-worship-

Sitting on this bed

Slowly filled with led

with a word floating down to me

A whispered wake up call

Push my dreams to fall

And sly complacency

Looking back to what

I fear was never luck

Was calling back to me

But I ran years away

Just From a solumn day

When my loves came here to sing

Their trite slow eulogy

And propose You marry me

And a joy invades my chest

To be the bride to be

A growing life to see

And ending in your rest

All That I see,

what you want it seems

Is just a little help

But news that screams to me

"how can a blind man see"

Was dead, now washed free.

tryin poetry,

it seems concise to me

but rhyme is just a word

Praising as an end

so throw an ear to lend

And grow from things just heard

no expert on the field

with a heart, soul to yield.

And well, that's all you need.

-trust-

-trust-

Simply just fall.
Is that so hard for you?
Or is the falling
Solely for sleep in an verbose surrounded pew
I just want to speak
Quiet enough to be heard
A screech of deafness
That imparts to the learned
Or so they think with a paper and hat
Well how about that
While I spoke universe into being
With, a, single, word.
So fall again, come on, just try!
Don't let thine fear come along your side
Whisper sweet vanities of safety aquired
By doing nothing.
So just lay in my hold,
Without waver
Is that why you call me your God
Saviour?
Drown in my words, never alone
Grant your heart; filled with shalom
Because I can be trusted. See?
My Pleas are small, finite prayers that hope to succeed
And what mine is for you:
To fall into the trusting arms of God
Not a deep stagnant sleep on a pew.

-Jealous Grace-

You take my struggle, you make it yours
Your take your love and show it more
You take my faults shored up with pain
You pour your blood and hate washes like rain

Sweet forgiveness, freedom complete
Never will I fall out of your reach
In the depths that I hide, you are there
You Burn down my pernicious affair

And now I find you as my friend
Your Perfect love never ends

I spit in your face
You rip off my sin
Slowly at times
I wish I could win
He don't give up
And He don't give In
He won't stop til he turns me from within
Hallejuyah

Chains and hurt do not remain
In your arms there's no pain
Forgive my week disdain
Crowns to your feet Ive lain

Glory to you
All praise is due
Glory to you
All praise is due

-Masterpiece-

My Dreams and hopes, they fall away
When I sit in your presence and you display
A lump of clay and the future that's gonna be
But I stare in shock and can't really speak
How your working, what you are making complete
the portrait in Your head, that I can't see

So I sit, and I wait, And I hear

That, you got a plan for me
That I cannot see, just yet
But that's alright
Your art to be
That's not complete, just yet
Your light's still burning bright

The easy comes and I wish it to stay
But the hard times come and push it away
And start to forget how the plan is suppose to be
The pain and strife seems to rip it apart
The trash and the sin that blocks inside my heart
And The sight comes near, now it's time to breathe
The tough is here to make this clear:
"I've screwed up, I've failed and I'm stuck right here"
But all is not lost, and you speak the words to me...

Sent from my iPod

-Anger-
I can't get with this
even with them in their place
they plan to fund murder
and then expect to find grace
I think not and I'm coming to see
that Americas God is clear to be
shown and glorified in all abomination
while the army of Christ shows no relation
to what they've planned and hoped and dreamed
because God was not in their sceme.
Sadness bulks in the pit of my heart
that this law could ever become apart
of our nation "In God We Trust"
but in our minds we say "Leave God to rust"
throw it aside and remove yourself away
but all God will know to say
"I do not know you for you hated me
and from my love all you did was flee
Love I am but Injust I am not
so join those guys in the melting pot and finally goodbye, well
just join America as it goes to hell.

-tangentism-

hello my darling, I missed you so
with your solumn grim and glow
the clouds so proud blocked out the sight
of plasma cascading into beautiful light
how I wish I could touch you
and draw from your heart
and become like a constellation right from the start
but I am destined here just to watch
shocked from afar like Sasquatch
sighting that are of no concern
but the scientist speak and then I learn
that no belch of the cosmos will discern
a mass of beauty none to know
you closely but One who makes the snow
and counts the sand and reads my soul
and cares for each need for that is His role,
so delight in Him and and joy in Him
or lift of a song or oldest of hymns
for it is all His, and his to own
for as He sits on his glorious throne
not looking up or to His side
but humbly to His feet, He spots the bride
droping crowns and millions at worst
just to beseech the Living Water of our thirst
and be fulfilled.
But the thirst is what draws, pulls us to Jesus
so that the world's pleasures will never please us
but recieve hurts from being a christian
and go to the loving great physician
sit on His lap, get some love
and then fall into the embrace from above
melt in his presence in his grace
and lose your mind while searching for his face...

-Atmosphere of Grace-

Wondering waves, peace crashes down
Grace oozes on Gods people all around
Nothing compares, the word is felt
The love of our Lord, makes our heart just melt
He forms that shapeless goo and has his way
And then his will is ours and ours to stay,
The sheep wait, rest and hear his word
and when he points, they run, as the herd
Sweet aquiesence
Its all in the blood
When sin quietly agrees
As its thrown into the mud
While we stand, holy clean and humble
the saviors coming is heard with a rumble 
''I AM VICTORIOUS and I AM God'
His people are his scepter and glorious rod
No will attempt, to even start to dream
How life without this Lighf could ever seem
Lifeless and painful
And nothing to show
but On that glorious day where our faces will glow
As we watch and stare as our filth burns up
And all thats left is a pure gold cup
That pours praise and worship from the lips of the saints
That no man's sin will ever taint
And His kingdom will be forever and ever
with absolutely no end
And the coming paradise that is too good  for us lowly sheep to comprehend.
But soon, and oh so soon

We will gather together to behold

In our newly donned bodies

 the streets of gold

And we'll look far back

And even if that, if we would ever want to

And see the things that filled our lack of "meaning" and "want to's"  

And it'll all be in vain

Except for what really came

To benefit the kingdom of god 

And I'll want to abstain

From being untame

And return to being His rod.

For that's our place, giving him glory

And if you say otherwise, go read a story

Of Gods will for us and you'll see you're wrong

So join me as I finish this psalm

Glory to God and Bless his holy name

Because that's is our goal, one in the same.

Sent from my iPod

-love-

In honor of vday.

Love is a word the world strangly defines
But The Bible shows it is heavenly devine
So let's understand what God does say
so I can show people Love everyday.

Love is patient, love is kind.
His love should be Godly, maybe a poet with rhymes :)
It does not envy, it does not boast,
Let him be humble to be your uttermost
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
Let him be polite when together you're meeting
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Let him praise your beauty in the lovely of songs
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
Let him cherish you like Boaz,
being his Ruth
It always protects, always trusts,
His care won't fade and break with rust
always hopes, always perseveres.
Let his life, to Jesus, always cohear.

Sent from my iPod

-season for all-

The coming and going
its all in the plans
but the sobbing and crying
we might not understand
loss has a reason
but the task seems tall
but there is a season
and a season for all

Ray was kind, an example of hope
the structure, the leader, holding onto the rope
love abounding for all that he knew
and love for all those unencountered and new
And now In Heaven, where he's chillin is right now
He's running to Jesus as fast as he allows
I know he is STANDING big bright and tall
because he knows there is a season and a season for all

Callie, "pappaw", was frugal, strong and smart
fixing things to save his cash from going to the mart
and when we were bored and had just nothin' to do
he pulled out the "tractor train"
while we screamed "whoo hoo!"
Hanna proudly sung as loud as she could
keeping my balance as I sat on the wood
You had to leave us when I was a young teen
but as you walked into heaven I wish I could've seen
you fall on your knees as you heard the call
there's a season for everything
a season for all

Dedicated to people who have answered the call
only to leave an example for us all
about what love is and how to love God
and as we see I bet He applauds.

-selah-

in His hand are the depths of the earth
and the mountains peaks belong to him
You forgave the iniquity of your people
and you came and covered all of their sin
when I am in distress you answer me
for you my Lord have comforted me

you cover me in your loving care
you shield me from my own despair
and running from you,I fear I dare
just ruined and wounded in disrepair

but it ain't gotta be like that
with the cycle of grace and then retract
because all the dirt I throw on myself
won't cause me to be removed of the shelf
of restoration and the hope of a purer heart
"I'm not there yet but Im past the start"

Godly, no
cleaning, yeah
Potters clay
molded here

-wonderland-

Crystals oh more valueable than jewelry
like God playing around with ice as his archery
white bliss falling repelling
my word fails with spelling
the adjectives that cannot comprehend
this joy, my glorious end of man?
no, but the one who weaves it all
the sky shows his love and quiet call
through entertaining the world in all it's tar
You give us pure white laying on my car
the stars are jealous with light
trying to compete with a beautiful sight
anticipation runs over in a dash
when the rain stops and the snowy lash
of grace falls and vain to curse it
so I sit back, reflect and begin to worship
because that's what You want
not my crap or my jokes
you want my love and affection
a vessel dirty and broke
but the sin is deep, hurt too far
but what You know, it's never too hard
snow to God, strange comparison
I say no, just worthy love and affection.

-redemption-

Everyday I fall and sin
Why do I let satan in?
The punishment is clear to see
But someway, it's not affecting me
Thoughts, lies, and foolish things
What death and pain can this all bring?
A lot is what I've come to know
But all I eat is a helping of crow
When I want know, hurts what I do
And what I do, brings hurt to you

Your love and grace is not for play
But forgiveness I ask today
White like snow I want to be
Through Christ's blood, you rescue me.

-tarrying presipitation-

sparkling all bright in the sun
beauty left to be undone
into the sky from whence it came
the puddles of the fallen rain
floods, pains, concerns in mind
im just hoping this will rhyme
in all that's said in all of time
puddles in the sun is a favorite of mine
prose and free verse on my mind
conformity and rip offs will not be me
breaking of from reality because
I am strange
but strange in the positive
completely incomparitive
because who else would care to muddle
in a poem riddled about puddles?
that'd be me.

-rain-

as I ride think and speculate
at the ground that's not going to dehydrate
and the pessimists that hate the rain
I know their downer words are vain
for God has blessed the earth I think
with a chance to recieve a needed drink
as they their hope is filled with doubt
I'm just glad were not in a drought
giant puddles form in my way
I splash and ponder as I play
and random thoughts fill my brain
as I enjoy Gods own rain.
(this was written hours before it started flooding in town)

-Sunday morning-

am I decieved?
the moon is out
when I start to leave
the sun is tardy
and I miss it's rays
starting out on this dark "day"
even though, I sit in the car
with my stuff and a cold guitar
nothing to fear nor words to say
because this is the day the Lord has made
moving with speed we trek on to church
to seek my makers face,to look, to search
nevertheless, all will see
that it's all worth (not to you) to me
because that's when I will see
Gods loving hands completing me.

Sent from my iPod

-midnight-

is it all I dare
to just sit and stare
into skys that never change
or is it worse enough
that all handi-cuffs
are placed gently on the floor?
I think and say
that all I may
create here is a dream
but nevertheless,
a dream I guess
is something not unseen?
questions questions
said into air
but not enough will to ask them
my maker my God
is no facade
and dreams will come just to have them

-creativity-

Inspiration
it comes and goes
the art with growth
or waste it goes

insignificance
all I know
is nothing is small
in the eyes of Dios

windfall of life
ideas glalore
but when I have nothing
I just write some more

some just feel
they don't have a voice
but when they get a chance
all will rejoice

at the feet of the king
I will fall
struggle and earth
I'll forget them all
no more I'll look for rhymes
the words and song with fly and climb
all will cease and look and stare
as I fly and leave for another somewhere

-slamming the skins-

the thumps and cracks
that seem to lack
order and system
comes through the cracks
in my house's vents.
I walk briskly on downstairs
in the dark, I intently stare
til I walk into something quiet painful
( a broken stair I might add)
but no matter to me
(as you can see)
that my mission is to reach
the beast of all beats
the drum set I surround
and begin to arouse my tools and tricks of the trade
two skinny worn drum sticks destined to hit miss and improve my skills with my stay.
they accompany my hands as an extension of my body to make glorious music to the King
my parents know it's noise and smile and joy to the throne it brings
blast beats breakdowns and with speed I will play
enjoying every second, some praise to display
no matter, to all that desire and care
when you want to know what task I am to bear
as I shut all doors with care
you will hear me run downstairs.

unity in the pits

unity in the pits

orphans crying
anyone there?
the one that saves them
has been in the same nightmare
abandoned and left with nothing to own
but in that same place, victory is shown
as they scream in their prayers
'save me from this dark affair'
but if you hear nothing else, hear this
I want unity with You in the pits.

blessings fall with a glorious sound
then hardship comes and no hope to be found
darkness comes, is there light to see?
relearning to walk to love to breathe
but that is when He shows who he is
he shows unity with you fallen in the pits

I sit on my back wishing for a Cadillac
that will take me far away a place to backtrack
but nothing comes and I begin to ask
'why Lord is this happening to me'
a reply comes 'so that you will see'
whether rejoicing in victory or taking all the hits
I want to rest in unity with you in the pits.

above pressure

understand that?
is my size unsatisfactory to you and
your ideals of aristocrats?
should I be ashamed of that?
I say no, screw that
pardon my French but
I take pride in my extra stat
ure and chivalry
I do not fall for sluts and scatilly clad women that are in ruts
I look for my Esther
like my ancestor
give me purity!
and soundness of mind
that my gift will be recieved and responded with the like
white silk
praising my God
with joy, enjoyment and love
flowing adoration and explosive exhortation
no one will be mistaken
my God is amor and alone in his beautification
you see him?
do you comprehend
blood and water flowing for life to lend?
but no, to take
as an lake of grace
I AM SINKING. in a gift in place
of my insecurities and disgrace
"made in my image" - I hear you say
but in sin and guilt is all I repay
but to my repentance I come again
and to purity I regain.