I feel as though
I’ve been living my life,
living my faith
contained in a box.
Jesus,
release me,
Jesus,
untie me,
Jesus,
open my box.
I long to live for you.
WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Friday, July 23, 2004
Go With Me
I want to take you
with me
on that day of judgment
that day when we rise
rise to meet our Maker
our Creator
our Savior
when we meet out Maker
I want you to go with me
on that day
with me
on that day of judgment
that day when we rise
rise to meet our Maker
our Creator
our Savior
when we meet out Maker
I want you to go with me
on that day
Friday, July 16, 2004
I see
Why is it I don’t care?
Why did it take me so long to see?
He is everything I want and
My best friend as well.
Why is it I don’t care?
I miss him horribly,
I want him to come home.
I’m lonely and miss my friend.
But why did it take me so long to see?
I want to talk to him,
Not just his voice mail.
He would put me in a better mood, you see.
I want to talk to him
And say what?
That I see.
Why did it take me so long to see?
He is everything I want and
My best friend as well.
Why is it I don’t care?
I miss him horribly,
I want him to come home.
I’m lonely and miss my friend.
But why did it take me so long to see?
I want to talk to him,
Not just his voice mail.
He would put me in a better mood, you see.
I want to talk to him
And say what?
That I see.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
The Friend
I say to you my friend,
Will you pick me up
When I fall?
You respond that it depends
How far I fall.
I say to you my friend,
Do you see what it is I've become
Will you help me?
You look at me and do not see
You look right through me.
I look at you, my friend,
And see
I have nothing to hope for in you.
I say to You my Friend,
Will You help me up
When I stumble?
You answer me,
I will guide your steps, so you do not stumble.
I say to You my Friend,
Do You see how I have strayed,
grown away from You?
You still regard me as an old friend,
And pull me into an eternal embrace.
I look to You, my Friend,
And see
I have everything to hope for in You.
Will you pick me up
When I fall?
You respond that it depends
How far I fall.
I say to you my friend,
Do you see what it is I've become
Will you help me?
You look at me and do not see
You look right through me.
I look at you, my friend,
And see
I have nothing to hope for in you.
I say to You my Friend,
Will You help me up
When I stumble?
You answer me,
I will guide your steps, so you do not stumble.
I say to You my Friend,
Do You see how I have strayed,
grown away from You?
You still regard me as an old friend,
And pull me into an eternal embrace.
I look to You, my Friend,
And see
I have everything to hope for in You.
*Bonjour et Accueillir*
Bonjour et accueillir à mon blog. J'ai pensé je donnerais cette chose un essayer...influenced par joseph. Oui, je sais c'est en français, Je suis plutôt amusé par la langue française, bien que j'ai failli échouer la classe cette année passée.