WHERE I AM… a song

man holding card with seeking human kindness text

I now know that my God loves me

Because he sent you here to free me

You’re the only one to see me where I am

People passing by turn from me

Walking quickly to avoid me

Never ever recognizing where I am

But there is hope on my horizon

Just as sure as the sun is rising

And now I know that there is hope for one more day

(Chorus)

See me, oh see me

Wrap your arms around me

Hold me close to let me know that I’m okay

Free me, oh free me

From the world that never sees me

Help me get back upon my feet and walk away

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When you hit bottom that is all

You find there’s no safe place to fall

So, you just close your eyes and pray that it will end

Losing all hope is way too easy

Can’t I find someone to see me

To open up my eyes and search the world again…

They say there’s love that’s all around us

But I can’t seem to find it here

How do I look through heavy laden eyes of pain

There was a time that I was strong

But now that time is so long gone

Brother won’t you help me find my way again

(Repeat chorus)

See me, oh see me

Wrap your arms around me

Hold me close to let me know that I’m okay

Free me, oh free me

From the world that never sees me

Help me get back upon my feet and walk away

Help me get back upon my feet and walk away

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GUIDING LIGHT… a poem

Landscape, Fire, Summer, Sommerfest

With flint in hand on this cool Autumn night

I strike a great spark and hope that it’s right

Dried out leaves, twigs and logs for a fire

To keep out the cold in a soul that is dour

And the light of this flame that will burn in the night

Guiding the forgotten and those who took flight

Bringing in all who have lost their way

With blind love and warmth at the end of the day

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Humanity… a poem

 
Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
Wondered the streets alone
He was a simple and quiet old man
His features like toppling stone
No one could understand him
When words did escape his lips
While some would laugh and tilt their heads
Others laid hands on hips
With head hung low like the setting sun
Fiddlebrock heads for home
An appliance box with newspaper floor
Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow
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