Tools

Always put your tools away

A thing I learned some years ago

You do the work

And then clean up

And put your tools away.

I need a resurrection

I need a resurrection

Magical rebirth

Death to life that grows again

And hope that finds a way.

And When they Fell

I did not know

The lives cut short

When planes came crashing in.

The years would add

To my dark list

Because events unfolded then.

And as the ripples

Touched the years

My friends began to fall.

They died in places

Without me

I thought I had escaped.

But planes that crashed

Took many years

To take away my friends.

I wish that I

Could trade my life

That you could know them now.

I did not know

That I could hurt

So hard and for so long.

The planes,

They surely killed my friends

Without a single touch.

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The Day After Christmas

The presents are gone
But we didn’t speak of Jesus
The Word became flesh
And I think we forgot.

The number of dead
That weigh on my soul
None of them have come
None of them died and rose.

But heavy my heart
With grief and pain
Forgive me my blindness
That keeps me from joy.

“Good tidings,” they said
Listen my heart
Despite the decades of pain
Please be still and believe.

How Can You Love Me?

How can you love me?
Down here in the mud.
How can you see me?
All covered in blood.

How can you touch me?
With all this disease.
How can you love me?
Please tell me please.

The end is so near now
And I have begun
To hear whispers of angels
And fear what I’ve done.

Nothing compares
To your marvelous light
But I feel so cold
In the darkness tonight.

Death seems upon me
And my greatest foe
Is my own obsessions
And sins here below.

They’ve come for my blood Lord
This you can see
And how can you blame them,
Or begin to love me?

The rocks they will praise you
After I’m gone
If you do not save me
Surely they’ve won.

But how could you love
One such as me?
How can a slave
Ever be free?