Jacob had a dream,
Herod had a scheme.
Jacob's dream was hope for tomorrow,
Schemes can only bring you much sorrow.
God had a great plan,
to save fallen man,
for those who trust in Jesus' name,
to deliver those from sin and shame.
What will it be friend?
What will be your end,
to listen to the world, and its schemes,
or to let Jesus fill Heaven's dreams?
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
I know I could be unkind,
but it's not my frame of mind,
to be that way.
in things I say.
I just walk away from those,
who laugh at my ragged clothes,
but they should know,
it hurts me so.
Vengeance is not part of me,
so I just let some things be,
I walk away
from hurt each day.
Revenge is not sweet at all,
it is more bitter than gall,
so I forgive,
live, and let live
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
I don't feel good, or bad, but I don't feel right,
could it have been something I dreamed of last night?
Perhaps if I searched in my subconscious mind,
the truth of it all would be easy to find.
Please tell me how things may be going for you,
are you feeling a little weird like me too?
Maybe things in your world are going just fine,
if they are, I must say, they are not like mine.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Some mornings don't turn out the way you want the to,
just pick yourself up again, it's all you can do.
Sometimes when you pick roses, you will touch a thorn,
sometimes in the book of life, a page will be torn.
Sorrow is not forever, it's just for awhile,
and when you pick the thorn from your finger, just smile.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
How my poems are viewed, I often find,
depends on what is on the reader's mind.
If you come here carrying a bitter grudge,
be careful what you say, or who you judge.
Remember there will come a judgement day,
when you must answer for each word you say.
Point out my flaws, but if the truth be known,
I am sure you plenty of your your own.
I think I have said all I want to say,
except to tell you: have a happy day!
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
So many think they are right, but wake up to find,
they were not being wise at all, they were just blind.
But I must forgive those who may think they are smart,
who's only happiness is tearing lives apart.
For the bitter seeds they sow, they will reap their shame,
and when things go wrong, they will have themselves to blame.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Whisper to me and tell me you love me,
Even though it may not be true.
Because my heart will be too blind to see,
Any untruths that come from you.
Tell me I mean the world to you, and more,
And that you dream of me each night.
Let me believe I’m the one you adore,
And I’m wonderful in your sight.
Tell me anything thing your heart may devise,
Even if it is only pretty lies.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Does it matter if things are right or wrong?
Does it matter if i am weak or strong?
Who cares if I stand, who cares if I fall?
Does it matter to anyone at all?
Perhaps it matters to me, more or less,
but to others? I wouldn't want to guess.
I am just myself, and not that well known,
so it seems I face my cares all alone.
If I was gone tomorrow, who would care?
Would anyone notice I was not there?
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Poor Bill was so lonely they say,
so he found him a wife one day,
but now he is so sad,
for it all turned out bad,
when her husband took her away.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC