Rivers and rainbows
Beginnings and ends
Thrashing at the enemy
Dinner with friends
Painful and healing
Searching and lost
Fakeness of heart
Counting the cost
Prison and freedom
Heaven and hell
Some never turn
Some never will
Good and evil
Rich and poor
Picking up pieces
Pounding the floor
Memories and vision
Life and then death
Tomorrow is yesterday
First and last breath
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Missed Opportunity
Thinking of tomorrow’s be
When life and limb return to ground
Will my future remember me,
Have I let my future down?
Looking back at wasted spaces
Better times, missed opportunity
Empty hearts bore empty places
Fade the tracks of legacy
Eyes well up as the future slows
Growing up retracts his fame
Looking back at the picture show
Frame by frame by frame
Wondering how the morrows be
When life and soul are heaven bound
Will son’s and daughters remember me,
Have I let my future down?
When life and limb return to ground
Will my future remember me,
Have I let my future down?
Looking back at wasted spaces
Better times, missed opportunity
Empty hearts bore empty places
Fade the tracks of legacy
Eyes well up as the future slows
Growing up retracts his fame
Looking back at the picture show
Frame by frame by frame
Wondering how the morrows be
When life and soul are heaven bound
Will son’s and daughters remember me,
Have I let my future down?
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
God In A Box
In a box, in a box.
I have it all right here in a box.
Its got four walls, a bottom, a top
Its even got a latch and a nice fancy lock
Nice box there my friend
May I look, can I see what resides within?
Is it big? Is it small?
Can you put it on a table?
Can you hang it on a wall?
No you may not! You will let him out.
He will fly through the air and wander about.
I keep him here where he’s safe and sound.
If we open the box he will never be found.
What? Just what do you have in the box?
He must be rare if he’s contained with a lock.
Is He full of color? Is he bright? Can he speak?
He’s really quiet. Is he awake or asleep?
He’s awake can’t you hear him pounding the sides?.
“Let me out, let me out” he says but I can not comply.
He needs to have limits, walls you see.
He might do way too much if I set him free.
I hear nothing in there. Are you telling the truth or lies.
I’d like to take a peek with my very own eyes.
Don’t be stingy, free the lock with the key.
Open the lid to the box and show it to me.
I’m telling the truth you will know that for certain.
I have God in this box. The creator in carton.
He must stay in here and do as I desire.
If I let God from the box more of me might be required.
God? You have God in a box?
You have nothing right there in your box.
You can never contain God with four walls, a bottom, a top
Not even a latch and a nice fancy lock.
What? How dare you say.
You can’t talk about my God that way.
In the box He has limits I keep them small like me.
Outside the box I’m afraid I can’t control what I can not see.
The pounding you hear the plea of release.
That is your heart crying out, begging to be free.
God can do great things if you open the box.
Knock down the walls, the bottom, the top.
God sent his son to die on a cross, for you, for me.
So that all lids can be opened and all can go free.
Set the box down, you need it no more.
When you open the lid, you’ve opened the door.
I have it all right here in a box.
Its got four walls, a bottom, a top
Its even got a latch and a nice fancy lock
Nice box there my friend
May I look, can I see what resides within?
Is it big? Is it small?
Can you put it on a table?
Can you hang it on a wall?
No you may not! You will let him out.
He will fly through the air and wander about.
I keep him here where he’s safe and sound.
If we open the box he will never be found.
What? Just what do you have in the box?
He must be rare if he’s contained with a lock.
Is He full of color? Is he bright? Can he speak?
He’s really quiet. Is he awake or asleep?
He’s awake can’t you hear him pounding the sides?.
“Let me out, let me out” he says but I can not comply.
He needs to have limits, walls you see.
He might do way too much if I set him free.
I hear nothing in there. Are you telling the truth or lies.
I’d like to take a peek with my very own eyes.
Don’t be stingy, free the lock with the key.
Open the lid to the box and show it to me.
I’m telling the truth you will know that for certain.
I have God in this box. The creator in carton.
He must stay in here and do as I desire.
If I let God from the box more of me might be required.
God? You have God in a box?
You have nothing right there in your box.
You can never contain God with four walls, a bottom, a top
Not even a latch and a nice fancy lock.
What? How dare you say.
You can’t talk about my God that way.
In the box He has limits I keep them small like me.
Outside the box I’m afraid I can’t control what I can not see.
The pounding you hear the plea of release.
That is your heart crying out, begging to be free.
God can do great things if you open the box.
Knock down the walls, the bottom, the top.
God sent his son to die on a cross, for you, for me.
So that all lids can be opened and all can go free.
Set the box down, you need it no more.
When you open the lid, you’ve opened the door.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Foul Smell Of Words
Random words born of the heart
Spew like fire from lips and tongue
Said with smile and twinkling eye
Leak the foul smell of words
So this is the language of maturity?
This is the heart of His child?
Comedy takes a back seat
With the foul smell of words
Hypocrisy takes the stage
And bares its evil tongue
Acting out you live the part
Embracing the foul smell of words
Disappointment fills the air
Friends look away in pain
Turn it off screams the child
Remembering the foul smell of words
Is this the one we know?
Who speaks of love and life?
Cursing lips sup communion cup
And wash over the foul smell of words
Four letters fill the mouth
What actually fills your heart?
Mirrored out for all to see
Your love for the foul smell of words
Spew like fire from lips and tongue
Said with smile and twinkling eye
Leak the foul smell of words
So this is the language of maturity?
This is the heart of His child?
Comedy takes a back seat
With the foul smell of words
Hypocrisy takes the stage
And bares its evil tongue
Acting out you live the part
Embracing the foul smell of words
Disappointment fills the air
Friends look away in pain
Turn it off screams the child
Remembering the foul smell of words
Is this the one we know?
Who speaks of love and life?
Cursing lips sup communion cup
And wash over the foul smell of words
Four letters fill the mouth
What actually fills your heart?
Mirrored out for all to see
Your love for the foul smell of words
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
More poetic quotes from a 9 year old.
“It’s not the end but the start of something new. All is clean, pure and full of praise to give to God. Merciful and wonder He is and I will praise Him forever more.”
“Life is to everlasting because my heart beats of gold and my feet walk with courage. My hand writes with silver as though I am a queen in a large kingdom. I eat from a plate that is real gold. I am treated like royalty.”
“Today I write with courage and faith knowing God will lead me through the day without doubt. I trust Him to protect me. He will.”
“Life is to everlasting because my heart beats of gold and my feet walk with courage. My hand writes with silver as though I am a queen in a large kingdom. I eat from a plate that is real gold. I am treated like royalty.”
“Today I write with courage and faith knowing God will lead me through the day without doubt. I trust Him to protect me. He will.”
Love To The Day
Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing the time within twenty-four
Living as though neither appear
One minute one second perhaps more
Love of the day, love of the night
Entertaining shadows dance bout the floor
Surrounded in moonlight whispers your name
Embracing the sleep for granted new day
Love in the day, love in the night
Everything’s lovely, life, love and you
Looking toward future, sure in the dawn
What it will share surprises in morrow
Love now the day, love now the night
Time becomes master, you become slave
Success becomes one, life becomes two
Time finds a friend and you find a fool
Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing it all between light and dark
Living as though each time will last
Time perhaps lost, seasons perchance passed
Embracing the time within twenty-four
Living as though neither appear
One minute one second perhaps more
Love of the day, love of the night
Entertaining shadows dance bout the floor
Surrounded in moonlight whispers your name
Embracing the sleep for granted new day
Love in the day, love in the night
Everything’s lovely, life, love and you
Looking toward future, sure in the dawn
What it will share surprises in morrow
Love now the day, love now the night
Time becomes master, you become slave
Success becomes one, life becomes two
Time finds a friend and you find a fool
Love to the day, love to the night
Embracing it all between light and dark
Living as though each time will last
Time perhaps lost, seasons perchance passed
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Outstretched Tree
Reaching hearts in ball and chain
Walking through life weighing down
Holding back the greatness of He
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Lonely, dying, crying for one
Balling up in padded corners
Knowing what a price to be
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Loving once and knowing best
Turning round to walk away
Tossing, turning seeking rest
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Reaching out to those in pain
Arms open wide to finger tip
Sin on shoulders forgiveness still
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Walking through life weighing down
Holding back the greatness of He
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Lonely, dying, crying for one
Balling up in padded corners
Knowing what a price to be
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Loving once and knowing best
Turning round to walk away
Tossing, turning seeking rest
Pushing back the outstretched tree
Reaching out to those in pain
Arms open wide to finger tip
Sin on shoulders forgiveness still
Pushing back the outstretched tree
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