My life is perfect;
I have no fears.
No qualms or worries,
No sighs, no tears.
While others fret
And have their crises,
I do not care;
I do my own thing.
I did it all
With my own sweat.
No help from others,
With no regret.
I don’t need God;
He’s for the weak.
My own glory
Do I seek.
But there’s one thing
I must admit.
It’s kind of lonely
Where I sit.
The redwood took
Two hundred years
To get so tall.
It took so long,
No one could tell
That it was strong.
Meanwhile,
The flowers around,
They were so proud.
But, their beauty great
Was quick to fade:
It was too late.
And still the redwood,
It did grow,
Though it was slow.
And now, the flowers,
They are gone,
But the redwood lives.
So happy for you
That you’ve found your way,
But while I’m still waiting,
I hope that you can say,
“Take courage, be strong.
It may be short, it may be long.
Don’t lose heart, make a new start
Every day.”
While you smile in triumph
Don’t forget the ones
Who still have a long way to go.
They got late to the show;
They didn’t know the things you knew
When you were young.
For some, one step
Takes tremendous strength,
While you have already run the race,
Or you’re near the end.
Of course, it takes grace.
Don’t let me wallow in self-pity.
My gifts may be different than yours,
But still God-given.
Please just recognize
That to win the prize
It’s a different road for each person.
But I must thank you
For who you are.
Although it’s painful to see
Someone who’s always ahead of me,
How else could I grow?
Thanks for taking the time
To share your wisdom sublime.
Life goes on, life goes on
Even when you thought it gone,
Even when you tried so hard
To shut it out and want it done.
It has a way of oozing out,
To make you cry,
To make you shout —
Life goes on.
I wonder if I really tried
To fully live and not to hide —
I wonder if I laughed and cried,
Would life go on?
If people knew my inner thoughts,
Would life go on?
If sometimes I would just express
Some tenderness,
Would it embarrass?
If honestly I said my piece,
And calmly thoughts I did release
With love, respect,
But would it still
Cause some regrets?
Does anybody want the truth?
Or would they rather have deceit?
Would they want to sugar coat
And keep our friendship on remote?
And even I
Might tell a lie
When fear is crouching
At my door.
But while there’s life there’s hope;
It’s not a joke.
Come sweet sleep, awareness take;
Let heavy eyelids close their gates.
Let all my cares be put to bed —
Tomorrow they’ll be there instead.
Snores and sighs and murmurings;
Tossings, turnings, vivid dreams —
Let the shade of sleep be drawn
Until another day’s new dawn.
Where goes my soul when I do dream?
Unconscious in a sense I seem,
Yet living in another land
Of fantasies and fleeting scenes.
While in it’s slumber, mind does mend
The conflicts that my heart do rend,
And somehow then when I awake
A fresh perspective do I take.
Oh, so great a Savior
Who shed His blood for me,
Who loves beyond all measure
And hung upon a tree.
Who washed the feet of creatures
With dirt and sin defiled,
Who saw in me, a sinner,
A soul to save worthwhile.
Who in most-desperate persons
Sees holiness and good;
The thief, the whore, the tax man
With Him to heaven could.
O holy One and mighty
So great a price You paid.
Endured abuse from sinners
And in the grave was laid.
Oh, mighty, glorious Savior,
Who from the grave emerged
Victorious over satan,
And new my soul has birthed.
The song of the train’s whistle
Through my window:
It’s like summer in my mind.
Smiles break out
And there’s plenty to eat,
And plenty of time.
When the flowers bloom,
Grim faces begin to relax.
Death has been defeated
One more time;
The winter’s grip is passed.
Though it’s not summer yet,
I can live it in my mind.
If I could only give my heart,
Tell those I love how much they mean.
And anger only shows I care;
To disagree does not mean hate.
If I could give a sunlit song
A calming balm, a hand so strong.
If I could tell each one I meet
How precious is their soul, and sweet.
One day I’ll learn to speak my mind
To honest be, and still be kind.
To let myself be hurt once more
And tell the tale of endless love.
Why do I suffer?
Why do I fall?
Is it a lack of something within?
Is it a deafness, blindness, sin?
Is it my fault,
A weakness large?
Is it an ignorant, stubborn heart?
Or perhaps all these,
Seized on to torment,
By an enemy fierce
Who confusion foments?
Your grace do I seek;
I am utterly weak.
My eyes cannot see;
My ears wrongly hear.
Help me to trust
In You — that I must.
Empty without You,
Bereft of all things,
Nothing to offer,
Nothing to bring.
Only a skel’ton,
A frame without flesh,
A small, empty vessel —
Without peace, without rest.
Until You do fill me,
Until You bring grace,
Until You infuse me —
I need Your embrace.
You tear back the curtains,
You dissipate dust,
You melt all the misty,
You fill up my cup.
You bring into focus
What once was unclear.
The picture once blurry
I face without fear.
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