The Walking Dead

Sword, shield and armor hung next to the front door
In the routine, it's forgotten, left for dust, seen no more
Outside the dragon waits
Suits of Pride it finds and takes

Words of life fill the page
But lay idle on materialistic night stands
Sun and moon cast their shadows through the window shades
While promises written wait to be made

Angels watch and anxiously wait
While we make a choice
And walk away
The heart speaks
Another day

So many lives await
The standard we should take
The authority given
And a choice to make

So until then
We'll let them die daily
Until we choose to be Men!

Let The Coffee Go Cold Tonight

Let the coffee go cold tonight, cause there's something more here
I don't fully understand this, but I'm glad that you're near
I'm not going to refrain from my heart and tuck-tale and hide
Holy Spirit, You've got me surrendered, and I'm enjoying this high

So let the coffee go cold tonight, cause words conversed
are much sweeter than any cup that touches my lips
moments of silence, I find joy in this
so, I'm letting the coffee go cold tonight
it's better like this

The Beautiful Silence

There's a beautiful silence that only we can see
and it came without knowing, the measure it would bring

when audible words hide and fail to be said
a masterpiece-poem for you, fills my head

let me take this silent time
to capture this painting in my head
may it lead the next line
of what must be said

there's a beautiful silence
that only we can hear
a silent note of the heart
a crashendo in our ear

the Author
He guides and He is near
take these silent thoughts
make them beautiful
that we may both hear

there's a beautiful silence now
and I'm so glad it is here

Falling Leaves Bring Thanksgiving

The falling leaf ushered in the chill of winter and none could deny it's presence. The cool air through screened windows, that so recently tickled our nose, is now gone, and the present chill, now contained within outer walls. Color has left these days, and only remains within a memory or creative thought. What will we do to keep merriment alive?
"Give thanks," for this is the time. Sad, how we box in a single day for such. Thanksgiving should walk congruently with our daily life; for page can not contain gratitude. Most days, my mind is like a dump truck that's coming to an abrupt stop and all that it once contained, is now swirling through the air....most of it, junk. Like an "American Picker," it takes time and appreciation to seek out the true gems.
So today, as in everyday that the Lord permits to bless me with, I shall "take time" to seek out, be still and give thanks.
For starters, thanks Dad for "this" day, You didn't have to make it. Thanks for a dreary sky that gives me breath, and leads me to someplace warm. Thanks for this coffee which makes me smile and the creativity that flows as I sip from its cup. Thank You for all those who gather in, and the style they bring; I love to watch Your "Wemicks" gather stars. And speaking of stars, though hidden behind a curtain of grey, they still remain. Thank You for Your faithfulness. As I write, I am warm, my coat at my side and music in my ears. Listen to the violin and the piano play, the gifted lyricists and the songs they sing. The guitar that carries the rhythms of praise....listen, it's all around; I am grateful, I am blessed.
I see the father and son, always together they come...thanks for that. I see two friends embrace for something to me unknown, thank You for that. Artwork on the walls portraying a thought, thank You for that. Laughter of friends and fire in eyes, thank You for that. The barista serving others and the smile she brings, thank You for that. Your word that rests at my side, a promise and the bedrock for my praise, thank You for that.
What will keep merriment alive? For me, giving thanks each of my days. "Cold-chilled winter, bring your sting, for their is a warmth in my heart and upon my lips, a song of praise. Father-Daddy, I love this day." I give thanks.

Fields of Blood

I stood in the fields of blood
took upon the winds, they came
my flesh it burned and the ground gave way
tears, they fell hard into man-made graves
I held onto the Sword and the Name

sands of time shall not re-define
that which was spoken before time
I will not brush off nor cover and hide
the battle scars which reside
upon a this heart and flesh of mine

I've been sent by my King
into the fields of blood
where victory prevails
under the winged-shadow of the Son

No Longer Me Only You

I need a heartbeat, one that beats as Yours. Tired of this tempo, bring me back to Yours.
I'm sick of breathing poison air, a self made oxygen when You're not here.

Burn, let it all burn, I no longer care.

Exhausted of the man-made identity, a non existent character without a pair.

I need a heartbeat, I need to let go
no longer me
only You

Cut me Lord, bleed me out
purify this that chokes
seek it out
I can't run from You
You've found me out
Burn let it all burn, I don't want it anymore

Tired of the lies that chase us down the halls
I need Your pace when all else falls
Crash crash
open these deaf ears that they may hear the call

I need a heartbeat, I need to let go
no longer me
only You

For I can't run no more if You're not all in me
a choice I must choose
a choice You must see
all for You
none of me

I need a heartbeat, I need to let go
no longer me
only You
no longer me
only You

A Love That Remains

Roads are made to be traveled, a beginning and an end
Blank pages waiting purpose, chapters written, a story made
Windows and doorways open and sway, hinges broken, stained
Hearts beat, bleed, break, betray
Perfect Love forgives, rebuilds, never quits, always stays