Running

Running down this endless road
Gasping for my breath
I tap my mind into mode
And push past the pain
Now, once I’m there I feel as though
I could run for days,
Until my feet start to ache
And I think of all the ways
To justify my stopping this
Oh so long a race
With which myself I started back
Way down this path
But, no I must continue on
Running for that goal
It might be hard to persevere
Though God will make me strong
So, Running still,
Running on.
It never seems to end
I’ll just keep running, forever
Or until I’m told to stop
Running on ‘til the end
Running without stop.

Surrendered

Surrender
Dear God I surrender
I am here
Wholly surrendered
I am Yours
Mold me
Shape me
Put me on the potters wheel
Shape me
Mold me
Make me into what You will

My Life
You have
You make me whole
You’re word
I know
It is so great
My God
You are
My God
Will be
My God
I love
My God
I’m free

You are
You are
You are I am
I am
Iam
I am Yours!
Surrendered I come before You now
With thanksgiving in my heart
I know everything’s alright now
For You hold me once again
Lord keep me ever close to You
You Are my desire
My love, and my peace

Holy You Are

Oh God my strength and refuge
I know my life secure
You hold me in your providence
And keep me safe and warm

Oh God my hope and daily bread
My life, you know, is Yours
I give to You all that I am
And all I am is yours

I’m standing here before You now
Prepared for what’s to come
Wherever You may lead, my Lord
I shall follow there

Holy You are, and will be.
The sacrifice You gave for me
Is so great and true

I cannot look on anything
Before I look at you
For You’re just so captivating
Lord You made me new

So Jehovah, show the way
And I will go with haste
I need Your strength to make it there,
So You carry me dear God.

This love that is inside of me
Lord it’s all because of You
This hope that’s stored within my mind
It is placed here by You

And now my Christ,
My Master, Sir,
I confess to Thee
Holy You are
And will be,
You, I know, will come.
Amen

Driftwood

A piece of driftwood floating along
Across a lake for near two score
It seems right worthy of a song
Though poetry it settles for
This rhyme and meter may be obsolete
To the sound of rhythm and of beat
Though it's what it gets for drifting there
Not song, not book, nor picture I swear
This wood that floats is not that rare
So who will remember him for being there?
Just a hum-drum poet staring at
the lake that it travels on
Oh Mr. Driftwood where will you go
Who will remember your time spent here
Other than me that is sitting here?
Float along and drift away
Just leave it to me to state and say
That This driftwood here it once was there
drift on my friend
go out, drift on.

A Little Poem To Read

Many men are wishy washy
Not stating what they wish
Many women melancholy
Not getting what they want
This is a way to see it real
And not ideal you see
Though I cannot say which I am
I will tell you this
All things in Jesus Christ
They are washed so pure
That men and women
That praiseth Him
They will be so blessed
So man and woman reading this
let your mouth be washed
from evil things in your tongue
That only good things come
This you'll see will make things good
And happy they will be
I hope you have a good time here
Reading my poetry.

War

The soldiers, marines and men we send
Off to war to fend our land
With bravery in those hearts so bold
They must let go of loved one’s hand’
Many souls bear weight like gold
And their hearts turn grey an’ cold
Not a lick nor ounce of tarry be
They’re off to set the world a free

With gleaming eyes their wives await
To know when death may take a break
Never feeling as they’re alive
These men fight with valor remembering life
Entrenched in fierce battle, embittered
Not seeing the fruit of the world set free

The war is now over and but a memory
And the men march on home
(the one’s that are left)
With a sovereign sense
They don’t hear the word of recompense
Nor ever forget the tragedies
The tragedies that haunt their very souls

The way these men bear the pain varies between all
But one thing we must understand is the fact that we don’t
So do those men a favor and, hell, leave them alone
The one and only true comfort is that of Jesus Christ,
He has a spot for everyone, wrapped inside His arms
So my lads and soldiers hear this now
Hear me if you will
Come run to Jesus now
In His care you’ll be kept warm

And in this state it all makes sense
That older men start wars
But yet the ones that fight them are
The youth, the ones left lorn
Yah I say the only cure
Is He that made the Earth
God almighty, in His arms ye men will find your rest

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I was but a wrethced man

I was but a wretched man
A dirty sinner from which I had no dignity
There was no hope for which to go
I had no home nor place to stand
Not seeing Your true divinity
I walked about, astray and lost

But You came and picked me up
You made me pure
And said to me
“My son you will be cured”

I look upon Your faithful face
With which You won’t forsake
I gaze across mine stormy past
And praiseth Ye that saved
This wretched mind and body be
That once was oh so sick

I think upon Thine Holy Name
From which You washed me pure
When pondered on, Your sacrifice
I know it is secure

The evil gone, the devil done
The vice it is no more
Not shaken by the trials come
My strength is in the Lord

My savior He has come to me
In spirit and in mind
No wicked thing I will fear
For my God He is Divine

The path my God has laid for me
I will travel on
The price of sin He paid for me
I go freely on

Surrendered, I am here for You
On the potters wheel
Mold me to be as planted in Your word
And be as strong as steal

My Jesus I will thank You Lord
As well as I can say
I tremble here before Your sword
I thank You for the day
That on, all my sins You bore
And took them all away
I revel in Your mighty love and now I truly say
I love You Lord, I love You Lord
Oh Lord have Your way!
Amen

The Spring Storm

Standing looking unto the sky
I see the sun disappear
I hear the first roll of thunder
The roll; that roll that makes you ponder
The cool, fresh breeze sweeps across the land
And the smell of the damp rain rushes under my nose

Oh the joy that becometh me there
The happiness that I may have
Knowing that this storm is given by the God Almighty

Then as if I had been looking to the sky for hours
And not even known it
A sharp crack pierces the stillness of sound
A drop falls upon my cheek
Seeming to continue to stream down my face forever
And in a flash
Nearly faster than the crack of lightning
Countless raindrops come crashing onto the earth

At this moment, I look around
And hear the constant pounding of the giant drops of water
And I run
Yes I run
As fast as I can
And it makes my soul glad!
I sing
(Yes I sing in the rain)
And dance before the Lord!
And as the thunder pounds around me
I thank God for this lovely spring weather.

(this one is not very polished yet, sorry)

Oh God, Our Help In Ages Past

O God, Our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same

A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our eternal home!

-Isaac Watts

Loving memory of Nick Breslawski

Oh the sorrow
But yet the joy
What pain
But what yet happiness
For the death of one brings many together
As they speak and reminisce
Joyful memories stroll about
We cry, we laugh
We mourn, we weep
Yah we never forget that dearest soul
That one we all so sweetly remember
As it bears easier each day
Easier to our hearts
We all know death waits about
For the death of a saint I rejoice
Nicholas Beslawski
I shan’t forget thee
An honored soldier,
A diligent farmer,
A faithful friend,
You were like
My grandfather.

The Lord

The Lord
The Lord Almighty!
He is powerful and Just
None shall go without acknowledging His glory
This glory that hath saved our souls
The King
The King over all
He is Love
Love that never ceases
A gentle wind
Yet a mighty thunder!
Justice is His
And we will praise Him!
For He is perfect just as He is
Jehovah, Jehovah reigns
In Heaven and on Earth
In high places and in low
Over the rich and the poor
For He is our Lord
Yes He is Lord

A Sailors Song

The red bearded man sets out to sea
He’s ready for the fierce long journey
He knows not what the captain wills
Yet he must raise the dull grey sails
After months of sailing far
The food runs low the men are parched
Knowing now they can’t turn back
The crew now sings a lowly song
Sailing and sailing ever on
The red bearded man will soon be gone.