Monday, December 22, 2014
prayer
prayer
may come some day
when you understand
that in His hand
you fall and stand
and by His hand
lovingly are broken
in brokenland
copyright 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
the bag lady
with the treasures she found in the alley
she wobbles down the street
through the holes in her shoes
you can see her callused feet
her hair is all matted and tangled
she's covered with rags and bags
her shopping done from the garbage
placed in a cart that she drags
no one knows what her eyes have seen
no one knows the thoughts she entertains
no one knows the dreams she's forsaken
or the dreams she still maintains
i pray to the Lord that made me
to comfort the poor bag lady
may riches fill her bags
and good clothing replace her rags
of late no one has seen her
some say that she passed away
with the streets as her only home
she has nowhere else to stay
her mumbling no longer heard
the sight of her no longer seen
the streets are missing someone
that's found in nobody's dream
it's easy for us to forget
things we haven't seen to remember
how she suffered in the cold of winter
how she felt Christmas day in december
i pray to the Lord that made me
to comfort the poor bag lady
in heaven may riches fill her bags
and a white radiant rob exchanged for her rags
copyright 1983
you the wealthy
you
the wealthy
the well to do
this is your world
it belongs to you
i'm a poor stranger
just passing through
you
the wealthy
the well to do
my Lord and Saviour
is hated by you
and because i follow Him only
and seek that which is true
and abide in His word
you have hate for me too
you don't want me in your church
or to be friends with you
you
the wealthy
the well to do
this is your world
it belongs to you
my home is in heaven
and heaven is not for you
heaven is a place for those
who - God's - will - do
dedicated to the founding paster
and congregation at the village church
hampden balto. md.
copyright 2011
Monday, December 1, 2014
fair face
fair face
sweet smile
warm words
make me
so sad
all alone
deep down
hurting heart
wanting weeps
copyright 2014
isolated inside of these walls
isolated inside of these walls
from outside i can hear concerned calls
lost in the cries from deep down inside
the child that never lived the man that died
painful memories that stab like a knife
emotional scares that cripple for life
last time i held her she wouldn't let go
as if she knew something she wanted me to know
with tears in her eyes she pleaded for me to stay
i left her alone and she passed quietly away
how was i to know i'd never see her again
how was i to know that her life would end
and if sometime you see me passing by
just leave me alone don't even say high
i've hurt everyone that tried to help me
i don't want any help i just want to be free
free from the memories that drive me insane
free from this life that means nothing but pain
i have this hole in my heart
and it's tearing me apart
copyright 1994
if death were never
if death were never
and love forever
you and i would be
in a place where love flowers
and grows by the hours
in eternity
if God were to allow
one moment for us now
to embrace and kiss
all of eternity stilled
couldn't be emptied or filled
into that one moment of bliss
and if you can't be
here with me
i'll pray to the Lord to take me home
to that heavenly place
where i can see your face
where the other angels roam
copyright 1989
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