Walls

Honey stars drip from your eyes,
which outshine your continuing lies.

How can you hold me and kiss me like you do?
knowing it means nothing to you?

Why do I crave your touch?
when it leaves me only wanting much.

What I want you cant give me,
your heart,your love, you will not free.

They are locked behind this wall.
you've built so you wont fall.

I know my heart cannot tear it down,
for my hands are bound.

Only you know where the wall is weak,
you know the magic words to speak.

I pray that someday you will learn to love,
but only this help can come from above.

I pray this prayer that one day you wil be free,
but until then behind your wall you'll be.

I often wonder are you really happy there?
or do the tears come at night with your dispair?

Ode to Friendship and Love

It seems that I have exhausted your grace...
There is no room for forgiveness here?
What is the price I have to pay for being human?
Is is judgement? Banishment? Punishment?
Funny how we always want grace for our follies,
but never really give it in return
Funny how the human heart is disposable,
All because we might have to get involved,
we might have to feel something for someone,
Or do something or heaven forbid jump out of our comfort zone
Maybe someday you'll understand a heart that feels deeply,
only loving in the same way, maybe someday it wont scare you
Maybe someday the wall will come down and grace will mean something.

Miscommunication

I think somewhere along the line there has been some miscommunication,
I dont think I have ever professed to be perfect by any means,
I am human with desires, needs just like anyone else,
I think people have a misconception that God is lacking if people,
who profess to be christians mess up. NO my friend it is never God who
is lacking it is us who lack, who fail to call upon Him when we need help,
and we pridefully dive into situations thinking we can handle it on our own strength.
Apart from God I am a mess of a human being..and when i stray I become that mess.
Its only in Him that I have meaning, peace and depth, not apart from Him.
Apart from him I am dying spiritually and lack in every area concerning my flesh.
I do admitt its me that must change.....but when I am not where I should be...
please never look to God as the cause.....

Muse

As I sit with pen in hand words of saddness swimming in my head,
I hear a whisper and You remind me of how you bled.

I try to bask in my pining, and create a sad parody,
yet you come and fill my heart with such clarity.

I am a alien to this world, this is not my home,
the cares of this world are not worthy of a poem.

As I set my pen and paper down a smile comes to my face,
then all the sadness, heartache, and hopelessness fades without a trace.

Only You deserve my attention and love,
my muse, my Abba from above.

Exposition

I say up you say down, I say black you say white.
Your are eloquent, I stumble over my words.
Your are cultured, I am immature.
I am a hopeless romantic, you are a realist.
Two mismatched pieces of a puzzle, I try to pull together.
I twist and contort to fit with you, for our souls to interlock,
yet we disconnect...
Still I contemplate........

It was a reality as you hung on the cross a story which I will tell
Lord, these feelings of loneliness you know well,
Lord, you were accused of a crime you did not commitBut you stood in silence your innocence you would not submit.
Lord , they laughed at you as they weaved thorns into a crown,Yet you looked at them with love through streams of blood falling to the ground.
Lord, because you loved , you knew there could be no other way,Your Fathers will you came to fulfill on that day.
Lord, as the whips peirced your back, you had love in your eyes,
You had no hatred or demise
rd, tired bloody and weak you carried that cross for us,through the crowd you never asked for help you made no fuss.
Lord, as they nailed you to the cross, for all to see they stood laughing at you,But you asked "Father forgive them for they know not what they do!"
Lord, how can this be that you love is strong?
Even for those who do you wrong.
Lord, they mocked you and spit in your face,
But in your heart there was not hatred not even a trace
Wait, my eyes are open Lord, the truth I am beginning to see,
Forgive me Lord for my ignorance it is me who nailed you to that tree.