Rush

Always in a hurry,
Getting no where fast,
Rushing through your day
Just like you did the last

There’s no rest for the busy
No time to stop and chat
So why should Sunday morning
Be the day you drop the hat?

You sit through Sunday service
As the worship team parades
Playing music chosen for you
To encourage your charade

Rushed on through the worship
Announcements mixed with praise
Jerky starts and choppy stops
To suit your busy ways

The sermon begins-
The sermon ends.

You stand and stretch;
Relieved…
Then head on down to fellowship
Before you take your leave.

Through out the week I follow you,
I hang around your neck.
Placed with careful faithfulness,
Though suffering neglect.

You’ve bound my mouth and tied my hands,
From my eyes you look away.
A silent God on a golden cross
I won’t get in your way.

Wrote at the beginning of November.

Giving Thanks

We run to meet you in your temple
We rush to be there by your side
As, with eager hands,
We search your pockets.
With expectant greed,
We seek them out.

Lord, Lord,
We cry to you,
And with pouting lips demand
The rewards of our pilgrimage
The blessings from your hands.

We’ve heard of golden fortresses
We’ve heard of sparkling streets
But we’ve never seen your blessings
So in foolishness we weep

In foolishness we give to you,
Reluctant tithes and praise
So long as your requirements
Don’t disrupt our foolish ways

We can’t understand your sacrifice,
But alas, we’ve never tried.
Cause in truth we do not wonder,
We know just why you died.

It was because you loved us,
And it’s no wonder why
We are a pleasant people
We don’t even have to try.

We’re generous in giving,
We hate violence, rape and crime
We’ve got programs for the homeless
They just have to stand in line.

We’ve got doctors, lawyers, nurses
Working for the greater good
Defining rights and freedoms
Just as we know they should

Lovely, O so lovely
Are the crowns we seek to wear
Fit with scarlet rubies,
And set with flawless care

Precious, O so precious
Are the gowns that we’ll adorn
Woven strands of glory,
As our Saviour must have worn

So we rush into your temple
And we leave your pockets bare.
So focused on our mission
That we hardly see you there.

So silently you watch us.
You do not say a word.
And which one of us would notice?
Or stop to thank you, Lord?

You hang above us silent,
As we gamble for your clothes,
Consumed with sin and foolish,
You are the one we loathe.

Cause your blessings do not satisfy
The cravings of our heart,
We desire something deeper
Than the things you can impart

So we turn from you in anger
And admonish all our praise
Upon our paper idols
And our blessed worldly ways.

Yet still you bleed before us
Naked, bruised and torn
Crying out for nothing
Receiving naught but scorn

As we’re rushing down the sidewalk
We pass right by your cross
While we’re seeking satisfaction
Never knowing our great loss

And your blood is raining down on us
But our umbrella’s in the way
And we keep on with our busy lives
Cause we can’t get wet today

We cannot turn to look at you
And we cannot drop our guard
Cause if we seen you’re face we’d know
And that would be too hard.

We’d know that we are sinners
We’d know we put you there
We’d see our selfish lives laid out
Our empty hearts true fare

And though such solemn knowledge
Would be for the greater good
We do not want to turn away
From all we know we should.

The Shepherds Search

I feel pain in my body
I feel the desperation, the hurt
It burns within me
It’s screaming within me
And I must seek it out

Anxiously I search my flock
Checking each sheep, each lamb
Seeking assurance in each face
To heal the hurt of one

Where, O’ where is she?
This one whose pain cuts deep?
I see her silent battle,
And I know her secret need

I have it!
I have the answer,
I have the sweet relief.
I call in desperation,
And I scream her name .
Where, O’ where is she?

I can feel it
I know she’s here
I can feel it
I know she’s near

I’ve searched the eyes of every sheep
I’ve sought the hearts of all I keep
And now I see her standing there
Hands lifted up,
Her heart laid bare.

Breath held,
I pause and watch.
I see behind the etched on smile,
I witness her in hidden trial.

Fighting, struggling
Bruised, broken and betrayed.
With jerky steps I rush to her,
And I grasp her hands
As tears stream down my face.

With healing hands I pull her close,
And hold her safe within my arms.
With my tears I wash her wounds
And relieve her heavy heart.

I tell her how I looked for her,
How I sought her through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find her and to heal her.

To prove to her,
My precious child,
That I love her.

One In A Million

I am one in a crowd of a million
And we all look just the same
Etched on smiles,
Hidden trials
Fighting strife and pain

I am one in a crowd of a million
Who would care to know my name?
No one notices,
And no one sees
That pain is watching over me.

I am one in a crowd of a million
And my heart is grieved with pain
Silent tears drop from my eyes
Quiet fears I feed with lies
Craving quick relief from strain

I am one in a crowd of a million
And I have given up on hope
I have given up on joy,
On peace
I’ve given up, I’ve given up.

I am one in a crowd of a million
Guarded in all I do
I pull away from those who pray
I pulled away from You…

Now you are looking in my eyes,
Seeing deeper than the game.
And now I know you realize
And see my hidden shame.

And I am one in a crowd of a million
But with healing hands you pull me close,
I’m safe within your arms.
And with your tears you wash my wounds
And relieve my heavy heart.

You tell me how you looked for me,
How you sought me through the crowd.
Seeking every face,
Searching every hidden place,
To find me and to heal me.
To prove Your love to me.

No Lover's Quarrel

We were not close
Though, in my mind,
Our hearts were firmly locked.

My fear of love,
And my fear of scorn,
A road between us,
Sorely worn.

You tread at first with confidence
Which soon became contempt.
And I winced, I groaned, I cried out
As you tried to climb my fence.

No one can get inside my heart.
Not even you in all you’d do
Could receive that recompense.

You must know that I longed to love,
You must know that I cared.
And at your battles end,
I grieved for you,
Just like a long lost friend.

With a guarded heart,
And a silent vow
Which never did make sense
I kept you out.
But honestly
You won me in the end

The words you spoke,
The words you wrote,
Etched so deeply in my head,
Carved so surely in my heart,
Captured me.

So set me free.
Please let me be.
If I’m no longer worth your while.
Cause, somehow the fence you tried to climb
Has become no longer mine.

End of Old Poetry

Okay, so that's the end of the 'Old Poetry' for now.
I'm sure I'll find more of it stashed somewhere, have to keep it and end up copying it into here.
So the system stands, titles with an * beside them are 'old' those without are new.
The next one is brand new. I wrote it last Wednesday.
No more distractions, only poetry.

Love Always, Cole.

*Memories...

It is a scene of simplicity and sweetness
Of excitement and youthful anticipation
Innocence, starry nights and kisses peaked at perfection
Nervous jitters, curiosity,
Wonder and bright eyes
Down home goodness-apple pies and innocence
Thrilling excitement equal to that of a virgin page;
Astounding, beautiful, just awaiting its possibilities.
Beauty in an untapped format gushing from the page,,
An unread book or a brand new chapter
Also nervousness and worry
The agitated twisting of hair and biting of lip;
She’s unsure.
A million outfits of changing shades;
On and off and on again;
Make-up wrong; hair-a disaster.
She tries so hard to make it right!
Yet still she’s thrilled with wonder;
“He chose me!”
The fiery eyes of her rival gleam with amazement
Pointing daggers at her back.
She hopes he doesn’t take her back.
The doorbells ringing echoes sharply;
All her stomach ties in knots,
Her father summons her presence to the door.
Worry; fear; anticipation; all is a jumble
Deep inside.
One last look within the mirror reveals the woman
Deep inside.
A fleeing thought now steals her senses,
“Will he kiss me late tonight?”
Blush quickly warms her cheeks,
Her heart betrays her, pounding passions,
Hopes only the future knows.
Down the stairs her feet soon take her,
And to the door in excitement she floats,
Then…
There he is.
He’s holding flowers,
One sweet lily and a rose;
He looks so nervous,
His feet are shifting,
His eyes flicker not knowing where to go.
He catches her eye and the sight transforms him.
His face breaks into an unbroken smile.
Her confidence soars.
“These are for you.”
He hands her the flowers,
And gingerly she takes them, holding them high.
The sweet scent lifts, tickling her senses.
A quiet “Thank you” falls from her lips.
“Mom, Dad,” she proudly announces,
“This is Robert.”
Robert looks shocked.
She feels slight confusion.
Her nervousness peaks,
Her throat feels constricted,
“What’s wrong Robert?”
She fights for composure.
“Grandma; I’m not Robert.”
He gently replies…

(Wrote while doing notes in Biology 12.)