The Hardest Year

Warm spring winds are beginning to blow
Through all our favorite places dear,
The winter was mild, yet harsh without you
Its so hard to believe it's been a year.

All your things are still where you left them
I haven't the heart to take them away,
They can't stay forever, I understand
Eventually I'll try, but not today.

I sit and remember your beautiful face
So often I studied its every line,
Concerned you would question my awkward gaze
How could someone so lovely even be mine.

I miss your wit, the way you would laugh
As we cuddled by the light of the fire,
We could talk and talk, for hours and hours
And not even begin to get tired.

Now your laughter is gone, and so is your flame
Nothing left but a cold, quiet space,
The only comfort I have, at this stage of the game
Is, they've told me your in a much better place.

I've got my job, my dog and my family
And some friends, to help me get through,
I could gather all the people in the world, around me
But no one could replace, what I had with you.

The Other Side of Yesterday

You saw your time was coming,
So you started to get ready,
But you didn't get ready fast enough.

You should have gotten ready,
You knew your end was coming,
But you always thought that you were good enough.

Now you're standing on the outside,
Wishing you were inside,
Wondering why you had to be so tough.

Now you wish that you had listened,
When they tried and tried to tell you,
But all you did was shake your head and laugh.

So, the time that you had always taken for granted,
Is now the time that you let slip away,
And the only time that you have left to spend,
Is the time on the other side of yesterday.

My Mission

As I fell asleep, praying for the lost of the world,
I had a dream in which, all of Heaven was unfurled.
The air there was thick with peace and joy,
The singing of praises, the only noise.

The memories of sin, disappear at the gate,
Temptations, jealousies, fear and hate
Are gone and forgotten from here evermore,
No place for such things, in the presence of the Lord.

Words can't describe the beauty I see,
But as much as my view of Heaven thrills me
I look past it all, to search for the One,
Who sits at the right hand of the Father's throne.

The One who laid down His life for His friends,
The One who washed away all of our sins.
Obedient even unto death on a cross,
He came to save us, no matter the cost.

My eyes find His, I fall to my knees,
There's so much to say, but I can't even speak.
I lie down, prostrate, silent, still,
Eternally grateful for Calvary's hill.

A soft hand touches mine, as the Lord says "Come",
An angel is leading me to the Father's throne.
We walk past angels and elders and saints,
All bowing, and shouting, giving Him praise.

As we approach the throne, I begin to bow down,
He says " You'll not be here long, so listen for now,
I need you to go back and tell them Heaven's real,
And remind them of what happened on Calvary's hill.

They need to hear the truth, and they need to hear it often,
Without My Word before their face, their hearts will never soften.
Be bold and never fear, and always live it well,
It hurts to see so many, that are blindly going to Hell."

Then He said, "It's time to go, I'll see you soon My child,
You'll be coming back for good, in just a little while."
With that the angel took my hand, and led me to the gate,
And in an instant, I was in bed, lying there awake.

Whether there in spirit, or in a dream, I cannot truly say,
But the message that He showed me, is still with me today.
This message is my mission, and I mean to see it through,
The world can't live without it, they need to hear the truth.

See The Love Of God

Beauty on the outside
In the eyes of the world,
A perfect example
Devout and pure.

Doing enough to look good
But still falling short,
Your actions speak holiness
But listen to your heart.

Your outward man walks proudly
While your heart is hard as stone,
You're like a painted tomb
Still full of dead men's bones.

You live on your reputation
You rely on your good name,
You love all of the attention
You revel in the fame.

You think you're in control
Of everything you do,
You don't need any help
From the loving God that made you.

But He'll let you live your life
Until you reach the place,
That you realize you were wrong
And you cry, and seek His face.

Now He will get the glory
For the good things that you do,
And the world will see the Love of God
Every time they look at you.

The Fan

Whirling blades of steel
Pushing air
Here and there.

Always turning round
Fun to watch
Not to touch.

Taken for granted
Easy to find
In any size.

Hung from the ceiling
It looks very grand
For a lowly fan.

Mounted on a stand
You can have it
Where you want it.

The ordinary fan
What a story
It's very boring.

Call Me Christian

I am told by everyone I see today,
To carefully pick the words I say,
Don't say that Jesus is the only way,
You may not like the price you'll have to pay.

Our government, from the President down,
And wise men, wherever they may be found,
Want to find me guilty, without making a sound,
And if they had their way, I'd wear a thorny crown.

Tolerance and equality, are the songs the leaders sing,
I must agree with everyone, and believe in anything,
The words of love I speak to them, are like a scorpion's sting,
But they need to know the reason, for this hope to which I cling.

The time is quickly coming, and soon shall surely be,
When the One that I have longed for, will come to rescue me,
For by faith I have believed on Him who, as yet, I have not seen,
And expect to see my home in Heaven, He has built there just for me.

Oh come now unbelievers, to the cross of Calvary,
Where Christ will wash away your sins, His blood will set you free,
He'll give to you a robe of white, His face at last you'll see,
These treasures will be yours, my friends, if you will only now believe.

Our Modern Gospel (a sarcastic rant)

Jesus died to save me from financial ruin.
He wants me to have a nice car and a nice suit.
He gave up His life so my hair could be perfectly coiffed,
And my church could have 40,000 paying members.

Jesus hung on the cross so my kids would be pretty.
His desire is that they go to the best private schools.
He suffered in agony so I would never go hungry,
And that I would have everything I need to be comfortable.

Jesus shed His blood so I could sing cool songs on Sunday.
He loves for me to be well known in the right places.
He sits at the Father's right hand to hear what I have to say,
And make sure I get all that I asked for.

In Jesus Name, Amen.