Praise

from the depths of silent nights, I hear the angry shouts
when brothers turn from love to hate and gunshots ring so loud
when mankind runs to prejudice and fear and war and death
the sound that breaks the silence now are boulders singing praise

when we all turn our eyes away from those who have no hope
and streets are filled with hungry mouths and souls so filled with doubt
when blindness carries on its back the weight of cultured fools
then break the wind and waves again to show us where we lack

when all we have are fleeting things and vague memories of joy laughter seems to disappear and anger take the helm
come stand in awe and watch the gulls fly headlong on the storm

the stones, the sea, the flitting birds whose voices know none else
have offered up in our own place a song of thankfulness
they serve the one whom we forgot, who saves us from ourselves
it's not too late to find your voice before the stones cry out



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Agape

Your love surrounds me,
I am healed
Your peace fills me,
I am complete

Without you I fall
Knees bruised and bloody
Still I remain silent -
Resisting your embrace

I know your power
But rely on mine
I know your grace
But choose my stress

When I seek you
My heart mends
When I serve you
Joy abounds

But still I wander
Afraid of surrender
While you stand -
Always waiting

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Holding back tears
Shortness of breath
Heart pounding in chest
Million pounds on my breast

So many questions
So many sighs
All too often I hear
A handful of lies

Inadequacy is
My middle name
Say what you will
It all sounds the same

Nights draped in shadow
Lonely and bleak
I open my mouth
Unable to speak