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.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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.
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.
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.
Becomming Hearts
Two hearts become,
The unity of one beat.
Bound with the chain of love,
Never obsolete.
Burning with passion.
Forever in love.
Finding the other,
Two hearts become.
The unity of one beat.
Bound with the chain of love,
Never obsolete.
Burning with passion.
Forever in love.
Finding the other,
Two hearts become.
The Walk
The day soon to come,
With Him on that shore.
I long for that walk,
For it is Him that I adore.
For on that day,
That will surely come.
My past behind,
For it's me He loves
With Him on that shore.
I long for that walk,
For it is Him that I adore.
For on that day,
That will surely come.
My past behind,
For it's me He loves
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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 childs laughter,
Brought joy to ones heart.
While today it goes unoticed,
Its tomarrow may fall aprt.
A mans word,
Once bound by his hounor.
Means nothing to an ear,
Without substance to ponder.
The name of God,
Onced 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.
And wounder how it came to be.
That what we've become,
Sprouted from what we were.
In times past,. a childs laughter,
Brought joy to ones heart.
While today it goes unoticed,
Its tomarrow may fall aprt.
A mans word,
Once bound by his hounor.
Means nothing to an ear,
Without substance to ponder.
The name of God,
Onced 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 Beauty of You
Your hair as flowing grass,
Swaying softly in the wind.
Reaching beyond,
As if something to give.
Then your eyes,
As emralds of kings.
Gazing into forever,
With the beauty they bring.
The majesty of your smile,
Bringing peace within.
Calming troubled hearts,
Bringing wrath to and end.
Swaying softly in the wind.
Reaching beyond,
As if something to give.
Then your eyes,
As emralds of kings.
Gazing into forever,
With the beauty they bring.
The majesty of your smile,
Bringing peace within.
Calming troubled hearts,
Bringing wrath to and end.
Because Hes Here
Another year has come,
And yet has gone.
Seasons have changed,
As the morning dawn.
One day a storm,
Maybe a valley of fear.
Through it with pace,
Because He is here
And yet has gone.
Seasons have changed,
As the morning dawn.
One day a storm,
Maybe a valley of fear.
Through it with pace,
Because He is here
Poetry
POETRY
Poetry is mans heart manifested,
Every pain, every joy,
Even and teardrop put into words.
A desire, an expression,
A dream, or a vision.
Poetry
The unspoken word,
Overflowing in my pen,
Poured out onto my pad.
It is the onlook of my life.
Sometimes poetry laughs with joy.
Smiling from one side of the page to the other.
Sometimes weaping in anguish,
From the start of the page to the end.
Poetry
My escape,
My love,
My gift.
Poetry is mans heart manifested,
Every pain, every joy,
Even and teardrop put into words.
A desire, an expression,
A dream, or a vision.
Poetry
The unspoken word,
Overflowing in my pen,
Poured out onto my pad.
It is the onlook of my life.
Sometimes poetry laughs with joy.
Smiling from one side of the page to the other.
Sometimes weaping in anguish,
From the start of the page to the end.
Poetry
My escape,
My love,
My gift.
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