There are times in a man's life
When he must work for what he wants
He must work hard if he is to achieve what he desires
There are times in a man's life
When he must sweat
He must do back breaking labor for little reward
There times in a man's life
When he must suffer
He must endure the pain and injustice of a cruel society
There are times in a man's life
When he must cry
He must grieve when his sorrow burdens him down
There are times in a man's life
When he must stand
He must stand and take charge of his world
There are times in a man's life
When he must love
He must demonstrate the affection and emotion that has nurtured him
At all times in a man's life
He must simply be a man
He must work
He must sweat
He must labor
He must suffer
He must endure
He must cry
He must stand
And he must love
He must love
He must love
Yes, he must love
Copyright 1995
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Time (Part 2)
Time for laughter, time for fun,
Times we had to share.
Precious moments everyone
That now I find so rare.
Time for you I’ll always keep,
With room for still lots more.
With you and me there are no keys,
My heart’s an open door.
It’s time now to go our separate ways,
To spread our wings and fly!
To leave behind our so few days,
It’s time to say good-bye.
As time continues on its march
To times we cannot see.
I hope that deep within our hearts
Our days will ever be.
Copyright 1995
Times we had to share.
Precious moments everyone
That now I find so rare.
Time for you I’ll always keep,
With room for still lots more.
With you and me there are no keys,
My heart’s an open door.
It’s time now to go our separate ways,
To spread our wings and fly!
To leave behind our so few days,
It’s time to say good-bye.
As time continues on its march
To times we cannot see.
I hope that deep within our hearts
Our days will ever be.
Copyright 1995
Time (Part 1)
Time is so important when you have something to do.
It often creeps up on people, sometimes me, sometimes you.
Time is so available unless there’s something on your mind.
Then time is really very hard to find.
There is never enough time for what I want to say or do!
Because there’s never enough time for me to be with you.
Copyright 1995
It often creeps up on people, sometimes me, sometimes you.
Time is so available unless there’s something on your mind.
Then time is really very hard to find.
There is never enough time for what I want to say or do!
Because there’s never enough time for me to be with you.
Copyright 1995
The Seedling (John 12:24/I Corinthians 15:36)
Plant a seed, and watch it die.
Mourn for it, and even cry.
Water it, it still won’t grow.
Wait for it, it still doesn’t show.
Seedling’s gone, it’s gone away
Seems never to return.
All your work is done in vain,
Oh how your soul does yearn.
The winds, they blow and sweep the sand.
The sun appears, to scorch the land.
It seems, that as the sands of time do spend,
The seed will never new fruit bring in.
Seedling’s gone, it’s gone away
Seems never to return.
All your work is done in vain,
Oh how your soul does yearn.
But then alas one faithful day
My eyes beheld a sprout at play!
Dancing in the morning breeze,
Dew drops glistening on its newly formed leaves.
Rejoice oh man and dry your eyes
Your seedling has returned anew!
Although it suffered and it died,
It shall bring forth good fruit to you!
Then all at once my eyes did see,
And the truth of the seed was revealed in me.
How can a seed its good fruit give?
It has to die that it might live.
Rejoice oh man and dry your eyes
Your seedling has returned anew!
Although it suffered and it died,
It has brought forth good fruit to you!
Copyright 1995
Mourn for it, and even cry.
Water it, it still won’t grow.
Wait for it, it still doesn’t show.
Seedling’s gone, it’s gone away
Seems never to return.
All your work is done in vain,
Oh how your soul does yearn.
The winds, they blow and sweep the sand.
The sun appears, to scorch the land.
It seems, that as the sands of time do spend,
The seed will never new fruit bring in.
Seedling’s gone, it’s gone away
Seems never to return.
All your work is done in vain,
Oh how your soul does yearn.
But then alas one faithful day
My eyes beheld a sprout at play!
Dancing in the morning breeze,
Dew drops glistening on its newly formed leaves.
Rejoice oh man and dry your eyes
Your seedling has returned anew!
Although it suffered and it died,
It shall bring forth good fruit to you!
Then all at once my eyes did see,
And the truth of the seed was revealed in me.
How can a seed its good fruit give?
It has to die that it might live.
Rejoice oh man and dry your eyes
Your seedling has returned anew!
Although it suffered and it died,
It has brought forth good fruit to you!
Copyright 1995
The Gift
Life is what you make it
To thine own self be true
Whatsoever you do in life
It shall reflect on you
Spend it wisely
Use it right, each and every day
Live life to the fullest
Each his own way
A human life, a gift from God
To you without any pay
Be thankful you have that precious gift
To live your life today.
Copyright 1995
To thine own self be true
Whatsoever you do in life
It shall reflect on you
Spend it wisely
Use it right, each and every day
Live life to the fullest
Each his own way
A human life, a gift from God
To you without any pay
Be thankful you have that precious gift
To live your life today.
Copyright 1995
The Forest
Sometimes I walk through this forest,
So vast I can not tell.
So dark, as little light does enter
And death lingers in its smell!
The trees are all bent and decaying,
With leaves so blackened with mildew and old.
The still air feels thick and muggy,
But the winds are jagged and cold!
Few animals dare enter this forest,
Except those who rejoice in the dead.
They prowl through the thick mire of the forest…
Seeking some way to be fed!
For men who do enter this forest,
To linger does mean certain doom!
For the beast of the forest will find them,
And they will be theirs to consume.
The beast of the forest are hideous,
Ever stalking; I can feel their cold stares.
Their only goal is to devour me!
Their names are Self-pity, Doubt, Fear and Despair.
As I walk through this morbid forest,
I am suddenly made aware…
That even if I were king of all the Earth
I alone, could not be master here!
Now the darkness grows even thicker in the forest,
As gray clouds begin to cover the sky.
And the air feels even more damper and colder!
And the moon slowly creeps up on high.
The thick mire begins to grab at my ankles!
And my legs intensely ache with each step.
But to rest would mean total destruction!
THE BEASTS!! I can’t stop, no not yet!
Though the cold winds, through the trees, howl “SURRENDER.”
And my so tortured body becomes weak,
I’ll press deeper into this agonizing forest
Because there’s a place of peace here that I seek.
Deep in the middle of the Forest of Sadness
There’s a river of hope and assurance that flows straight through.
Here the beasts and the mire cannot harm me,
It is here that I’ll rest, and wait for you.
Copyright 1995
So vast I can not tell.
So dark, as little light does enter
And death lingers in its smell!
The trees are all bent and decaying,
With leaves so blackened with mildew and old.
The still air feels thick and muggy,
But the winds are jagged and cold!
Few animals dare enter this forest,
Except those who rejoice in the dead.
They prowl through the thick mire of the forest…
Seeking some way to be fed!
For men who do enter this forest,
To linger does mean certain doom!
For the beast of the forest will find them,
And they will be theirs to consume.
The beast of the forest are hideous,
Ever stalking; I can feel their cold stares.
Their only goal is to devour me!
Their names are Self-pity, Doubt, Fear and Despair.
As I walk through this morbid forest,
I am suddenly made aware…
That even if I were king of all the Earth
I alone, could not be master here!
Now the darkness grows even thicker in the forest,
As gray clouds begin to cover the sky.
And the air feels even more damper and colder!
And the moon slowly creeps up on high.
The thick mire begins to grab at my ankles!
And my legs intensely ache with each step.
But to rest would mean total destruction!
THE BEASTS!! I can’t stop, no not yet!
Though the cold winds, through the trees, howl “SURRENDER.”
And my so tortured body becomes weak,
I’ll press deeper into this agonizing forest
Because there’s a place of peace here that I seek.
Deep in the middle of the Forest of Sadness
There’s a river of hope and assurance that flows straight through.
Here the beasts and the mire cannot harm me,
It is here that I’ll rest, and wait for you.
Copyright 1995
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