Page of Eternity

Oh Lord my god,

How majestic is your name.

That By your hand,

the stars are set in place.

yetWho am I, that you would think of me?

a speck on the page of eternity.

The heavens declear your glory

And the rocks would cry out

Were I not to praise

But who am I,

That you would think of me?

A speck on the page of eternity.

I am chosen in you,

loved by you,

called for you,

I am yours..



Psalm 8


In Due Time

Relinquish your bitterness,
Else you’ll be drinking the poison
meant for your enemy
Don’t be the next victim,
eaten alive

stop the chatter inside your head,
else you’ll be disconnected
out of focus,
needing to be realigned

for too long ,
you’ve awakened
many a sleepless night,
ever chasing after
the reason why

yet take a moment,
a step back,
was it  grace that erased your past?
And mercy that saw you repentant,
Can you  forgive them?
That doesn’t mean acceptance,
Or justifying their crime.
God will bring justice
In due time

Shrouds of Gray

Christmas eve, shrouded in gray.

Blinded by clouds, by fog, by haze.

Longing to take a final trip.

Are my reservations made?

Or should I look for a home of eternal estate?

No bed is empty in this hotel of dreams,

all signs say no occupancy.

Am I awake or am I asleep?

Or perhaps this life I lead is a distant dream.

A shadow of long forgotten memories.

Keep everyone at bay

While I rest my head and deceive

Myself into believing that I’m OK.

Don’t come too close,

I won’t let you into my estate.

I’ve tasted loneliness,

and seen all the world gives.

make me question why I live.

So tonight, this ends.

Take a drink, Soon it will all be over.

Burden lifted from my shoulders.

But then your presence enters,

The hand I cannot lift.

voice so clear, “you won’t do this.”

So I drop to the floor, tears flow, broken beyond repair.

And in this moment, you meet me there.

In this place I lay

Time has no meaning.

I cry to you, cursing my twisted realities.

You just hold me close,

whispering “child I know.

You are a light to your family,

Keep the faith, and you will see.

Continue the race,

Keep your eyes on me.”


Senior Year

Come home to find you’ve been arrested

What for, I don’t know

suck it up deal with it. bury it deep

Truth is I can’t handle this.

cast a weathered glance up to the sky,

Lash out in anger, demanding why?

Yet the heavens are silent,

go to school everything’s fine.

There I’m a different person,

living a different life.

time goes by  your’re seated on your bed.

I don’t know what’s wrong, your unresponsive.

call for help the ambulance arrived,

all of a sudden, your’re just fine.

They leave, they think I lied,

now your’re angry at me.

Few months pass by, and its time to graduate.

But you never made it, too sick or was I mistaken?

I scanned all the faces. You weren’t there in the crowd.

I received all the accolades when they called my name..

offering my thanks to the people gathered with a hollow smile

But where were you?

I’m dying inside.

Just wanted a taste of normality

It was not meant to be

Yet someone was watching,

someone was smiling, and crying with me.

My friend of friends, and my king of kings..

My only hope

How can I be angry at my only hope?
Raise my fist in protest
When my history shows
Many points I should have died
But his intervention
Is now my reason for being
A child of the king,
Oh friend, how can I make you understand?
God is not to blame for your tragedies..
He did not cause them,
Evil was not  his design
He didn’t author wickedness,
His plans are not mine.
How can you still be angry when you consider who he is ?
Then consider this,
torture, mockery, nails driven through wrists,
All for the sake of all consuming love.
But I do not understand his ways,
where was he when?
His answer, right beside you, even in the deepest of pits.

War Zone

Careful now as you step inside

The war zone that is my mind

Avoid the craters and the pits

And the shrapnel lodged within.

Embedded deep where none can see

The casualties remain  

Apply a tourniquet stop the bleeding.

A healing hand beckons

But I can’t, or do I fear revealing

The cause behind the scenes of these weaponized memories.

 can I truly be free?

the choice remains with me.


Broken Sky

Set your eyes to the broken sky

and say good bye to those that said that you would never rise.

For there is no coming in the blink of an eye.

2000 years we’ve waited,

for that heavenly horn to sound

There is no hope for divine restoration.

still you believe,

Hoping that this world is not all there is to see.

Waiting for the trump to sound,

and his voice to call you home

Whom shall we serve?

Play for keeps, lose everything.

Force a grin, aim to please,

 While inward peace remains elusive.

Now the rules have changed 

Stop the presses, Lets rearrange,

time  to remove pleasure’s stain

Breathe anew heavenly thought,

For eternal purpose we have been bought.

No longer does sin rule over man,

Rather it’s covered by the sacrificed lamb.


My Plea

You see the sun shining in the sky,

And you give me a word of thanks,

When it crosses your mind,

Yet somehow it seems,

I am forgotten when it comes to the little things.

The air I gave you to breathe,

The water I gave you to drink.

You get caught up in the things themselves,

And forget to remember me.


So I sent my prophets of old,

Bringing forth my cry,

That you may come home.

Oh my people, how long, how long?

Yet still you drove them away,

Leaving me out in the cold.


So at long last,

the time had finally come.

In one final act of desperation,

I sent to you my very own son,

Hoping you would heed his words,

And your hearts would be won.

Instead he was beaten and flogged,

Unrecognizable, he was nailed to a cross.


Hung between two thieves,

It was there that the whole world saw,

my final hearts plea, my final call.


Blood Remedy

Infection, burrowing beneath the skin 

a soulish disease, calling forth memories and flashbacks  no one wants to relive.

Yet I know what’s needed

an antiseptic of his blood to cleanse and mend

but that means facing reality.

The thought of that makes me cringe.

Bury this thing deep 

But your eyes see past this mask I portray,

Down where soul and spirit play.

Nothing is hidden from your sight,

Even the deepest darkness is as open to you, as the brightest light.

So then, its time to come clean.

Wash myself with his blood remedy.