Friday, April 12, 2024

The Fugitive

Without a spouse,
Yet acquainted with sin;
He burned down his house,
Only to inherit the wind.
 
A friend of the devil,
And an enemy of God;
A clueless rebel,
And an authentic fraud.

No time for prayer,

But up all night;
His cold dark lair,
Bereft of all light.

His shoes as his chariot,

And whiskey his fuel;
No money for the Marriott,
The sidewalk his stool.

The days came and went,

From countryside to city;
No need to pay rent,
As he begged for rich pity.

Past bridges all burnt,

He desperately dove in the ocean;
Life lessons were learnt,
As he guzzled the sea's salty potion.

Like the people of old,

Who drowned in the Flood;
Not doing what he was told,
As he sank in the mud.

But all hope was not lost,

As he boarded a passing vessel;
Already paying the cost,
No longer with God did he wrestle.

He found peace later in life,

And gave God the glory;
Settling down with a wife,
Thus ends the fugitive's story.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Approaching Full Moon

I have strange dreams,
From time to time.
Don't know what they mean,
They just play with my mind.


I stood in silence,
In the crowded noisy street.
I shook the hand of her highness,
But I refused to kiss her feet.


I was a young fool in the morning,
Sitting all alone in the dark.
I'll endure the sea a roaring,
Until the day the waters part.


Now I've climbed to the mountain top,
And I've seen the promised land.
On this journey I have no time to stop,
As I plow the earth with my hand.


Now the sweat of my face,
Waters the bread that I eat.
I used to keep a fast pace,
Until my heart skipped a beat.


I flew up in the sky,
Then I came crashing down.
Still don't know why,
I didn't make any sound.


It was a thorn in my side,
That still bleeds today.
Got washed up in the tide,
Now there's a price to pay.


All my silver and gold,
It sank down in the deep.
Now my hands I fold,
As I lay me down to sleep.


All my black hairs,
Have turned to white.
But inside a spark flairs,
So I can see at night.


I stopped asking why,
A long time ago.
Impossible to cry,
After you've sunk so low.


Now I see the faintest glimmer,
Of the morning's glow.
Though I be a sinner,
Yet the Lord do I know.


My compass was broken,
But I remembered the way.
The words that were spoken,
Convinced me to stay.


Approaching full moon,
As I survey my life.
Never coming too soon,
As I shake off all strife.


Now I can rest,
As I have come home.
My broken heart is now blessed,
Nowhere else shall I roam.

Friday, July 23, 2021

Do I love you Jesus?

Do I love you Jesus?
I think I am for sure.
Yes I love you Jesus;
Even though I'm still impure.


Do I love you Jesus?
I think you can tell.
Yes I love you Jesus;
Even though from grace I fell.


Do I love you Jesus?
For without you I'm at a loss.
Yes I love you Jesus;
Even though I complain about my cross.


Do I love you Jesus?
Or maybe I'm just a liar.
Yes I love you Jesus;
Because you are my soul's desire.


Do I love you Jesus?
Or maybe I love another.
Yes I love you Jesus;
Even more than my mother.


Do I love you Jesus?
I think its clear to see.
Yes I love you Jesus;
Because you first loved me.

Monday, July 19, 2021

People of the Soil

Blessed be the poor,
The people of the soil;
One thing is for sure,
With their hands they toil.


By the sweat of their face,
Do they eat their bread;
Not worried about the race,
Of trying to stay ahead.


Husband and wife,
Sister and brother;
They know in life,
We must love one another.


Having no treasure on earth,
Where rust will destroy;
Knowing life's worth,
God's spirit they enjoy.


They labor all day,
But their sleep is sweet;
Not forgetting to pray,
Casting their cares at Christ's feet.


Not possessing much education,
Nor a college degree;
Yet they have divine inspiration,
Given to them for free.

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Souvenirs

The treasures of my mind,
Memories spanning years;
Walking the paths of time,
And collecting souvenirs.


A trail in the thicket,
And a road to the mountain;
A suitcase and a ticket,
And a wish tossed in the fountain.


The train whistle blew,
And quickly I ran aboard;
However, no one knew,
That all the while I sought the Lord.


Keeping the memory of His voice,
Stored securely in a jar;
For this I had no choice,
But to travel wide and far.


Farther down I lost direction,
But found guidance from an Elder;
He gave a heavenly reception,
And provided food and shelter.


Now its been many a season,
And the souvenirs stand to tell;
Of how a man drinks of reason,
From the depths of a living well.

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

The Wild Boy

Many tried to tame the wild boy,
But he did not fall into their trap;
He was smart enough to spot the decoy,
And he could read the targets on the map.


A boss lady in the classroom,
And a principal with a paddle;
Detention became his doom,
Over a goodie-two shoes tattle.


Didn't they take stock,
And see he was in pain?
The line he had to walk,
Put his heart into a strain.


No one came to his defense,
And he had no attorney;
This made things more intense,
Walking alone upon his journey.


Word traveled fast,
"Watch out he makes trouble!"
In academia he was last;
But in wisdom he had double.


Much good came from his trial,
Something special and sublime;
For inflicting injustice to a child,
Causes an adult to be refined.

Monday, July 12, 2021

The Dragon

A spirit of fiery flame,
Fell from a high level;
He would never be the same,
Thus Lucifer became the Devil.


After him many followed,
And in Heaven there was a fight;
They blasphemed what God had hallowed,
But darkness couldn't conquer light.


Descending down like lightning,
The devil and his legions;
What was pretty now is frightening,
What were angels now are demons.


The father of deception,
And a murderer from the start;
Bringing sin into conception,
And sowing tares in man's heart.


Just after Jesus' last meal,
Satan entered the heart of Judas;
History's repetition given a seal,
As Julius Caesar was betrayed by Brutus.


But in God's Kingdom there is no evil,
And in this we have no doubt;
The deliverance of God's people,
For the dragon has been cast out.

The Spirit of the Age

The conspirators killed the King,
And fooled the people with lies;
No musician was able to sing,
And the jester was filled with sighs.


God's good people were moving,
While evil men were plotting;
The righteous' words were soothing,
While the wicked's flesh was rotting.


Young men gave their life,
Old women gave their pension;
The nation was given strife,
And families locked in detention.


Hypocrisy was in public view,
But things just stayed the same;
Evidence of the devil's crew,
For they had no remorse or shame.


Shedding our innocent's blood,
And choosing their best liar;
The first judgment was in a flood,
The second will be in fire.


The spirit of the age,
A perilous life we live;
To lock the Lion in a cage,
A sin we shall never forgive.

Thursday, July 8, 2021

Souls in the Wind

This may sound redundant,
But why did the wind stop blowing?
The seeds were abundant,
But only a few were sowing.


No dew nor rain,
And the earth dried up;
Rich and poor felt the pain,
But there was an Everlasting Cup.


A church on the hill,
The haven for a little flock;
There they sought God's will,
And built their souls upon a rock.


The penitent walked in,
With their faces towards the ground;
Humbly they confessed their sin,
Then rejoiced over the love they found.


Many years passed by,
And many came in and out;
A young man gave a sigh,
As he saw what life is all about.


How did they ever find,
That monastery in the hills?
They would have if they were blind,
For the wind bloweth where it wills.

The Poet Journeys

Through the people's misinterpretation,
The poet packed his bags;
He cashed in his inspiration,
And traded high society for rags.


Temptation and desire,
Made an appearance at his door;
So-called friends fueled the fire,
But he rejected Babylon's Whore.


Princes at the mill,
And cowards at the alter;
The greedy took their fill,
But the poet did not falter.


Trial after trial,
And sentence after sentence;
As a convict of guile,
The poet started his repentance.


Many heard his confession,
And quite a few were moved;
This gave him much concession,
And thus his faith was proved.


He made peace with all his enemies,
Though many still misunderstood;
But its been this way for centuries,
Thus the poet overcame evil with good.

The Fugitive

Without a spouse, Yet acquainted with sin; He burned down his house, Only to inherit the wind.   A friend of the devil, And an enemy of G...