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The New Spring Sun
I’m not of this world. And as your eyes blossom in the new spring sun, I sense you’re not too. But while trapped in this world my heart belongs to you.
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I am
I am a husband but I have no woman to hold I am a father but I hear no children’s laughter I am a son but comes no word from a parent I am a man, but God holds me like I’m a baby
Together
I couldn’t quite hear himwith the distance between us,only muffles through the mask he was wearing. It was a gentle breeze that hurled his words straight into my ears, down into my heart.Both of are dejected spirits now rallied.“The vaccine is here, they’ve done it”.Is what he said in a cheerful tonethat I’m sure willContinue reading “Together”
A Daddy’s daughter
A God made love. I remember the day vividly, when she asked me to remove the stabilisers from her pretty pink bicycle, with wick basket and handle bar tassels to match. “I’m too big for these now.” She said very certainly. So self critical and upset each time she fell crying what a silly littleContinue reading “A Daddy’s daughter”
By His wounds
Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”
Seeing Death
Last one goes in, goes down crippled, keeled, floor pressing hard against my double crown. Dizzy, dazed feeling out for the door struggling, curled out on the floor. Sweat, tears, body’s being bled, gagging, chocking only bloods being shed. I shut my stinging eyes to deaths smile, it’s attacking from inside agony it’s vile. NeedingContinue reading “Seeing Death”