Poety from the Past

Thoughts and Servitude

There I was staring at the sky

laying in the damp grass wondering why

we are moving through this life

looking for what can be our wife

searching for what can fill that hole

that seems to do nothing but flow

from those things that we flee

turn, run, fly away like a bumble bee.

Thinking about the hurts and pains

that all know inside underneath the rains

of sorrow, joy, hate, and love

and then He comes in like a dove.

The clouds flow by in wonderous shapes

pulling my mind toward the capes

of my Lord and Saviour, my Prince of Peace

how Jesus is the light and life of my niece

and how I pray that she gets a chance to see

just how wonderful He can be.

To let the whole world know that

Jesus Christ is tattooed on my heart

that my soul is in His hands

and how my life makes me a life long

servant and bonded man

whose being is dead without my

Son of Man

*************************************************************************************

Kissed By My Rose

My Rose of Sharon embrace me

holds me close, comforts me, caresses me

takes me into His bosom, wipes my tears

strokes my hair, looks me in the eyes.

Kissed by my rose

I pour out my hurts on His shoulders

I pour out my pain on His feet

My tears fall into His hands

I put my ashes on His altar

and my sorrow at His house.

Kissed by my rose

*************************************************************************************

What's Left of Me?

Here lies a shattered pot, knocked to the

ground from an act of desperation;

A desperation that cam from confusion and hurt

A hurt that was born from a wounded child,

a situation this kid had no control,

control is what is sought, but never really finding

Little does this child realize is that for control

to be established, it must be given

Given over to One that is the conquer,

One that holds all the keys

This kid is just a lost prince,

not knowing he is an heir to the Kingdom,

able to receive it all,

kept from this knowledge by one that is

Jealous

So this kid stays in pieces,

looking to be remade, over again

This kid is tired of running around

in a wheel that goes no where.

So he gathers his pieces and

goes to the King of Mercy

to get a new

POT.....