People Don't Care

So much love is in the air, but do people
really care.
They are caught up in the sadness and anger from the past.
Ice is on their hearts and painful words are on their tongues.
Love is in the air, but they do not care.
Their foolish hearts are lost, suffering,
confused, and miserable.
Looking for God, but blinded by the world.
Love only a moment away, yet a century
lost.
They don't care.
So much love is in the air
and they don't care!

Know God

Struggle between both man and God
this child I knew had ran to the pew.

She hoped that God would change his plans
and release her from her master's hands.

The demon had made a pact with her life
and she had been feeling more hurt and strife.

Her dark, ridden soul had yet to be sowed.
God's power and love was something she craved.

For years her heart carried mistrust
she lied, she cheated and hid her lust.

And God Almighty would place his curse,
to avoid her ride in the big, black hearse.

The child had extreme ache deep within
for flesh was the root of her deep sin.

But his kind words would be her key
for he wanted her love ever faithfully.

So she would pray and fast for Him
in her room where the lights were dim.

And death would slowly begin to grow
and the leaves from the trees had begun to blow.

And those golden leaves laid upon her name

and her life was in His great hall of fame.

Vivid Imagination

I dreamt of you.
Your uplifting smile.
Lively voice.
Happy bounce.
Loving arms.
Tender eyes.
I dreamnt of you and you were Satan in disguise.
You tricked me.
You made me think God sent you to cast away my tears.
But I was mistaken, you too,
desired to give me a slow and painful death.

Reconciled Past

I've left my past for I've come
face-to-face with my Lord.

I refuse to leave this world without
resolve and I refuse to carry the burden
of not saying sorry...

I'm asking for forgiveness
from innocent bystanders
caught in the cross fire
between my angels and my demons.

For my battles of war were
those of selfishness, idol worship,
vulgar talk, bad drink, promiscuity...

I saw the plagues of death
but escaped them
Thank God I'm still alive!

Your Spirit

I'm taken under way, way
down deep by your spell
beneath my heart.
I sing praise God!

A man of supreme love.
You are a savior to a soul
that was at one time ready
to travel a bitter trail.

You took away the lightening
and the thunder from tired lips,
spoiled fruit from a wounded body,
and daggers from vindictive eyes.
Thank you.

For you gave of yourself freely.
I foresee a prosperous future
trimmed in shimmering gold,
protected by heavenly spirits
together we walk side by side
toward the light.

Touched by His hand and embraced
by His power. His spell and your spell
I'm taken under.