Tag Archives: Truth

Matter Doesn’t Matter

Matter doesn’t matter,Though kingdoms rise and fall.Gold will lose its glitter,Proud towers will fall small. Dust returns to dust,As every grave has shown.But Christ has conquered death,And calls His children home. So let my heart seek treasureNo thief or moth can claim.Matter doesn’t matter,Only the love of Christ remains.

The Empty Chair

I know long and lonely roads.My hands, like my pockets, are used to being empty.There are pieces of me I’ll never find,and still he tempts me. I’ve lost money,family,lovers,even friends who swore they were brothers. An empty chair where she once sat—a smile, a nod,a little chat. Yet through every loss, one truth remained:Jesus.Jesus neverContinue reading “The Empty Chair”

Them Lot

They sit laughing in halls of shamed stone,In a lust for power, stroking bone.Feeding on the innocent, far right good to blame,cloaking their hunger, with honours to name.Trample their own, rake in the gain,while the working class are buried in pain.Their loathing lands with their word, their law.We must challenge what we heard and saw.TheContinue reading “Them Lot”

Lord Have Mercy

I have stood in pain and called it lifeAs I grew – a pint in hand masked the strifeBut in the quiet – now the cheers are goneI hear the spirit – I thought I’d outrunNot from the steel I kept close by my sideNot in the noise nor the things that I hideBut inContinue reading “Lord Have Mercy”

These Screams

Are these screams from inside my mind? Or out there? Is it the theif? The scent of ravaged swine in the air? It conflicts though my tongue remains straight. In this cursed world. The truth they hate. Their aim, the unblossomed an it’s dark. Sanity has boarded. I cannot watch it debark. The dark soulsContinue reading “These Screams”

Screaming

Screaming on the point of key change. Where laughter salutes tears. There, joy and sadness grapple. And you run towards, despite your fears. When pain kisses pleasure, the passion rejuvenates the truth. In the developing motifs of the fifth, the old man kisses his youth. In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we act.Continue reading “Screaming”