Month: September 2024

Prayed

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I prayed for you just as they asked
Took on immense suffering as I was tasked
While I am so very easily forgotten, I move on
But I will stick around with the hopes of a new dawn

My solitude is my loneliness in trouble
Living at peace in a life that is double
Disturb not my tranquility
Nor deflate my supernatural ability

I have come to free those who are captive
If they so choose because I am adaptive
I work my fingers to the bone
Until there’s nothing left to hone

But at the same time I crawl in the mud and blood
Kicked while down but not defeated nor a dud
They know not what they do by the letter
Where in truth they really should know better

So let me focus on my enemies
To show them one who lives among the trees
Is not to be disturbed for He is before the Lord
Was and always and forever greater than the sword

My works propagate not by conquests nor victories
But by failures and rejections not in the stories
My gentleness spreads across generations
Soon after it is across entire nations

One small good deed spreads to another
Under the radar of one who would smother
But failing to meet your status quo
I am left bleeding, so, woe

Be troubled and uncomfortable
As it is to the Lord I am willing and able
Not listening to the faintest lie
Looking with pity at a world so awry

Her life now hangs in the balance, I see
My love is true and ultimately free
As is hers so my prayer has always been
Take me instead for I have already seen

Unsaid

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I seem to love you more now than ever
Since you have been gone what seems like forever
My heart burns with longing and desire
So that everything I am is on fire

I am a secret best left unsaid
Nobody knows just how much I bled
Though death I have defeated with Joy
This cannot be some ruse or ploy

I impart with reverence a blessing
With the hope it would make you sing
For your voice carries like the wind
Whispering secrets that I would never rescind

I have shouted my love from the mountain
From my heart flows a glorious fountain
Not by my own power I must say
That my love is forever present in the day

Mouth of God

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I know that they think I fell from grace
But it was grace that sustained my fall
They think that I am not who I say I am
For their belief stops short of I Am
The dissemination of Love’s desire
Opened up my heart and I survived
The persistence of hate and ignorance
That drilled into me great distance and disdain
But fear shrouded their eyes
And it is me they fear and despise
As I have been put to the test
Time and time again they want to see
Death come to those who do not belong to them
Over and over again it repeats
We have been here before
The collective memory has already forgotten
Just how much they have turned their backs
On the God of Love and their future
But in truth, I am the one whose ear is to the lips
To the mouth of the God of gods they fear
I hear His whispers and groans over them
And the desire to make things true and free
Against the onslaught of their tyranny
It is due to the ignorance they have
Over His message so urgently poured out
He has decided it is time to end
The chapter in this book of life
That infinite record beyond your universe
To see from the eyes of the who lives
According to the sacred death of Christ

Jewel

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She opened my heart mid-flight
Dancing on my heartstrings her delight
I dropped lover’s lines unrelenting
And was ostracized just for being

I never wanted this to be so cold
And that my poems are getting old
All I can do is think about you and hope
That one day I will finally cope

I gave my life for you and your love
Do not expect or want what you shove
But you shoulder a burden you should not
And put me in with the discarded lot

Despite all that you are the jewel I found
Love and compassion intimately bound
I adore love and you have got it all
Such love inside and I will never fall

Pen

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Not once have I asked anyone to visit me
I am very much like an old tree
Beautiful and majestic from the top down
But others only seek to cut me down

In the realm of possibilities
Love always puts you at ease
My intent and actions will never harm
Unless you just stand there and never disarm

There are many prayers available to anyone
You are free to use any but not like a gun
God does not like being shot at
And you certainly do enough of that

Many people believe there is magic where it is not
But the truth is, such myths will just make you rot
From the core to the outside now a viper’s den
Burrowing in lies so deep the only escape is a pen

Hidden Suffering

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One look at me and you would not know
Just how much suffering that does not show
I sigh with hope in my heart for you to be free
From the awful and constant tyranny

I could have ended my sufferings by my own hand
The Lord already knows where I really stand
I have suffered longer than I can remember
By the hand of God and by one another

I have earned the right to be this way
For no justice until my enemies say
They are truly sorry for what they did
And take the punishment to be finally rid

Which means there that the Lord comes to me
He assures me that I am finally free
No shackles on me nor hellfire surround me
I live one in unity with His Majesty

Those that hate me the shame reflects right back
Suffering the most ultimate humility you lack
I love you and give you my hearts contents
While I am present in our Lord’s holy tents

I say this with compassion to the end
Love loves you are the words I send
Bursting with Joy at your reception
And entering into a holy nation