What do I know

What not do I know,
Nothing, nothing, as I kneel before.
Vanity what does it afford me,
Nothing, as I view life's turbulent seas.

Beneath that rugged tree,
The stains that marred,
I struggle, hands to its bark,
Coarse to the very touch.

What do I know,
Living the very life I hate,
Hating the very one I love,
Loving the very one I long,
Waiting for that very day, written in songs......

In the storm

In this world so vast,
Caught within its strangling grip,
Over the horizon, storms that brew,
Terrible to behold, more than we knew.

It rages on, a wrath so deep,
Angry waves form, toss and throw,
Watery fingers that would not let go,
Nowhere to run, but a depth so cold.

Sinking down to the deepest end,
Helpless in everything that I do,
Eyes closed, in my soul, scared,
Yet right there, Hope had been prepared.

Remembrance (photo by Jasmine Foong)

Gazing out do I remember,
The toddler that I was,
A teenager who defied,
That young man conscribed.

Memories of a time gone,
Picturing what had been,
Where had the time flown,
Made up of people I had known.

Awoken from my reverie,
Knowing not where it leads,
Living a life not my own,
Saved by Grace, never alone.

He is always with us

Years, months, days,
Life catches up unawares,
Wishing it would never change,
To have it just the same way.

A new chapter each time,
Obstacles that come unbidden,
Trials that seem too much,
Doubts...why is it such.

Hope in the path laid out,
Walk knowing He is with us,
Through the life lived daily,
Lean heavily on that blessed tree.

Church, the body of Christ

My home be far,
The journey be long,
Through it all in life,
Blessed by the body of Christ.

A Longing

Longing for that memory,
Over the valley and hills,
Visions that stay with me,
Every moment that I feel.....

A Purpose

In life as with all things,
From a babe to a man,
Living to death's final scene,
Time shifts like hourglass sands.

Questioned on the purpose,
Trembling at the pain,
Wondering what else be worst,
In the soul, hope be faint.

Yet, not seen on the surface,
A reason to be sought,
Written in life a purpose,
There within, prepared by God.

Against the odds......

A battle rages through the night,
Immovable spirits that would not be,
Unstoppable force that cannot be denied,
A clash that lives on in all their memories....

To never yield......

Fast, lithe and demanding,
The hall be a battlefield,
Physical exhaustion notwithstanding,
Sheer Will to fight and never yield.....

In God all things are possible

The life that would not be,
Plans, not of our own,
A purpose, a reason we cannot see,
Guided are we to the unknown.

Though our paths be broken,
Our walk, we stumble and fall,
Doubts in our minds, often
Yet in He, we trust and adore.

Familiar like the air we breathe,
Our fingers recognize the feel,
A song we know in the life we live,
Beautiful as a flower we stopped to kneel.

Surrounded by this Love,
Through all the troubles we face,
In prayer, He reaches us from above,
Our God, our Lord, our Savior, our Grace.....