Corner of my eye…a Christian song

Eye

 

SHADOWS

Did I see you in the shadows

Of the tree line passing by

Or was it in my dreams of yesterday

From the corner of my eye

 

A familiar face, or stranger

I turn too late to see

Real or just a figment of

What I’ve come to be

 

Oh, oh, oh….In my heart

I know you’re there

At every little turn I make

I know you’re everywhere

Oh, oh, oh… my eyes are open wide

Yes, wide enough to see

God is all around us, yeah

The great I am is He

 

Ahead there may be darkened days

To test you in your pride

A slippery slope for you to tread

That may cause you to slide

 

 

But don’t give up and don’t give in

A trap is set you see

In darkness you can still find light

Of who you’re meant to be

 

Oh, oh, oh….In my heart

I know you’re there

At every little turn I make

I know you’re everywhere

Oh, oh, oh… my eyes are open wide

Yes, wide enough to see

God is all around us, yeah

The great I am is He

Oh, oh, oh….In my heart

I know you’re there

At every little turn I make

I know you’re everywhere

Oh, oh, oh… my eyes are open wide

Yes, wide enough to see

God is all around us, yeah

The great I am is He

God is all around us, yeah

The great I am is He

 

Did I see you in the shadows

Of the tree line passing by

Depression… a poem

 

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DEPRESSION

You manifest and tell me lies as you cut into my soul.

Yours is veiled in masquerade while you make my life your home.

The invitation to stay in torpor more likened of command.

You further weaken my resolve with every brush stroke of your evil hand.

Crippling me from within another day goes by.

How proud are you and the web you weave that you make me want to die?

Like the Raven who steals the shiny things you take the sparkle from my eye.

Haunted dreams awake or sleep companion day and night.

Creeping ever deeper these overwhelming roots of despair.

Acidic taste of sulfur permeates my only air.

Surely hell resides in me antagonists in flight.

Winged the demons with their fangs that long to take a bite.

Yet there is strength around me in the audience of my life.

Encouragement to stand me up against your fringed knife.

Family, friends and mentors who gladly walk me off the path.

That road of disillusionment can be broken, torn and slashed.

Love, a powerful medicine, can once again blossom and shine through.

Extinguishing depression, yes, Depression that is you!

Belief… a Christian song

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INSIDE OF ME

I found Him inside of me…

Not somewhere that I thought He’d be…

Deep down He’s doing well and fine…

Oh… I need Him all around my life

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

 

His patience is alive and well

Oh, just look at me and you can tell

I am precious in His sight

But I can’t help but ask Him why…

I found Him inside of me

Yeah, I found Him inside of me

 

Heaven works in mysterious ways

We’ve heard of this our entire lives

Jesus came to take our sins away

And still they stuck Him in His side

“Forgive them Lord for they know not what they do”

He said as He was dying on the cross

Kneel and pray for the One who knew

King of kings and God of gods

 

I found Him inside of me…

Not somewhere that I thought He’d be…

Deep down He’s doing well and fine…

Oh… I need Him all around my life

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

I found Him inside of me…

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

 

I found Him inside of me…

Not somewhere that I thought He’d be…

Deep down He’s doing well and fine…

Oh… I need Him all around my life

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

Yeah, I found Him inside of me…

Love, life, loss… a Christian song

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JUST LOOK UPON THE CROSS

I can’t do this alone, she cried

With tears freely flowing from her eyes

Yesterday, it held promises

And their forever was so clear

Happiness was no fairytale

Oh, this love would never ever end

Now, here she is with a broken heart

And loneliness, her only friend

 

Hearts can break…

But He can make them whole…

Hearts can mourn…

But He can soothe your soul…

So, when you need Him most whenever you feel lost

His love is always true

Just look upon Cross

 

My mom was 92 and my dad was 93

75 years together for their anniversary

And the next day I went by their tiny home

I shouted out their names and found I was alone

Knocking gently on the bedroom door then opening to see

Holding hands in death they’re joined e-tern-ally… and I cried

 

 

Hearts can break…

But He can make them whole…

Hearts can mourn…

But He can soothe your soul…

So, when you need Him most whenever you feel lost

His love is always true

Just look upon Cross

Yes, Hearts can break…

But He can make them whole…

Hearts can mourn…

But He can soothe your soul…

So, when you need Him most whenever you feel lost

His love is always true

Just look upon Cross

His love is always true

Just look upon Cross

His love is always true

Just look upon Cross…

A life lived… a poem

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JOURNEY’S END

It was the shot across the bow that got my attention.

The wakeup call I never wanted to hear.

Life is short enough with obstacles too big to mention.

It’s the elephant in the room that no one is going near.

We laugh and play and carry on without a worry in the world.

Then we grow into adults and wonder where it all went.

And stars still shine as bright across a midnight sky unfurled.

Constellations that we know are Heaven sent.

Once we had bright eyes from which only children know how to see.

Anticipation of what was next inside the paper bag upon the table.

Momma was always there to hold us tight to kiss our knee.

Dad was always there with crushing arms to keep us stable.

Like a distant memory reflected in the wonderment of a baby’s tears.

Once again, we are taken back in time.

And though that time has shortened we still get lost in hopes and fears.

As reality on life’s clock gets set to chime.

I remember, way back when, I thought I’d live to be 100.

Unpolluted mind of what really occurs across one’s life.

Now that mountainous climb I thought unattainable, made and blundered.

Not much longer for me now a sense of strife.

So, quietly I’ll go with hopes I never made come true.

And with me take these dormant dreams I’ve kept inside…

No, I spanned a gap of time and now I bequeath the rest to you.

Time to sit out the dance – journey’s end – my time has come – goodbye.

Pride’s call… a poem

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PRIDE

My distraction in limbo cuts me to the bone

Melancholy seeps through me until it finds itself home

Playfully it jabs my heart that once shone like gold

Lurking demons from without assess the drowning soul

“Come out! Come out!” they yell at me to join their hive-like way

Recruiting for the torture they inflict most everyday

Multitudinous they grow their numbers for the weak cannot resist

Tearing down the very walls of friendship, love and bliss

Theirs is not to hinder what lies deep inside us all

Theirs is but to slash and gash upon the tender…until we fall

We as man hold trophies high above for all to see

The pride of our accomplishment over other human beings

And in that pride, not dormant, is the very seed of sin

Waiting for its chance to steal another from within

And holding high upon the claws that savagely stole away

The very pride for all to see… now their trophy to display

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.” Shakespeare said

With hearts still beating, outward alive, but inside us we are dead

Score another for Beelzebub who lost his favored place

Kicked out of Heaven for his pride…

God put him in his place

 

 

 

Offices… a silly song of work

Cubicles

 

THIS CUBICLE

I sit inside this cubicle all day

Partitioned off by three walls

My mind feels the same way

There’s got to be somewhere I can escape

No, I can’t close a door

No, I have to use some tape

 

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

 

This office space seems just like a machine

Moving pieces people

We recycle because we’re green

So many voices chiming everyday

Keyboards, rat-a-tat-tat-tat

Like machine guns in a way

 

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

 

I hear my name called from another space

I stand to look around

But what I see is my own face

Just another head staring back at me

An office of automatons

What else is there to see

 

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart

This cubicle…

It’s well defined…

This cubicle…

The name plate says it’s mine

Well, if that’s true then why can’t I just tear it all apart

This cubicle…

It’s gonna break my heart