little girl
But what kind of love will be offered?
What kind of love will be shown?
She longs for someone to show her
One who will always be there
Someone to take her away
Away to that magic castle
Where no one fights or ever leaves
Someone like Jesus
He will never leave her
Nor forsake her
But who will tell her?
Who will tell her about Jesus?
Holding tight to a tattered teddy bear
Tears falling down her rosy checks
She closes her eyes tightly
What has she done wrong?
Is it her fault that mommy and daddy fight?
She’s not old enough to ask questions
She assumes the worst
It must be me!
Daddy’s never home
Mommy’s always sleeping
And she fills alone
She tries to pretend she’s someone else
Maybe a playmate at school
Better yet, a princess in a magic castle
A land where no one fights or ever leaves
But blaring screams of anger
Overpower her imagination
The tears began once more
She gives her love unconditionally
She’s just a fragile little girl
But what kind of love will be offered?
What kind of love will be shown?
She longs for someone to show her
One who will always be there
Someone to take her away
Away to that magic castle
Where no one fights or ever leaves
Someone like Jesus
He will never leave her
Nor forsake her
But who will tell her?
Who will tell her about Jesus?
I Want To Be Like
I want to be like you my Father
To be a reflection of your humanity
Like a child with unanswered questions
Teach me Your wisdom my Father
I read the letter You wrote my Father
Searching for Your guidance in every line
Praying You will lead me in Your direction
And embrace me in loving arms my Father
I receive Your blessings daily my Father
Forgive me of my haste and blind eyes
Teach me to slow my step and restore my sight
And hold my shaking hand my Father
I can never be like you my Father
I will always fall short of Your glory
Struggling to walk in Your footsteps
I’ve fallen, please carry me my Father
To be a reflection of your humanity
Like a child with unanswered questions
Teach me Your wisdom my Father
I read the letter You wrote my Father
Searching for Your guidance in every line
Praying You will lead me in Your direction
And embrace me in loving arms my Father
I receive Your blessings daily my Father
Forgive me of my haste and blind eyes
Teach me to slow my step and restore my sight
And hold my shaking hand my Father
I can never be like you my Father
I will always fall short of Your glory
Struggling to walk in Your footsteps
I’ve fallen, please carry me my Father
Friday, August 10, 2007
I Labor In Dung And Dirt
My creative juices have become stagnant
I labor in muck and mud
Struggling, fighting to stay afloat
I’m waiting for my ship to come in
To pull me away to safety
Someone please change the bulb
The lighthouse grows ever so dim
I feel as if I can’t breath
This sludge weighs heavy on my chest
The labor intensifies and I am tense
In pursuit of nothing but boredom
A choice I make but regret making
There’s no turning back
I think my ship passed me by
I go under
The thickness of labor is too strong
I grow weaker and weaker
I can’t survive without moving
This metal roof holds the heat
Beams above me, concrete below me
Mired in paper and computer screens
I scream!
There’s got to be something better
Fresh flowing water, water, water
My mind is drifting
I can’t stay focused anymore
I’ve lost my hair and my dreams
My creative juices have become motionless
I labor in dung and dirt
Struggling, fighting
I labor in muck and mud
Struggling, fighting to stay afloat
I’m waiting for my ship to come in
To pull me away to safety
Someone please change the bulb
The lighthouse grows ever so dim
I feel as if I can’t breath
This sludge weighs heavy on my chest
The labor intensifies and I am tense
In pursuit of nothing but boredom
A choice I make but regret making
There’s no turning back
I think my ship passed me by
I go under
The thickness of labor is too strong
I grow weaker and weaker
I can’t survive without moving
This metal roof holds the heat
Beams above me, concrete below me
Mired in paper and computer screens
I scream!
There’s got to be something better
Fresh flowing water, water, water
My mind is drifting
I can’t stay focused anymore
I’ve lost my hair and my dreams
My creative juices have become motionless
I labor in dung and dirt
Struggling, fighting
Just For You
I know they’re only words
And words are all I have
But it’s something you can believe
No lies, just the truth, just for you
I’ve made a commitment
That will never be broken
And it’s something you can believe
Before God, to no one else, just for you
If I should die tomorrow
And never take another breath
This is something you can forever believe
It was love, so much love, just for you
And words are all I have
But it’s something you can believe
No lies, just the truth, just for you
I’ve made a commitment
That will never be broken
And it’s something you can believe
Before God, to no one else, just for you
If I should die tomorrow
And never take another breath
This is something you can forever believe
It was love, so much love, just for you
Thursday, August 9, 2007
And The Wind Blows
It’s raining outside, dark and depressing
I’m looking out my stained glass window
I see the dampened world that I live in
And the wind blows
I witness a brilliant flash of light
I hear the thriving thunderous roll
I’m shielded and warm on the inside
While the wind blows
April showers bring springtime flowers
Budding with new growth
God’s water tin or clouded tears
And still, the wind blows
New life likely from a seed
Kind of a birth I suppose
Offspring of Mother Nature
Grips tightly as the wind blows
It’s raining outside as the unborn are unborn
Is it rain drops or tear drops?
Where’s the thunder of another heart beating?
Did the wind stop? Yes, the wind stopped
I’m looking out my stained glass window
I see the dampened world that I live in
And the wind blows
I witness a brilliant flash of light
I hear the thriving thunderous roll
I’m shielded and warm on the inside
While the wind blows
April showers bring springtime flowers
Budding with new growth
God’s water tin or clouded tears
And still, the wind blows
New life likely from a seed
Kind of a birth I suppose
Offspring of Mother Nature
Grips tightly as the wind blows
It’s raining outside as the unborn are unborn
Is it rain drops or tear drops?
Where’s the thunder of another heart beating?
Did the wind stop? Yes, the wind stopped
Babbling Little Babies
My haven’t we become the selfish one
A bunch of babbling little babies
If I can’t have it then why should you
Mines never good enough compared to yours
More, more, more give me all you got
Sorry but I’ve none to share
Nip and tuck, where has my youth gone?
My wallets not fat enough
Let me look just one more time
I must see what you see and more
I’m tired but I must keep going
My family needs my time but I have none
Big man in a little world
God help us act our age
A bunch of babbling little babies
If I can’t have it then why should you
Mines never good enough compared to yours
More, more, more give me all you got
Sorry but I’ve none to share
Nip and tuck, where has my youth gone?
My wallets not fat enough
Let me look just one more time
I must see what you see and more
I’m tired but I must keep going
My family needs my time but I have none
Big man in a little world
God help us act our age
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Forgiveness Is Here
His body aches
Unable to move His hands and feet
The world resting on nails
Nails the world drove into flesh
Smiling faces
Pain from our pleasure
His mother cried
Friends deserted
Thirsty
He refused
Gambled for a souvenir
Looking down in sadness
Muscles give way
Pain is unbearable
Father, take me, it is finished
A king on a cross
Carrier of sins
Sacrificial lamb
An offering of life
Greatest example of love
He died for you
Still here, still alive
Put down your hammer and nails
Forgiveness is here
Unable to move His hands and feet
The world resting on nails
Nails the world drove into flesh
Smiling faces
Pain from our pleasure
His mother cried
Friends deserted
Thirsty
He refused
Gambled for a souvenir
Looking down in sadness
Muscles give way
Pain is unbearable
Father, take me, it is finished
A king on a cross
Carrier of sins
Sacrificial lamb
An offering of life
Greatest example of love
He died for you
Still here, still alive
Put down your hammer and nails
Forgiveness is here
Uneducated Junk
Pick me a part limb by limb
Throw your hatred in my face
Show your childhood
Hide behind your manhood
I'm unable to see you, but that's ok
I can tell what you look like
Pretty as a picture?
I don't think so!
I can't spell; my grammar’s not so good
That makes you better than me?
Can I touch you?
Maybe some of that Mr. Know-it-all will rub off
Never mind
I'd rather be me
And write my uneducated junk
So we little people can have something to read
Throw your hatred in my face
Show your childhood
Hide behind your manhood
I'm unable to see you, but that's ok
I can tell what you look like
Pretty as a picture?
I don't think so!
I can't spell; my grammar’s not so good
That makes you better than me?
Can I touch you?
Maybe some of that Mr. Know-it-all will rub off
Never mind
I'd rather be me
And write my uneducated junk
So we little people can have something to read
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Dust
I am but a speck of dust
But I’m here
I didn’t choose to be
But I’m glad to be
Many have come before me
And many will come after
But as for me
I’m here at the moment
Many will never arrive
Many will never have the fate as I
To exist and expire
Laugh and cry
Small things taken for granted
An infant’s mortality assumed
It’s woeful to some
Oblivion to others
I can’t imagine not being here
Can you? Or can you?
Pro life, pro choice
No life, no choice
I am but a speck of dust
A living breathing speck
I didn’t choose to be
But I’m glad some chose for me
But I’m here
I didn’t choose to be
But I’m glad to be
Many have come before me
And many will come after
But as for me
I’m here at the moment
Many will never arrive
Many will never have the fate as I
To exist and expire
Laugh and cry
Small things taken for granted
An infant’s mortality assumed
It’s woeful to some
Oblivion to others
I can’t imagine not being here
Can you? Or can you?
Pro life, pro choice
No life, no choice
I am but a speck of dust
A living breathing speck
I didn’t choose to be
But I’m glad some chose for me
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Just Around The Corner
The summer sun baking down on the earth
It’s not long until another fall takes over
Colored leaves float to meet the ground
The winter snow is just around the corner
Do we take the changing seasons for granted?
Just as carelessly do we take another day dawning?
Do we think of our Lord and savior the same?
Knowing He is with us every step of the way
Spring time, spring time, wake up new life
New life, do we take life for granted?
Do we gaze upon our brother and sister?
Pray, pray daily for them, have they repented?
Ethical decline, do we have morals anymore?
Did the departed take the beliefs to the grave?
My God, my God how we need you now
Don’t let our children grow up a slave to the decay
The Son looks tearfully upon creation, the earth
It’s not long before this season is over
We will be called up to meet the Father
Perhaps it’s just round the corner.
It’s not long until another fall takes over
Colored leaves float to meet the ground
The winter snow is just around the corner
Do we take the changing seasons for granted?
Just as carelessly do we take another day dawning?
Do we think of our Lord and savior the same?
Knowing He is with us every step of the way
Spring time, spring time, wake up new life
New life, do we take life for granted?
Do we gaze upon our brother and sister?
Pray, pray daily for them, have they repented?
Ethical decline, do we have morals anymore?
Did the departed take the beliefs to the grave?
My God, my God how we need you now
Don’t let our children grow up a slave to the decay
The Son looks tearfully upon creation, the earth
It’s not long before this season is over
We will be called up to meet the Father
Perhaps it’s just round the corner.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Why Be A Fool?
Why be a fool,
chained like a prisoner?
The things that you do,
are the things of this world.
A fool makes today,
a mirror for tomorrow.
The reflections that you view,
are the things that will not last.
Why be an idiot?
Dumb to the truth!
The things that make you ignorant,
are the things of this world.
An idiot does nothing today,
and tomorrow, and tomorrow and the next day.
All what comes your way,
are things that don’t matter.
Why be a fool?
Brake the chains!
The things that you could do,
are the things that could change the world.
A wise and godly man lives today,
as if there were no tomorrow.
The images that come his way,
are treasures stored in Heaven.
chained like a prisoner?
The things that you do,
are the things of this world.
A fool makes today,
a mirror for tomorrow.
The reflections that you view,
are the things that will not last.
Why be an idiot?
Dumb to the truth!
The things that make you ignorant,
are the things of this world.
An idiot does nothing today,
and tomorrow, and tomorrow and the next day.
All what comes your way,
are things that don’t matter.
Why be a fool?
Brake the chains!
The things that you could do,
are the things that could change the world.
A wise and godly man lives today,
as if there were no tomorrow.
The images that come his way,
are treasures stored in Heaven.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
My Child
You’re so saturated with life’s explosive energy
The race for maturity has begun and you’re in the lead
My day of grind and drudgery never proceeds at the pace desired
Your bright smile makes a frigid day warm and slow day end
Give me that bear hug and squeeze me tight
I’ll not let go until your affectionate kiss follows
Allow my arms to hold you just a few seconds more
Moments like this don’t last, tomorrow steals today
“Daddy, want to play with me?” Sweet words indeed
Choo-choo trains and building blocks await me
Farm tractors and speedy fire trucks trumpet my name
There’s work to be done in the land of make-believe
Dreamer of dreams that only your eyes behold
Unrestrained imagination that I can no longer comprehend
Questions of why and what encircle my constricted intellect
Occasionally questions remain unanswered and just because satisfies
“Daddy, want to read to me?” More sweet words
We lye on the bed and I expose the pages of a fairy tale
That ol’ dependable Cat in the Hat came back
He opened my mind and now he visits you
The promise of night comes way to rapid
I’m somewhat saddened to see the sun drift to sleep
I know your energy will soon return tomorrow
And I thank the Lord for the challenge ahead of me
“Time for bed little one and say your prayer”
Dreams are ready and waiting to take my place
“Nite-nite daddy, I love you,” your sleepy voice whispers
“I love you too, my child, I love you too”
The race for maturity has begun and you’re in the lead
My day of grind and drudgery never proceeds at the pace desired
Your bright smile makes a frigid day warm and slow day end
Give me that bear hug and squeeze me tight
I’ll not let go until your affectionate kiss follows
Allow my arms to hold you just a few seconds more
Moments like this don’t last, tomorrow steals today
“Daddy, want to play with me?” Sweet words indeed
Choo-choo trains and building blocks await me
Farm tractors and speedy fire trucks trumpet my name
There’s work to be done in the land of make-believe
Dreamer of dreams that only your eyes behold
Unrestrained imagination that I can no longer comprehend
Questions of why and what encircle my constricted intellect
Occasionally questions remain unanswered and just because satisfies
“Daddy, want to read to me?” More sweet words
We lye on the bed and I expose the pages of a fairy tale
That ol’ dependable Cat in the Hat came back
He opened my mind and now he visits you
The promise of night comes way to rapid
I’m somewhat saddened to see the sun drift to sleep
I know your energy will soon return tomorrow
And I thank the Lord for the challenge ahead of me
“Time for bed little one and say your prayer”
Dreams are ready and waiting to take my place
“Nite-nite daddy, I love you,” your sleepy voice whispers
“I love you too, my child, I love you too”
Monday, July 16, 2007
And She Cries
And she cries as the tears fall in her hands
She cries and cries, this was not like she had planned
As the world comes crashing down with no defense
Wishing mind machines can’t mend a broken fence
So she cries, oh she cries
Stories from the fairy tale aren’t true
But the memories will stand without the news
Life is not a silly game to win or lose
She took the wrong direction when she had to choose
Pounding hands are steady at her door
Curled up like a baby on the floor
She can’t fight the battle’s battle anymore
The pain’s not worth what she’s fighting for
(Chorus)
And she cries but the tears don’t help the pain
She cries and cries, but the feelings still remain
As the world comes crashing down full of regrets
Wishing wells don’t have a guarantee as of yet
So she cries, oh she cries
And she cries as the tears fall in her hands
She cries and cries, this was not the masters plan
As the world comes crashing down with no defense
Wishing mind machines can’t mend a broken fence
But Jesus can, yes Jesus can and she cries
She cries and cries, this was not like she had planned
As the world comes crashing down with no defense
Wishing mind machines can’t mend a broken fence
So she cries, oh she cries
Stories from the fairy tale aren’t true
But the memories will stand without the news
Life is not a silly game to win or lose
She took the wrong direction when she had to choose
Pounding hands are steady at her door
Curled up like a baby on the floor
She can’t fight the battle’s battle anymore
The pain’s not worth what she’s fighting for
(Chorus)
And she cries but the tears don’t help the pain
She cries and cries, but the feelings still remain
As the world comes crashing down full of regrets
Wishing wells don’t have a guarantee as of yet
So she cries, oh she cries
And she cries as the tears fall in her hands
She cries and cries, this was not the masters plan
As the world comes crashing down with no defense
Wishing mind machines can’t mend a broken fence
But Jesus can, yes Jesus can and she cries
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Should I?
Should I scream at the world or hold it all in?
Walk around town with a fake silly grin
Play musical chairs with only myself
Talk to the mirror and no one else
Should I cry out to God and ask Him why?
Everyone’s blessed with permission to fly
I’m in the valley, struggling it seems
While everyone else is living their dreams
Should I camp at Your door and constantly pray?
Pound on the glass day after day
Blessings like rivers seem damned by your hand
And I’m told to wait as it’s part of your plan
Should I seek some advice from others I know?
And try not to let all this jealousy show
Rivers and rain drops they all work together
I guess there’s no truth in never say never
Should I run through the hills till my body gives out?
Curse at the wind and expose all my doubt
Why is the reason so secret and locked
Why is my boat never loosed from the dock
Should I wave at the sea till my ship comes in?
My hand in the air and the sun on my skin
How long should I wait, how long should I pine
My love never comes, my light never shines
Should I…?
Walk around town with a fake silly grin
Play musical chairs with only myself
Talk to the mirror and no one else
Should I cry out to God and ask Him why?
Everyone’s blessed with permission to fly
I’m in the valley, struggling it seems
While everyone else is living their dreams
Should I camp at Your door and constantly pray?
Pound on the glass day after day
Blessings like rivers seem damned by your hand
And I’m told to wait as it’s part of your plan
Should I seek some advice from others I know?
And try not to let all this jealousy show
Rivers and rain drops they all work together
I guess there’s no truth in never say never
Should I run through the hills till my body gives out?
Curse at the wind and expose all my doubt
Why is the reason so secret and locked
Why is my boat never loosed from the dock
Should I wave at the sea till my ship comes in?
My hand in the air and the sun on my skin
How long should I wait, how long should I pine
My love never comes, my light never shines
Should I…?
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Cords
Cords of bitterness, cords of pain
Bind the heart, restricting flow
Tied in knots, bound in sin
Dam the rivers flow within
Cords of loneliness, cords of fright
Attach to self and self control
Joined in bundle, lost in sin
Wondering where your life begins
Cords of hate, cords of spite
Unite with demons, inner soul
Wrapped in thread, chasing sin
Looking forward and back again
Cords of hurt, cords of cheat
Fasten deeply, crushing blow
Banded together, embracing sin
Never loosing, never win
Cords of past, cords of late
Meshed together, long ago
Free from darkness, free from sin
Never to be who I was again
This poem was inspired after I listened to the song "I'm not who I was" by Brandon Heath, and also watching the video that is posted on his myspace.
Bind the heart, restricting flow
Tied in knots, bound in sin
Dam the rivers flow within
Cords of loneliness, cords of fright
Attach to self and self control
Joined in bundle, lost in sin
Wondering where your life begins
Cords of hate, cords of spite
Unite with demons, inner soul
Wrapped in thread, chasing sin
Looking forward and back again
Cords of hurt, cords of cheat
Fasten deeply, crushing blow
Banded together, embracing sin
Never loosing, never win
Cords of past, cords of late
Meshed together, long ago
Free from darkness, free from sin
Never to be who I was again
This poem was inspired after I listened to the song "I'm not who I was" by Brandon Heath, and also watching the video that is posted on his myspace.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Plastic Faces
Tattered traces, webbing spun
Crying heart to sinners gun
Laughing, talking, drink in hand
Cursing, seething, spoiled plan
Running races, finish line
Crying heart to inner crime
Living, breathing, seize the day
Weekend, heyday, time to play
Plastic faces, tattooed smile
Crying heart to endless mile
Chocking, wheezing, swallow hard
Spitting, puking, body scarred
Quite places, quite shouts
Crying heart to crying out
Sobbing, reaching, tangled web
Tired, mangled on drifting ebb
Pleading cases, looking up
Crying heart to mended cup
Surrender, loosing, giving in
Forgiveness, freedom, life begins
Crying heart to sinners gun
Laughing, talking, drink in hand
Cursing, seething, spoiled plan
Running races, finish line
Crying heart to inner crime
Living, breathing, seize the day
Weekend, heyday, time to play
Plastic faces, tattooed smile
Crying heart to endless mile
Chocking, wheezing, swallow hard
Spitting, puking, body scarred
Quite places, quite shouts
Crying heart to crying out
Sobbing, reaching, tangled web
Tired, mangled on drifting ebb
Pleading cases, looking up
Crying heart to mended cup
Surrender, loosing, giving in
Forgiveness, freedom, life begins
Friday, May 18, 2007
Majesty, Kings and Grace
We search for majesty, kings and grace
Pining for dignity behind necktie and lace
Prim and proper in gardens grown
Fields of dirt from nothing sown
Wounded hearts and paper cuts
Starving children in garbage dumps
We search for answers, seek the truth
Living waters, fountains of youth
God becomes second, world becomes first
One becomes treasured the other gets cursed
Money for pleasure, money for pain
Some for the debt the other for gain
Turn from the ravage we see on the screen
Awake from the nightmare call it a dream
Flee from the battle field, flee from the home
Run from commitment and all they have known
Dance without dignity, sway without shame
Give reason for sin and give sin a name
Bathe in the waste, wash with the dung
Believe that it’s heaven, lie with the tongue
Seek for false majesty, kingdom and grace
Pine for the fake and live for the chase
Plant your own garden, eat of what grows
Live for the moment, reap what you sow
Pining for dignity behind necktie and lace
Prim and proper in gardens grown
Fields of dirt from nothing sown
Wounded hearts and paper cuts
Starving children in garbage dumps
We search for answers, seek the truth
Living waters, fountains of youth
God becomes second, world becomes first
One becomes treasured the other gets cursed
Money for pleasure, money for pain
Some for the debt the other for gain
Turn from the ravage we see on the screen
Awake from the nightmare call it a dream
Flee from the battle field, flee from the home
Run from commitment and all they have known
Dance without dignity, sway without shame
Give reason for sin and give sin a name
Bathe in the waste, wash with the dung
Believe that it’s heaven, lie with the tongue
Seek for false majesty, kingdom and grace
Pine for the fake and live for the chase
Plant your own garden, eat of what grows
Live for the moment, reap what you sow
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Behind Mirrored Glass
Piercing light from up above
Shining down to pierce the soul
Hearts lay out on the cutting room floor
Behind mirrored glass for all to see
Judging, judging, judging gavel down
Stones thrown at the hand that feeds you
Hold the man under the scope
Evil eyes looking deep within
God’s earthly voice is slapped around
Pointy fingers all up in face
God’s anointed bare, on trial
Numbers, words looked over with fake smile
Accountability screams the mad man!
Bare yourself for all to see
Drooling lips and gnashing teeth
From their chairs with feet in concrete
Judging, judging, judging gavel down
Red circles dawn the page
Man of cloth be broken down
The sheep attack the shepherd
Evil in the hearts of man
Deep within and guarded tight
Let us see what you have done
All of you and none of me
Accountability screams the mad man!
Trust was never their forte
Deeper issues lie among them
There, there is the hypocrisy!
Man of God is beaten down
Vision drowns in lake of vain
Carry on; carry on your beaten brow
They line up one by one to tear you down
(I'll give you a nickel if you can figure it out :o)
Shining down to pierce the soul
Hearts lay out on the cutting room floor
Behind mirrored glass for all to see
Judging, judging, judging gavel down
Stones thrown at the hand that feeds you
Hold the man under the scope
Evil eyes looking deep within
God’s earthly voice is slapped around
Pointy fingers all up in face
God’s anointed bare, on trial
Numbers, words looked over with fake smile
Accountability screams the mad man!
Bare yourself for all to see
Drooling lips and gnashing teeth
From their chairs with feet in concrete
Judging, judging, judging gavel down
Red circles dawn the page
Man of cloth be broken down
The sheep attack the shepherd
Evil in the hearts of man
Deep within and guarded tight
Let us see what you have done
All of you and none of me
Accountability screams the mad man!
Trust was never their forte
Deeper issues lie among them
There, there is the hypocrisy!
Man of God is beaten down
Vision drowns in lake of vain
Carry on; carry on your beaten brow
They line up one by one to tear you down
(I'll give you a nickel if you can figure it out :o)
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Someday Stand
Stand on the roof and shout
Poor and hungry crying out
Walk out a thousand miles
To see one dying child smile
Jesus Christ really loves them so
Turn your selfish face
Away from mirrors to Gods saving grace
God can use them all to change the world
Together stand hand in hand
Show God’s love throughout the land
How He did it in the name of love
Help the ones with blindness see
A better place waits for you and me
Special praises to my Lord and King
Hold my hands up high and be
Closer to the One who died for me
For the One I so adore
Be His feet and hands
For the needy all across the land
No more poor and hungry crying out
Walk together for a thousand miles
To see healthy children smile
Poor and hungry crying out
Walk out a thousand miles
To see one dying child smile
Jesus Christ really loves them so
Turn your selfish face
Away from mirrors to Gods saving grace
God can use them all to change the world
Together stand hand in hand
Show God’s love throughout the land
How He did it in the name of love
Help the ones with blindness see
A better place waits for you and me
Special praises to my Lord and King
Hold my hands up high and be
Closer to the One who died for me
For the One I so adore
Be His feet and hands
For the needy all across the land
No more poor and hungry crying out
Walk together for a thousand miles
To see healthy children smile
Monday, April 23, 2007
The Monkey
There once was an island of people who walked around with monkeys on their backs. They would go about their day bent over from the weight of the monkey and the burden they would carry. They would look at one another and judge each other by the size of their monkey. The people with smaller monkeys would feel sorry for the ones with bigger monkeys. The people with bigger monkeys would feel sorry for themselves and walk around moaning, “Look how big my monkey is, look how big my monkey is, oh, the load I carry.”
Thursday, April 19, 2007
John 8:36
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Leader of Land
Multicolored harmonies
Waves surrender to the shore
Sand and shell feet explore
Flowers dance to morning bloom
Rolling hills bares time command
Tree limbs sway to nature’s band
Carried forth the cool of rain
Clouds of gray let loose of storm
Sky of blue begins to morn
Around the globe which turns on cue
Mysterious outstretch of the hands
Conductor of life and leader of land
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
New Day's Song
Sky and earth of blue in early morning light
Winter births Spring warm breezes from cold
Birds of cheer sing praises and wings take flight
Life is being born again young takes place of old
Shadows leap in dance as they push away of fog
Sun chases cold and wet and dark to the other mile
Awake and live in life unchained know that He is God
Wipe away the sleep that binds brand it with a smile
Soon the morning, mid and eve will find its resting place
Day will turn to night again as the cycle fights to carry on
Prayers from children young and old cry for morning's race
Birds dream the notes on staff to give to new day's song
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