Rain drops tapping gently against my bare skin
A reminder of nature's beauty and its intricate design
The magnificent light of the sun shines through the clouds
Recreating the promise God left to us, a promise he kept in forgiveness.
As I keep climbing, sure to reach some sort of refuge
I find myself parallel to so many other sinners
Each following his or her own path to salvation
I watch people tripping others to get ahead, not realized the inevitable
The mountain only grows in their path, pushing them farther down than before
It is one of the hardest things to do:
Simply watch or fall victim to others' insidious actions intended to hurt
And remain peaceful within myself, sensitive still to their feelings
We stand upright and tall, preaching of God's never ending love for us
And boasting of our initiative to emulate Him in any and every possible way
And yet, we become hypocrites as soon as a speck of dust falls upon a clear glass window
As though a threat to an alleged foundation built through many years
A wave of discouragement and hopelessness has come over me
The real threat in my journey towards the peak
But I continue to plod forward, anxious to get some rest and tranquility
Knowing that the rainbow is not only God's original covenant to Moses and to man
But a sign that anything is possible with Him in my heart
With His guidence and with His love, one day,
I'll be able to forgive those who have trespassed against me,
Set aside my pride and look upwards, towards heaven, and smile.
1.31.2009
SERIES (Part 2): Discovering His Love
The sound of fists clanging against the iron bars of Hell's gates
Has ceased to be a deterrent along our way down the path of brood
The smoke has died away, becoming feeble vapors of cloud
No longer releasing a frighteningly powerful fragrance
Allowing us to breathe with more ease and relief
The weight of sin has been lifted off our shoulders
Only for the time it takes a drop of water to dry in the summer sun,
Enough to simply gain some more strength and take another step forward.
However, from here on out, the path is no longer narrow but steep
Obstacles of every proportion have been laid out to discourage and prevent
The ultimate goal from being sought out and eventually attained
We thought the pain would end once walking through those gates
And yet Satan beat us to the punch, watching a continuous battle commence
With God's guidance we maneuver ourselves around the explosives
Still getting caught in the line of fire, wounded and short of breath
We rip off the torn clothing that is simply an added weight
Knowing a new set will be waiting at the peak, one that will never fade or stain
And trudge on, learning to find our peace in Him though surrounded by a world of pain
It is simply the faith and knowledge of His love that carries us through it all
The love that wipes away all blood and dirt as thought it had only been an annoying
speck of dust
The love that will forever endure, persevere, believe and hope without failure.
Has ceased to be a deterrent along our way down the path of brood
The smoke has died away, becoming feeble vapors of cloud
No longer releasing a frighteningly powerful fragrance
Allowing us to breathe with more ease and relief
The weight of sin has been lifted off our shoulders
Only for the time it takes a drop of water to dry in the summer sun,
Enough to simply gain some more strength and take another step forward.
However, from here on out, the path is no longer narrow but steep
Obstacles of every proportion have been laid out to discourage and prevent
The ultimate goal from being sought out and eventually attained
We thought the pain would end once walking through those gates
And yet Satan beat us to the punch, watching a continuous battle commence
With God's guidance we maneuver ourselves around the explosives
Still getting caught in the line of fire, wounded and short of breath
We rip off the torn clothing that is simply an added weight
Knowing a new set will be waiting at the peak, one that will never fade or stain
And trudge on, learning to find our peace in Him though surrounded by a world of pain
It is simply the faith and knowledge of His love that carries us through it all
The love that wipes away all blood and dirt as thought it had only been an annoying
speck of dust
The love that will forever endure, persevere, believe and hope without failure.
SERIES (Part 1): The Way of Children
We walked out through the gates of hell, hand in hand
Steadily treading along a progressively narrow path
Ready to tackle any demon begging to drag us back
But the fires of hell were strong and tempting
Releasing an aroma of sweet pursuit...
The escape was not planned well, the execution faulty
For within minutes after our deep breaths of fresh pure air
Something tugged at the hem of our pant legs
We each looked down, only to find an image of the other
Carrying the face of loneliness and rejection upon it
Of course, the difficulty in simply walking away is immeasurable
But not impossible
A blink of an eye later, we were back in the flames
Happily watching the other play with fire
Blinded to the boiling scorch marks covering our bodies
Singing along to tunes, that on any other day, we'd despise
The smoke has started to affect our hearts and mind
Leading us off the path of righteousness into the thickets of pain
And ultimately, death
Miraculously, we each have a fan in our pockets, a cross on our wrists
and a conscience to tell us where to go from here
It is imperative to return to the forgotten way
The way of children and babes who have not yet lost their souls
And it starts with a simple step...
Away from each other.
Steadily treading along a progressively narrow path
Ready to tackle any demon begging to drag us back
But the fires of hell were strong and tempting
Releasing an aroma of sweet pursuit...
The escape was not planned well, the execution faulty
For within minutes after our deep breaths of fresh pure air
Something tugged at the hem of our pant legs
We each looked down, only to find an image of the other
Carrying the face of loneliness and rejection upon it
Of course, the difficulty in simply walking away is immeasurable
But not impossible
A blink of an eye later, we were back in the flames
Happily watching the other play with fire
Blinded to the boiling scorch marks covering our bodies
Singing along to tunes, that on any other day, we'd despise
The smoke has started to affect our hearts and mind
Leading us off the path of righteousness into the thickets of pain
And ultimately, death
Miraculously, we each have a fan in our pockets, a cross on our wrists
and a conscience to tell us where to go from here
It is imperative to return to the forgotten way
The way of children and babes who have not yet lost their souls
And it starts with a simple step...
Away from each other.
Circus Clowns
It bounces off every wall that surrounds my heart
scraping the surface with impressionable force
tearing pieces vulnerable and weak from repetitive sears
Mending doesn't come easily or simply
The manifestation of an inward emotion can kill a soul
this verbal abuse that has no place in one's expressions
Criticism and racism that roams our world still today
Fixing doesn't come with ease
They spit out these vulgar terms to oppress and depress
acting as though they know the history of that race
Crude language coughed up and thrown in faces
Revenge will be taken on those who cross that mark forever
There's no escaping the madness that never ends
Just join the circus to become a permanent clown
scraping the surface with impressionable force
tearing pieces vulnerable and weak from repetitive sears
Mending doesn't come easily or simply
The manifestation of an inward emotion can kill a soul
this verbal abuse that has no place in one's expressions
Criticism and racism that roams our world still today
Fixing doesn't come with ease
They spit out these vulgar terms to oppress and depress
acting as though they know the history of that race
Crude language coughed up and thrown in faces
Revenge will be taken on those who cross that mark forever
There's no escaping the madness that never ends
Just join the circus to become a permanent clown
1.17.2009
Key
The key to life, a resonating sound of excellence
Innocence in it's purest form
gently striking the harp's string
the piano's white key...
Hit the black one, a different noise
sounds of darkness roam my mind
suddenly stirring the once calm wind
tornadoes, hurricanes
its all a blur.
The key to life, a beautiful aroma
sets me to sleep in mere seconds of exposure
Dreams of gardens and doves and angels
filling the world around me
Pick up a sunflower to find a bug
slowly picking away at the petals
look up, the clouds of come
the sun is melting away
and so am I...
The key to life, a blithering sound
an invisible lock in an unchanging door
open, welcoming...
we choose to ignore it
and find another way in...
Innocence in it's purest form
gently striking the harp's string
the piano's white key...
Hit the black one, a different noise
sounds of darkness roam my mind
suddenly stirring the once calm wind
tornadoes, hurricanes
its all a blur.
The key to life, a beautiful aroma
sets me to sleep in mere seconds of exposure
Dreams of gardens and doves and angels
filling the world around me
Pick up a sunflower to find a bug
slowly picking away at the petals
look up, the clouds of come
the sun is melting away
and so am I...
The key to life, a blithering sound
an invisible lock in an unchanging door
open, welcoming...
we choose to ignore it
and find another way in...
Love
something I found...
Love is not a place
To come and go as we please
It's a house we enter in
And then commit to never leave
Lock the door behind you
Throw away the key
We'll work it out together
Let it bring us to our knees
Love is a shelter in the raging storm
Love is peace in the middle of a war
If we try to leave, may God send His angels to guard the door
No, love is not a fight but it's something worth fighting for
To some, love is a word
That they can fall into
But when they're falling out
Keeping that word is hard to do
Love will come to save us
If we'll only call
He will ask nothing of us
But demand we give our all
I will fight for you
Would you fight for me?
It's worth fighting for
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