Not sure how it landed here,
I found it in my lot
and bending down to pick it up
amused at what I'd got

I looked a little closer
since I had a little time
It's a good thing that  I bothered  
for the thing inspired this rhyme.

Though you can't tell from poetry
if the writer knows your name
I could see by four lines in
the gender and it's aim.

The poem, it was well written
on a scrap and by his hand
just two lines in, I'm smitten
although four is my demand.

and this one was a couplet
seems he'd written it for fun
just four lines to tell his girl
she's got his heart undone.

as giddy as my thoughts can be
this struck me sad, my dear,
since poems that mean to say as much
are often less than clear.

The first two lines he scribbled down
were warming at the start
" I'd love to drive you home tonight
and fire up your heart."

The second two I do believe
had crumpled note in part,
"If I could have that honor, dear
I'll need some gas to cart."

I understood his poetry
weird rhymes can flow with ease
apparently his bottom line
was not a point to please.

Or maybe he had never passed
that note, and thrown it down
perhaps the wind had taken it
and blown it through the town

and just perhaps it ended up
this couplet, just for me
to understand how words can halt  
or fuel my love for thee.

even if there were to be
something like an EMP
nobody could ever stop the rain
nobody could keep the soil  
from bringing forth, by hands which toil
and harvest crops from field and fruited plain.

nobody could stop the day
and nighttime falls here comes what may
no man-made wind could move the weather vane
winds will blow and sun will burn
wood to chop and butter churn
work till dusk, and sleep to keep us sane.

God, HE IS and always was
came to Earth in flesh because
Love is stronger than the ones who ****
Jesus is the only ONE
the promised Savior, God's own Son
made Father's peace with Man
and loves us still.

Was a time, I di'nt believe
that God made Adam
then made Eve
and though it took me years to realize
He wants us all to know His Love
He's here right here now, the Maker of
the universe, but still this great surprise!

A perfect lamb was sacrificed
God's only son, Yeshua Christ
said he would take our sin, and wash us clean
my heart is flesh where once stone
God raised me up so He'd be known
and I can truly trust in the Unseen.

Yes, even though these eyes can't see
or touch the One who made us free
the Spirit, God's own Voice, does not deceive
We who hear, his precious sheep
the shepherd guides, and wills to keep
and even when we fail, He'll never leave.

and even if the floor falls out
and walking dead all roam about
and then we're forced to find a place to stay
and even if no food or water
Hell on Earth and then the slaughter
God would somehow help us through that day.

Walkin' along
I hear his voice and get a skip in my step
I have to watch it cause I'm getting a rep
for acting crazy when I'm walkin' along

I hear his song
and nothing else is makin' me tingle
could be the way he puts the gin in the jingle,
the **** 'n bull is always brimming with fizz
ain't no wonder 'bout the best that there is

though he's old
and it's said
being old is better off than dead
well we know
where he'll go
Who saved his soul and for his sins He bled

and when I'm blue
his voice can reach me in the worst places
bears the burden, then he ties up my laces
and lifts me like the sun in His song
staying with me while I'm walkin' along

The randomness
the senselessness
you strive to make life count
and then it comes to this

and in the end
you're left with pain
and someone writes this song
and it just seems inane

there is no way
to justify
find meaning in your loss, you know
but still we try

there are no words
you need to hear
you only want the comfort
and it seems so clear

it's in our hearts
we want to take
your misery,
to share your grief
and ease the ache

well-meaning words
it's just the thought
and sinking down
too weak to stand
with arms you're caught

held up and loved
in silence there
is something more
than words can say
to show we care

a gentle touch
a quiet prayer  
the presence of
your faithful love
just being there....

just being there.

the randomness
the senselessness
you strive to make life count
and then it comes to this

and in the end
you're left with pain
and someone writes a song
and it just seems inane

there is no way
to justify
find meaning in your loss, you know
but still we try

there are no words
you need to hear
you only want the comfort
and it seems so clear

it's in our hearts
we want to take
your misery,
to share your grief
and ease the ache

well-meaning words
it's just the thought
and sinking down
too weak to stand
with arms you're caught

held up and loved
in silence there
is something more
than words can say
to show we care

a gentle touch
a quiet prayer  
the presence of
your faithful love
just being there....

just being there.