Rarest Blessing Flow
Of rarest Blessing flow,
From nothing I could sow,
And nothing I can keep,
Unless my Father willed it so,
With Joy my heart does weep
With Peaceful praise too deep,
For I am weak and low,
More than I can even know,
But now my heart does leap
From the Blessing that I reap!
Giving Thanks
Lounging long upon a river’s banks
Masses of money, an important concern
Too selfish to know to render thanks,
Or lessons to ever ancient learn.
It is plainly obvious to some
That even the blind should see,
In time the fruit that rots
Falls steadily from the tree.
For many have gone before,
Finding faith to put down fear,
Seeking peace within a war,
Yet stand for things held dear.
The here and now is different
As reason and rhyme give way
To whatever the will wants
Like some sort of tasteless trend
That makes the ugly proud.
Who returns from the grave
After drinking hedonistic hypocrisy ?
As the days grow shorter
Where are those that give thanks ?
They stand in the rain waiting for justice.
And Bask in the little light
That dimly remains.
Easy Way Out
How can you know the pain I feel?
You don’t feel it;
I hope you never do.
How easy it is to forget,
How easy to let
Your mind become blue.
Easy way out
for so many,
Easy way out
A little sin.
Easy way out
Giving in.
Easy way out
Don’t want to remember,
Easy way out
But I’ll never admit.
Easy way out
It’s just a little bit.
So keep it subconscious,
Let’s take an
Easy way out.
Well there’s no easy way to heaven,
I don’t recall,
Where it’s ever been easy for me.
Denying self to carry a cross,
In obedience and love,
I am wondering how it could be?
There is pain…
There is sin…
There is rain…
Coming in…
The River Flows
The river flows
To where God only knows,
Meandering.
Foam floats atop
It never seems to stop
But goes and goes,
Like a breeze that blows,
Or a die that’s cast,
I do not need to know,
Where the river may flow.
Time escapes the past
And will never last,
But will for just a moment stay,
We only live in each today.
So the only question still,
As the river runs until,
To bigger ever brighter things,
And hear the heart that truly sings.
In quietness and trust abide,
Total surrender puts off pride.
For where the river runs is wild,
But I am truly just a child,
And I sit to watch the river flow,
To where God can only know…
Roaring Wind and Mist Refresh
I stood upon the rock.
It did not move.
The wind roared all around
Wild and rushing, cleansing,
Revealing, Refreshing.
Without a word
It spoke to my soul
Silent but strong
Of a powerful good
Quite bigger than me,
More Holy than eye could see.
It blasted, blew
And before I knew
It soaked my skin
With rainbow mist,
Like being kissed
By the Spirit of God.
And as it roared and rushed around
It came to me that I had found
A beauty that could captivate,
And satisfy a sinful state.
It was so much more
Than that rush of wind
Or wistful mist.
It was Love, it was power,
It was a Holy Ghost shower.
So I walked away
Wet refreshed anew,
And something more to say.
About the good
That permeates,
And whisper Roars
And still creates.
Good I say, it’s good!
Wash away the stain,
The pain replace
With Joy and Love and Grace…
