A Song I Wrote Based on 2 Corinthians 5

V1
I think I see a storm coming ahead
These heavy winds are too much for this tent
They're taking me to a faraway land
A beautiful place that isn't built by hands

My body's groaning like a man lost at sea
This naked body is shivering, freezing
Mortality will be swallowed by life
And this Spirit is gonna be my eyes
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I'm almost home, the place where I belong
I'm almost home, and I'm hearing the sweetest song
I'm almost there, singing right along
And I swear, I'll be singing loud and strong
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V2
Picking up my bow and taking my aim
Whether present or gone, I'm shooting the same
The archers lining up as they wait for the judge
I tried to my best, but it still wasn't much

I'm not gonna boast in things I've done
But you are free to tell them what we've won
It's not up to me, my body's compelled
What can I do when even the dead can't be held
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Bridge
For we walk by faith and not by sight
And I see just fine when I am blind
I am confident, ready to leave this place
To be held so tightly in the arms of grace

The Only Thing

The only thing I have ever been afraid of is fear.

For surely if you were unafraid of fear 

There would be very little to fear.

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The only thing I have ever loved is Love.

After all, if you fall head over heels for Love

What on earth would there be left to love?

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The only thing I ever complain about is people that complain.

You see, if the people were stopped who complain,

Then we could stop listening to this nonsense about which they complain.

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There is only one thing on earth that will make me cry.

That thing is the sight of watching my best friend cry.

For what is there to be sad about if nothing is making my friend cry?

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My favorite gift which God has given mankind is music. 

Because all other gifts derive from the gift of music.

For love and creativity and hope and forgiveness are all remembered in music. 

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Questions

Questions
Questions that need answering.
Things we need to know.
Things that cannot wait.
Time is of essence.

Questions
Questions that need answering.
Or do they?
Perhaps there is no answer.
At least no right answer.

Questions
Life is full of so many of them
Easy ones. Hard ones.
Mostly hard ones I think.
I'm starting not to care if I make the right choice.

Questions
Perhaps they are pointless.
Perhaps I should just answer them however I wish.
Who cares about the consequences.
No consequence could outweigh this weight on my shoulders.

Questions
Dear God answer them now.
If not now then in my dreams.
If not in my dreams then tomorrow at latest.
For if not tomorrow then I shall be undone.

Questions
Questions
Questions
Questions
Questions

Questions
Psalm forty-six ten.
Oh! Now I see.
Now I understand.
The answer is found.

March Seventeenth -A Poem

Today I went for a walk.

Eventually I found myself

In a peaceful little park.

The wind was blowing gently,

And I could hear the sound of

passing cars up the hill.

Just then a golden retriever 

runs up to me, wet from the small river.

She drops her slobbery tennis ball, asking to be pet. 

I oblige, because God knows I love dogs.

A second retriever walks in circles several feet ahead

Obviously chasing something invisible to humans.

A small, chirping bird flies just over me

landing on an abandoned fence post, the remains 

of which must have once been a boundary; yet no longer.

Beyond that fence, about a hundred yards perhaps

is a bench where two young lovers sit,

Watching the boy in the green shirt and small black helmet 

Ride past on his bike. One day he too

Will sit on that bench

With a beautiful, young lady.

God must love the colors green and blue.

And I suppose brown as well. The trees, the grass,

the sky. Perhaps those are the colors of Heaven. For surely today

I have caught a glimpse of that Celestial City though some small window. 

Sunset. Sunrise

Sunset

Oh how I fear you.
You are tricky. Deceptive.
Beautiful colors. A covering.
Disguising the coming darkness.

Just before you disappear i understand.
Your light spreads across the ocean floor
Like a blanket. A blanket of death.
Putting me to sleep with your lullaby.

A brilliant flash of light.

Dear You

Dear You,

i think i saw you today, but i can't be sure.
Your eyes were closed, but your lips were moving.
Whispers of prayer floating upward like a balloon.
Well let me tell you darling that i hope the day is coming soon

i will wait because i am willing, not because i am patient.
Your absence is like hole in my glass
i try to fill my my heart but everything just falls through
And to say my glass is half empty is only half true

Why is it that the wind is so romantic?
i swear it causes the world to spin in slow motion
Your hair tossed about like a flag at the end of a pier
Beautiful as the sunset, more graceful than the deer

And you did not see me, though i did naught but stare
And you did not hear, though my heart screamed hello
For now, our worlds are separate, a wall between each heart
But hold on. It won't be long. We're almost at the start.

Sin, Love, Boys, Girls, Parents, and Kids All Summed Up In One Poem

Sin is like a Dinosaur

It looks cool

But really

It eats you.

Kids are like puppies

They poop and smell

And make loud noises

But parents still keep them

Parents are like wax

When it's hot it hurts

But that's okay because

It keeps the fire going

Boys are like bugs

They buzz around

And are really annoying

And then girls hit them

Girls are like cell phones

They cost lots of money

Take up most your time

But are still totally worth it

True love is like a mouse

At first you are scared

But once you hold it

You want to keep it forever

Saturday's Poem

Good morning everyone!
It's Saturday and you are not allowed to be crabby or sad. It's the weekend. The time in California is 11:39, and I've been up a whopping 5 minutes. :) Anyways...hope you have a great break from school this weekend. Here's a thoughtful poem I wrote to get you thinking.

By the way...I don't have a title. I'm horrible with titles. When you leave a comment (notice I said when...and not if) tell me what you think i should call it. :) Thanks. Here goes.

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I wonder if water can ever be completely still
I see hurricanes and tidal wives
Monsoons and just plain ol' regular waves.
Even small ripples. The smallest. But never still.

I suppose the only one we can blame is the wind.
Then again, should we not also blame man?
Perhaps the waters would be still if not the indulgences of man.
But man does not always interfere. He is not constant. Constant like the wind.

I do not believe the water can be still like glass.
Glass is either still, or it is shattered.
This begs the question. Better bent or shattered?
Is it worth being shattered, just to mirror glass?

Is it so bad that water is always in motion?
Perhaps if it were motionless, water would not longer be water.
Reflected trees would turn to real trees. No more reflection. No more water.
Tell me then, are you reconsidering, that water should not be in motion?

You see, when water is in motion, the reflection is not perfect.
But maybe, just maybe, that is the only way it was meant to be.
A tree in the water is not a real tree. Never was. Never will be.
The fake tree proves the water is real. The imperfect proves the perfect.

"The imperfect proves the perfect." I will leave you with this thought.
For now we know that perfect water is not like glass. It's never still at all.
So let these imperfect reflections prove to all,
That we can rejoice in imperfections, and that's a comforting thought.

I am the Moon (a poem)

The moon is like a piece of glass
Reflecting the light, but not the light
Beauty reflected, but not of itself
Visible by day, beaming at night
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When the sun is up there is no need
For the moon to shine or be in the sky
To light a path or show the way
Visible by day, beaming at night
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But when the sun is gone and the world is dark
The moon is a friend, a welcome sight
To the weary traveler, lost and alone
Visible by day, beaming at night
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The sun and the moon are the very best of friends
The sun is a boy, the moon is his kite
Moon  being held by an invisible string
Visible by day, beaming at night
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And when eyes cannot see because clouds are above
And the moon, it be covered, and not shining bright
Still it shines, though no man, woman, or child should see
Visible by day, beaming at night
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I am the moon, and the sun is my God
The love that He shares is the light
May my life be a perfect reflection of Him
Visible by day, beaming at night.

Random Poetry from 5 AM.

-I'm Not a Hero-
It’s okay to be scared.
It’s okay to be afraid.
Just don’t look back.
It isn’t safe.
There’s monsters in dark.
I saw one last night.
Yellow eyes, with foaming mouth.
Full of darkness. No light.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I’m not a hero.
How can you ask this of me.
I’m not ready to go.
Someone take my place.

-Rise or Fall-
What if you lived every second
without any hope.