Archive for December, 2007

A Story That Never Gets Old

December 25, 2007

I had become lost you see
And I did not know where to go
I could not find my way back
To the town that I did know

Then I looked up into the sky
And saw something brighter then bright
And since I did not know what to do
I decided to follow it that night

Across the desert and over the dunes
In what seemed to take forever
I came across a town
That I had seen never

I saw the star that I had followed
And saw its light shining down
It illuminated a small barn
In which I could barely hear a sound

So I got as close as I could
Taking small quiet steps
I saw a woman sitting there
Holding a baby as he slept

To the right I saw three men
Who looked rich and from overseas
And they each held out a gift
And fell to their knees

I did not know how to take it in
What an astonishing sight
I knew I had seen something historic
Blanketed in the stars glowing light

There were men and sheep
And horses that seemed to hum
And I could hear the sound
Of a boy and his drum

I looked it over again
And I felt a bit confused
What should I do now
I was all out of clues

Then the sky in front of me
Grew into a great glowing sphere
And a voice came from within it
To tell me what I had seen here

“You have witnessed a gift
God has gave mankind today
Go and tell all you see
That the Son of God was born this day”

In my heart I felt it
And I didn’t know what to feel
“but I am nothing” I said
“shouldn’t you find someone more real?”

But the light said nothing else
And left me with my brittle state
“But God I’m just out here lost
I already have a full plate”

So I turned and looked back
And could see the babys face
And I swear he smiled at me
And pushed my heart to another place

I now felt this urge
And I was now Bethlehem bound
I was once lost you see
But now I feel like I’ve been found

God gave us this amazing gift
His son from whom we could learn
A gift we should be thankful for
Since for it we didn’t earn

I watched Him grow up
Looked over Him from afar
He went on to do incredible things
I was glad I had followed that star

Today is a day to celebrate
We must sound every horn
We must be eternally grateful
For Jesus Christ was born

Can Cheesy Override it all

December 21, 2007

Every time I try to write a happy poem
I just find it as cheesy as the last
Not even realizing how all this sadness I write
Can be just as cheesy itself

So I sat down with my pen
And I forced myself to write
And no matter how hard I smiled
The words didn’t seem quite right

Maybe I should be in a happy place
Before I can write a happy line
So ill try my best to laugh
To get myself out of this bind

I wanted just one positive thought
To shine above the dark
And I think it has been given to me
Through the cheesy I tried not to embark

So try to sit down in your seat
Though I know you’re on the edge
In hopes of being blown away
By my next words of encouragement

If you find yourself just brooding
And in some sad mood
Don’t worry how it sounds
And let the cheesy out.

Stuck in a Rut…Stuck in a Rut….Stuck in a Rut…Stuck in a Rut..

December 21, 2007

there is this rut we dig ourselves into

and we cannot climb out

there are these bunkers we have built

to house our lively hood

there are these feelings of comfort

to keep us from achieving

and i fall for all of these…

there is this prison built

to punish our sins

there is this grave carved out of the earth

to properly dispose ourselves in

and i fall for all of these…

Opening your eyes does nothing in the darkness

December 4, 2007

He went his poor life pretending to swim
When he could barely keep his head above the horizon
He looked so calm from up ahead
When down below his feet were frantic
And just when someone was about to look below
He’d splash enough to make them look up
So they would never really know
How hard it was for him to swim

Looking back was this suppose to be his life
it didn’t seem so bad at first glance
But self doubt can be a devastating machine
Causing turmoil for the soul
He couldn’t stop himself from what he did
And the comparisons to others only deepened it
Just like the tidal wave building itself up
So high that it blocks out the sun
And crashes itself into his so called life

Then one day he thought he felt a light inside
One that warmed his heart and his being
As if he was being held and loved
And that he would be protected
So what happened to that feeling
He did not know why he ran away
He felt as low as the dirt below the surface
As joyless as one could possibly be
How could he feel like this inside

He told himself right then that day
That if he could keep his head above the water
And not let anyone see his kicking feet below
He would try his best to get that light back
He hoped that it would not be too late
If it was he might as well allow himself to drown
He screamed into the dark cold night
“God if you are there hear my cry!”
Then the sun came up that day

No one knows what happened to that man
Some say he just floated out to sea
His legs had tired from the kicking
And the sharks turned him into a feast
But I say his heart was opened
And his eyes were too
And he found out the real truth
That you can always come back home…