Emmanuelle

Emmanuelle, you lonely child.
You walked the world within a mile.
Forced to grow up a tad too fast,
Could not your innocence last!

I prayed for you, Emmanuelle,
That in your haste, you'd still be well.
But so it seems, my prayers were vain,
For you today in a coffin lay.

Where did your money trickle down?
Where is that fame you said you'd found?
Emmanuelle, oh Emmanuelle.
How sad your story is to tell!

Souls Around Me

Oh, Sad Soul,
Rejoice evermore.
You are a'waiting
For the heaven's galore.
That was promised you
In the Old Book of Faith.
Gather your self now,
Just a while more wait.

Oh, Doubtful Soul,
Childlike heart all up-grown?
Now for all things
Evidence must be shown.
And if there is none,
Then you will not believe.
To earthly logic
You hang and you cleave.

Oh, Weary Soul,
Is this race far too long?
Can't but look back
At the times you were strong?
Out is the fire
That once burned in your eyes.
Winded and wounded,
Know that God hears your cries.

The Hard Road

Everybody's leaving, the world is in dismay.
Still I am a'cleaving to this Bible, to this Way.
Friends bid me farewell as I continue down this road.
Sometimes as I watch them pass, I feel this heavy load--
Load of sadness, load of angst
I know, I should be giving thanks.
It's so hard to bear this load, to walk this road.
Like that man of constant sorrow,
I wonder if that bright tomorrow
Will ever come, will ever be.
Yes, God said it, and I believe.

I wrote this when someone left church a few years ago.

Love is Not

Love is not a feeling that makes you warm inside.
Love is not emotion that sways along with pride.
Love is not a thing you fall into without a say.
Love is not a risk that you take along the way.
Love is not sensations that you cannot understand.
Love is not a need you feel to lie and to pretend.
Love is not a fun fair ride that gives you highs and lows.
Love is not a mystery that no one ever knows.
Love is not a state of mind that takes you to the moon.
Love is not like skipping down a path that's flower strewn.
Love is not a force that you cannot prevent or stop.
Love is not a compromise that makes convictions warp.

I wrote this when I studied 1 Corinthians 13 and thought about the common ideologies about love.

What Can the Dying Man Do

What can the dying man do for himself?
In the form of a bill, in the shape of a coin.
All he has worked for cannot mend his health.
He's spent his life toiling, only to die.
His family and loved ones he all pushed aside.
He gave up what mattered for money and pride.
But silver and gold
No power doth hold
When it comes to the wrath of God.

Angelic

Did I ever tell you?
You take my breath away.
Your heart, your soul, your mind, your self,
The things you do and say.
I think you are an angel,
An angel in disguise.
You really are one, aren't you?
I see it in your eyes.