*The Hands Of God

Stars of shining silver,
Twinkle on a back of
Velvet black as Leaves
Turning in the wind
Give us a feeling Of
Joy and send the message of
Love to the blue waters
Of a sapphire ocean, almost
More beautiful than Gold
Which is entwined in
The moon and sun as it
Casts a display of Shimmering
Light and still hold true to the one
It loves
In a great earnest display of Hope
One can only hold their
Breath as
Such a display is shown and Tell
Of the love and joy experienced
When one encounters a display of
Such craftsmanship in which only
One who is great is able to create
Only the work of the hands of God
Can display such wonder and delight
And give such a feeling of Peace.

*The Stage

A canopy of brilliant stars
Hang suspended
Above my head.
The moon glows
A brilliant gold
And the frost shimmers
On the branches
Of the great white birch trees.
The stage is set
For a display of praise.
Everything is perfect
Set for the Sovereign of the World.
I sing my best
And dance as I never have
For my glorious guest
On my glorious stage.

*English Class Poem (Wrote With Raechelle)

Your face has a cool, smooth
And delicate complexion,
Like water chuckling over pearly stones.
Your eyes are like glowing embers,
Warm and inviting,
Your nose rises delicately outward
like the softly lapping waves against a lake shore.
Your lips are silken pink,
Like the tangy sweetness of grapefruit juice.
Your smile gleams beautifully
Like the polished keys of a piano.
Your cheeks are like peaches on
A cool spring day.
Your hair is long and silky,
Like the sound of someone playing a harp.
Like long grass blowing in the field,
Like straight hung wind chimes twisting in the wind.
Your ears are just like the handles of a delicate
Tea cup twisting outward and bending back in.
Your eyelashes are full and thick
Curved upwards like a sail on an elegant ship
Tossed at sea.
Your neck is like a tall tower
Holding up the gleaming night sky.
Your shoulders like the bottom of a
Pine tree, hands reaching out to catch
The gentle falling snow flakes
Your arms like merciful branches
For support.
Your hands are like long fingers
Reaching out for hope.

*How Could I Not?

O Lord,
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched
By what you did?
It was my cross.
It was my nails.
It was my shame.
It was my blame.
It was mine.
How could I not love you?
How could I not be touched,
By what you did?

Wrote on August 8, 2002

*Back Where I Belong

I am walking down this road,
My heart feels heavy
And as black as coal.
My mind is telling me no,
But my heart says to go
To go back to what I had before.
To become as white as snow.
To give up desert
For the rain.
To accept such precious gain.
I feel it,
The end in near, I see a bright and shining star
I know my Saviour is here
I long for his embracing love,
I know that my sins are dead and gone.
Your love have reached inside my heart.
I feel your embracing love
And I am back where I belong.

Glory...

When the ink melts
And blends in the page
A miracles occurs
Beneath my finger tips.

Passionate fury seeps
From inside of me
And I become exhausted
With my lack of freedom;
My inability to record
My thoughts as quickly
As they come.

This is when a prayer
Falls from my lips
And my focus
Starts to shift.

To write,
Is to worship,
And to worship,
Is to bring glory to God.

*For You

I want to write for you alone,
With your knowledge
I’d like to speak
But sometimes it seems
Like you don’t care
Don’t even see me standing here.
I want to sing of your glory
I want to proclaim your will
Use me, O Lord,
Write through me, Lord
And use my voice.
Let me proclaim your will Lord
Let me sing of your glory
Lord I want to dance
In joy for you
I want to wave flags
And shout out to the world
Of your goodness
I want to reach the lost
I want to help gather your flock
Lord please,
Use me.