In a Box

It was a big box.
My son brought me a gift
it took some time, I needed to sift
through the pain and the heartache,
found something good I could take.

He said it was for me with a big, bright smile.
His mind had been walking for at least a mile.
Missed his sorrowful, little mother,
found comfort from his big, happy brother.

So he created a masterpiece
in black and white,
wasn't meant to worry me or to fright.

For he wasn't angry or nervous about me,
He just wanted me to "See," to "See!"
He put a crooked smile on my black face.
He had drew me in an odd space.

With a black box and lines all around,
it looked as if the work made sound.

A black firetruck with he and I on it.
something to ponder standing, then I sit.
Still trying to study all of it.

My red heart had been opened with black,
evidently knowledge in his art, I did lack.

Arms held wide,
he gave me red flowers
glad I hadn't died.

Life can be a very dark, strange place,
it makes you think who cut in on your race?


Nicholl McGuire

Game Playing

Harmless, harmful
there you go playing the game
you say it's harmless
I say it' harmful.

Enemy schemes
all around to encase
a lazy mind
a lazy body.

Corrupt people
twisted traditions
a forgotten creator
children foolish
parents foolish
and you say it's okay
it's harmless
I say it's harmful.

Sometimes we debate with people about things that are obviously wrong. Then we are offended when they challenge us on our beliefs. Unfortunately as Christians we turn them off and they see us as nothing more than hypocrites (pretend followers of Christ.)

And It Too Came To Pass...

It came to pass and you won’t call.
An issue of right and wrong, this is not.
An issue of fortune-telling and psychic
ability this is not.

Your life, my life if I don’t tell
is at stake...God told me.
But you don’t believe...
and it came to pass
now you won’t call.

I guess you can handle it all
by yourself. My season is finished
and yours has just begun.

Does the enemy have your hands
tied behind your back and tape
over your mouth?

It came to pass and you doubted.
You told me God doesn’t speak that often.

God doesn’t, God won’t, God hasn’t...
and it too came to pass.

Separation Between Church and State

Martin drew a line between us
when he told me I talked about
God too much.

Sarah drew a cross between us
when she agreed with me
that God disappeared from the
hearts of many.

Tina didn’t want to hear it
so she walked away.

Money and the Working Parent

Born into the world needy
grew up and became greedy.

First baby boy born
my heart now torn.

Split between job and time
can't seem to save a dime.

Living check to check
a credit card wreck.

Loan upon loan
only a sigh and a moan.

Dirty diapers and cries
the American dream lies.

Hold my limp hand
tired legs can't stand.

Freezer meal junkie
laundry smells funky.

Sink full of dishes
and pot of gold wishes.

Tired husband, wife
feeling the stress and strife.

Nights provide a break
One day by a lake.

Giving up on some things
while the church bell rings.

No more, no more
my heart no longer tore.

Choose between job or time?
My love is above a dime.