Enslaved
by the very thing
that set me
free...





Love.

Hello Poetry
my friend
and yet my foe,
with you I learn things,
things I don't wanna know;
about myself and others
and the things that we can't touch;
the things we hate and love
like life and lust and such

With you I learn the truth
about what's deep inside,
learn to stretch my boundaries
and reign in all my pride
because words hold strength;
a new power, unrestrained
not in size or length
but in the simple way
they pour from brain to page.

The one that He loves
The one that He cares
The hopelessly lost
Not finding hope anywhere

The one who's unsatisfied
With life's turn of events
Who's been trying to hide
From that life ever since

The Cross Of Christ Is For...

The fatherless child
On the empty door step
The last lonely mile
Of the dead mans last breath

The kings and the queens
In their palace of pearl
The truth is so clear
It's for all of the world

The Cross Of Christ Is For...

Those dying of thirst
In the desert of life
Those on the high raging sea
With no land in sight

In the joy of the day
In the sadness of night
The Cross of Christ is for
All that is needed in life