I dance in the rain
Under dark, cloudy skies
With arms, hands raised
I offer up my only gift
Of joyful praise
Upward in our God’s name!
Life’s rains on all Will fall But that only Sends out the call To love harder Dance even more As the painful rains Around us pour
Our God suffered the rains also To help us grow In grace, to become Closer to His face
This loving Christ
On man’s evil cross
Still offered to us
His Glorious & Eternal
Joy-filled Paradise!
On Fire
Burning cross
On a hill
Your voice
Rings out
To tell us still
Of a Savior’s heart
So full of passion
And fire
Never will Christ stop
Or ever tire
Of pouring His love
Upon this earth
To light His
Glorious fire
Within His church
So his family
May lead
Darkened hearts
To see
Their Savior
On a burning cross
Seeking to save
All & every of
The eternally lost.
Stuff
Plastic, metal, glass
Concrete poured
On a valuable earth
Struggling to survive.
Fast cars, faster planes,
Light-speed computers,
Stuff
Up to our necks.
Or maybe
Up to our hearts,
Lusting, lusting
More, more, more
We’re told we need
NEED
Stuff, stuff, stuff
To survive.
Garbage piles heaped,
All our stuff
Discarded, thrown away,
Destroyed forever
So we can have
More Stuff.
Physical we are for
Now
But more spirit
For the later
Stuff, stuff, stuff
Helps not with
The later of a
Different place
Another world which
does not care endlessly
about all our
Stuff
Do Not Continue
Do not continue to lie
And give only half-truths
To me,
Pastor of today
You are supposed to be
God’s wisdom-filled sage
Do not continue to say
I may live as I please
Lusting after all the things
I only can touch & see
Even with all your degrees,
You should be on your knees
Leading the way
To a better day
Do not let, allow
The evil one to win
Lead us away from all
This world’s increasing sin
Another voice is screaming
More loudly every day
Telling me you’re
Leading the wrong way!
Stand up!
Be God’s man
Lead this country, our land
The way it’s supposed to go
His Son you MUST SHOW
If salvation will come
Before it’s too late
& many will be left knocking,
crying outside forever
The glory of God’s heavenly gates!
In the Snow
In the snow
They go
These blue-grey ghostly,
Shadowy footprints in the white
Maybe even dead of night
To and fro
They never seem to
Slow
Even up the steps
They go
Do you possibly
suppose
Unbeknown they
May leave behind,
Expose.
A small piece of each
Imprint-owner’s Soul??
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