Where We Are

I see the world as it is,
And wounder how it came to be,
That what we've become,
Sprouted from what we were.

In times past, a child's laughter,
Brought joy to ones heart.
While today it goes unnoticed,
Tomorrow may fall apart.

A mans word,
Once bound by his honor.
Meaning nothing to an ear,
Without substance to ponder.

The name of God,
Once reverenced by man.
Becomes an offence,
Only to be damned.

What we've become,
Sprouted from what we were.
But where we are,
Shames where we've been.

The Birth

It was a world with no Son,
Cold and dark.
How is it, that I'm so lost?
Lost in a world so alone,
Yet there are so many to shone.

Like a child in the mouth of a beast,
So helpless, so afraid.
No way out,
Maybe I should just fade.

I want to be free,
But with so much night,
And so little fought,
How can it be?

What's this? Life,
Hope and peace.
I think I see the light.
A hand, I'm free.

Like a spring shower,
Suddenly it comes,
Suddenly it goes.

The fight is fought,
The battle is won.
I am free,
Because of the Son.

Finally I'm above,
Only joy, only Love.
The peace of mind,
The past behind.

My World

My World

The sky, a canvas of creation.
Rays of light gently brush each cloud.
Shades of blues and greens,
A touch of yellow a touch of red.

The sun,
Blazing down,
With its warm kiss.
A bright look.

The bird graces the sky,
With the wind beneath its wings.
Sweetly sings its song,
A song it sweetly brings.

The trees,
A gentle sway.
Filling the earth with air,
Softly kissed with a breeze.

This is my world.

Then the grass, clothing the field.
Dances in the wind.
Each blade reaching for the other.

Then the gentle flowers,
Robbed in enchanted colors.
Petals so delicate,
Dampened with a kiss of morning dew.

The ocean with all its force,
With all its grace.
Caresses the earths surface,
As the hand of a lover,
Caresses its love.

Rain,
With its soothing rhythm.
Sending droplets of life.
Some giving, some replenishing.

This is my world.

The Accusing

I sit in the midst of condemnation,
In a room to accuse.
Wondering where it all came from,
So alone, so abused.

They wonder why I sit quiet,
But in my innocence, there’s nothing to defend.
With fingers pointed and accusations made,
I sit in a room alone, yet with so many.

The injustice of the past,
The anger of one.
I seem to get the wrath,
For what someone else has done.

With no one to turn to,
I stand condemned and stoned.
Surrounded by suspicion,
Pushed aside and shone.

The ones that I love,
Have turned to ice.
Stabbed in the back,
Now I must pay the price.

The outcome uncertain,
My fate unknown.
But my vindication is the Lords,
And that will be shown.

The Shepherd

Who is He?
When I’m lost He guides,
I’m left out,
In Him I abide.

Though talked about,
Though judged.
He looks beyond,
With a light nudge.

Softly He calls,
One here, one there.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why He even cares.

Despite my wonder,
I know He does.
It’s you it’s me,
He really loves.

Though I denied,
He stretched out His arms,
Then He died.

His blood shed,
For it was to be.
That He was put in the grave,
And rose on day three.

I Think of You

When birds sing,
I think of you.
Unknowing they are,
They have no clue.

As the sun lies to sleep,
Rising in its beauty.
It's the radiance of your smile,
That I see.

Heart of Praise

Lord, I long to please You,
Through my life alone.
To bring you glory,
Never to atone.

For it is you worthy of praise,
Through this life i live.
A hymnal of praise,
Is what I give.

With an open heart,
And discerning spirit.
I lift you up,
Your presence I inherit.