Category: Prose

Praises and thoughts about God and thoughts about life. Sometimes just something that I, stress on I, find amusing.

Waterfall 5

One day The day, I didn’t think would come I hoped wouldn’t come And yet, here we are So long ago the day The product of many I should have feared the day I should have guarded against I broke when it came, But brokenness traveled two streets So remembering the day is not hard…

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Waterfall 4 – I Still Look For You  

I still look for you In everything that I do Though I know that it’s real I look for you still   And when I can’t see, My ears listen for what frees My mind imagines that you’re here Releasing all my fear That I hear when you say “I’ve come back, back to stay”…

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Needy Soul

Lord God, oh tender, And mighty Savior, I am a needy soul, Self-sufficiency is lie, From the enemy who, Doesn’t care what we believe, Or whom we believe in, As long as it is not You, And Your Gospel, Prods me to depend, On self, Yet I refuse for I know, Self-sufficiency is an illusion,…

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Open Channel

I am owed nothing, I owe everything. To no man do I owe, To every man I owe. For all my blessings I praise God, And Him foremost. My blessings belong not only to me, But also to others, and this I owe. May I be a an open channel, To others, Of the daily…

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Today, Forever For Awhile

  Hello Love, can you hear me tonight? If you can hear me then everything’s alright. I gotta lot to talk to you from the heart, More importantly in talking you gotta do your part. Cuz I want you to know me better than you do. And  my soul grows so much by better knowing…

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Kryptonite

Nothing can hurt me, I’m impervious to the attacks Walking on any street Not worrying about being Attacked or beat Bring it on I think Man or woman I can use jiu-jitsu Borrowed from Him To turn it around Not afraid from Assault from Right or left No need to worry Says me And then…

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It’s Different Now

Wounded I bleed I feel the warm blood As it slides down my body To drip onto and mingle with The dirty floor It is not new to me It is a slice wound Inflicted by my enemy Using different tools Whenever the wound begins To heal He cuts it again Pain mortifies my body…

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So What?

Yeah, I’ve been hit. So what? Yeah, the Lion roared In my face. So what? I have smelled on his breath, The stench of rotting souls. So what is that to me? His roar was so loud, I almost went deaf. So what? In the face of the lion, I stare into His face, I…

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In Memory of a Pigeon

Silly bird flew too low, Thinking about where he was to go. He took no thought of low or high,  Just flapping across the open sky. But soon the bird dropped to low, Dropping to where my van must go. Don’t you know my heart turned to mud, To hear and see the pigeon thud.…

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