First Stanza

The body is weighed so heavily down
By the scars of a bleeding soul
You’d think it was sick from all of the sounds
But bodies need spirits to make them whole.

Tasse de Voyage

I would love to travel not alone
And see such things that strike my heart
And see them with another soul
But for now it’s only you.

Christmas.

The world in Joy could use such things
And if the Word was made then flesh
Then it would seem a simple thing
To light the world again.

Before Such Days

Believing words writ long ago
Is not a thing to lightly take
And if you would find life at all
Perhaps a diff’rent choice would make.

Believing Words

The villain is my heart
And fear a shield of pain that does not deflect
The wounds it gives just from holding
Make it’s protection naught
I cannot give up in this great fight
But it has been so long
And as my heart and spirit fade
I lose that joyful song
Let the villain turn around
And let the time be now
Fear is not the answer hear
And life will soon abound.

Thoughts on Freedom in a Long Cold Night

I hope to God that freedom comes
And in the waiting that He sees
As we slip and fall away
Let the Spirit come to me.

Waiting till you get it right
Is not the way to come to God
And if perfection must come first
We will die apart from Him.

And let us not so die alone
And let us not be lost at sea
At least I pray for freedom now
And just a chance to see.

Pour Out Your Heart

I can’t possibly take much more of this
It really can’t go on
Untenable in every way
Let the angels sing.

Trust is such a touchy thing
And I am not so trusting now
And in the heart that screams at me
I do not hear the voice.

Please be with me as I die
And if you bring me back to life
Do not let my mother cry
But for joy the end of strife.

Building

Thinking on the days events
And what was written long ago
The light so blocked by all attempts
Is slowly burning in.

Help.

I wish to stop tonight
And feel the light of freedom’s day
But the sun it burns my eyes
Each time I leave the cave.

And Other Things I Think but Do Not Feel

The way ahead is hard.

It’s not the kind of thing to dream
To take in flight and fancy smile
And leave the wonder with the time
It’s not that kind of thing.

But God is faithful to His cause
And light and right will come to bear
I see the darkness burning now
Burning slow away.

The end is good.