The Seed that Grows to Steal

The day I fell the first time down

And could not rise for wanting

Was like the day I first fell down

But filled with more despair.


To do the right in ev’ry thing

To see the way as it were clear

To know the path that you are on

And hold to it as it were dear.


This it seems is what you lose

Falling in the mud at times

And though you fear for other things

The wind sings softly in the chimes.

To Be

The wind it came and brought the fire

And this I think was hard to bear

The storm it passed and took its ire

And left a stillness we could share.


Some things were lost and burned away

Some things were left that we could see

I think we need to hurt to ask

And then perhaps we might just be.

To Hear from Him

I felt the hand of God

On my child’s heart

He took away my fear at night

When I had prayed to start.


I heard the whisper of God

It told me to look up

And I was so exhausted then

My soul an empty cup.


I heard the voice of God

It told me to wrestle hard

From front to back in His own book

With the evil I had sparred.


I fear the shout of God

Though I can’t see the way

And it’s hard to hear in this wild storm

And I can’t find my way.


But who am I to know,

Anything of Him?

And why would He my broken form,

Choose to enter in?


But now I know the silence speaks

And I am just a fool to turn

And if my fears are not made flesh

My soul the silence it will burn.




Revelation Twenty-One Four

There are lines that shouldn’t be crossed

And things that shouldn’t be done

And no one really wants to forgive

It’s hard toiling under this sun.


People say so many things

And they are sometimes right

But living out what they have said

Gets harder every night.


I don’t know just how to go

And where I’m supposed to be

But one day with the tears all gone

I know I will be free.

To My Brothers,

The old men send young men off to war

That’s How it’s always been

They give them weapons and enemies

And tell them to be brave.


The young men go away so strong

And come back not the same

They may live life and be someone

But no one gets the blame.


But friends and comrades have a way

Of dying in each war

And there is nothing for a soldier to say

For with words he’s taught to be poor.


But someone must and usually will

Say something for the dead

Do we know your fear or your courage?

Do we know your strength or dread?


The earth is covered with soldiers blood

And it cries to God above

Let us remember your sacrifice

And think of you with love.


We know that many were thugs and thieves

Violent aggressive men

But you gave all and we are here

Alive, sipping brandy in the den.


We know that many were so afraid

And took so long to die

And we weep for you our brothers

May God take you to the sky.


And those that live as broken men

Are hard to love sometimes it’s true

May you find peace even now

You are not alone.