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
Living it is much harder
Every day I hope for this to end
Yet it remains
There is a day the pain will end
At the end of all it will be gone
Till then
Or till I end
Pain remains with its cruel delight
And the worst part of it all
Is it could have been different
If I was not me
Oh, what did I expect
I knew different
Than what I wanted to believe
Pain pain go away
Never come back another day
Yet I have a sure hope
A sure day to come
Waiting for that sure day
The day to come.
by Bob with
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”
I still look for you
In everything that I do
Though I know that it’s real
I look for you still
When I’m all alone I see your face
I watch your beauty, absorb your grace
Looking in your eyes I see your soul
Keeping that view is my heartfelt goal.
I’m crazy to hope and still I do
That one day again I will see you
I still look for you
In everything that I do
Though I know that it’s real
I look for you still
Everywhere that I am I think I see
Oh beautiful you to set me free
Why should I live in the cell
Of not knowing you are well
I die every day, I long to know
That you have said don’t let go
I still look for you
In everything that I do
Though I know that it’s real
I look for you still
A way for different ends
Possibly lifelong friends
With shared talks dear
Being appropriately near
Dear One still set aside
Only on you can You Know abide
I look for you still
And I always will
by Bob with
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,
You, oh wondrous Lord,
Have poured Yourself into me,
Because of Your great love,
Therefore, I cannot,
Settle for less.
When I opposed You,
You loved me.
As I ran from You,
You ran backward,
In front of my every step,
So that I would see,
The love in Your eyes,
So that I could see,
That You see me,
And understand me,
And that,
You know me.
From eternity past,
You have loved me.
How great are your ways,
So far beyond mine!
Even in my limited knowledge,
Of Your infinite being,
I cannot fully describe the
Splendor and glory
Of Your love and,
Who You are.
I can receive You,
Deep into my spirit,
And yet my tongue,
Cannot explain,
The knowledge that You,
Have poured into me.
I indeed am a needy soul,
Needy for You!
In this confession,
Freedom lifts me,
Up into the wonders,
Of Your heavenly universe,
And beyond,
Into Your glorious presence.
When with You,
I am not longer terrestrial,
But in Your hand,
I become, by Your hand,
Celestial,
For I am Yours.
I release myself,
All that I am,
That I might receive,
More of You.
Beyond the grasp
Of the mind,
My spirit receives
And holds onto
You.
I am a needy soul.
Needy for You!
In that is bliss and
Steadfast peace.
I am needy for Your Lord,
You are all I need,
I need You!
Thank You!
by Bob withI 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 rich blessings of God.
Freely I received,
Freely I am required to give.
May I be an open channel,
And not a dam.
by Bob with
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 you.
To reach out and touch you and see your smile,
To hang out with you forever, forever for a while.
When your face looks at me and turns on its light
I’ll be struck deep in the heart with you in my sight
Hello Love, can you hear me tonight?
If you can hear me then everything’s alright.
You’re right there in front of me, I see your face so clear,
And yet I know I hurt because you’re really not near.
Oh sweet beauty, you make your deep magic in me,
Everything else disappears cause your smile sets me free.
Waterfalls so beautiful to see and to hear,
Wanna know the mist from us being near.
Wanna know the mist from us being near.
IHS 5-14-20
by Bob withNothing 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 it happened
From a friendly face
Kryptonite was found
In what I trusted
Instantly I sensed
My weakening
In an instant
It was too late
I thought I could
Fight the power
Of the Kryptonite
I deceived only
Myself
Or was I
Deceived
Perhaps I was willing
To surrender
To fall down
And die
To stay near to
Kryptonite
That instantly became
Dear
My heart reached
And grabbed for
What would hurt me
What would kill me
But I could not stop
Desiring to be close
To Kryptonite
No fool like
An old fool
No cure for
Kryptonite
And even if
There were
I wouldn’t take it
Kryptonite is within me now
Forever
Never to be
Released
I would rather live
With the pain
Then be healed
Forever Kryptonite
Lives within my heart
My very soul
Sweet, sweet Kryptonite
Oh Dear Sweet Kryptonite
You’ve changed my blood
My heart now beats
A different rhythm
Dear Kryptonite
Till my last gasp,
I can see you
Till my last breath
You are with me
Though in reality
You left
Long ago
9-21-19
by Bob withGazing up to the stars
The face of God looks back,
It is both frightening and peace giving,
Both breath-taking and
Heart-calming.
by Bob withWounded 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
And my mind
Oh no, I had hoped
It was gone
But the wound is open
Again
Then he taunts me
During this life
I will be his prey
He puts the knife back in
And turns it
Then he again hisses
A dreaded accusation
Useless
For so many reasons
Useless
I begin to sink
I cower away
I shrink back
My mind reels
Yet, this time
This time is different
Oh, I have been sliced
But I no longer believe
The accusations
I set aside the pain
To believe a truth
To believe The Truth
Truth that heals and soothes
A product of enduring love
Whispering to my soul
Singing in my heart
Reality in my mind
Is this Truth
Surpassing the sensation
Of the slice
Blocking the sounds
Of accusations
I am loved
On that final day
Only that will matter
I have value to Him
If the world casts me aside
It is His estimation of me
That sustains me
Forever
IHS 7-8-19
by Bob withYeah, 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 will not blink!
When the lion roars,
I smile back at him.
Smelling the souls on his breath,
I know,
Mine will never be one of them.
When the others faint,
Because the lion is fierce,
I stand on solid ground,
Dug in deep,
Strongly supported,
By Him.
I stand,
From standing I advance,
There is no cry that will be,
Heard from me.
I believe more in what I cannot see,
Than what I can see.
The devil approaches,
So what?
God is with me,
I will not stop going forward,
I will not back down,
Because of the Lord.
So as far as circumstances,
So what?
by Bob withSilly 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.
No more flapping, no more sky,
I think the silly bird did die.
IHS
6-11-98