I've written poems for people in my life. Sadly, I've forgotten to write one for my eternal guardian. He, who pulls me up after a fall. He, who loved me through it all, no matter how I tried to shut him out sometimes.
Thank you Lord.
The Sherperd and His lost sheepMy God, how I trusted you with my heartand blamed you for pulling us apartBut you took it in your strideand forgave me of my prideMy God,the soft whisper in my earsthe banisher of all my fearsthe soft pillow I cry intoThank you for helping me pull throughMy God,When the gates of heaven open awideWill I be welcomed?After all the time I've left your sideInto the temptations I succumbedThe simple things you did to transform meThrough all the miracles I seeI see the power of prayerand what it can do for the world's revivalThe same logic why people dare to fall behindOnly when they shut their eyesEven when the catcher is so kindSeeing is believing, we lose trust even in someone that niceWalk by faith and not by sightBecause even with sight,not all see the world's plightDriven by consumerist desiresViolence, drugs and shagwe fail to see our inner firewe lose our dreams for a fat paycheckFaith may falter, some may sayCry about it, it's okBut eventually, it'll be trust and beliefwhich are gonna pull us a long long wayAmen
Nicholas gave a loud fart
on Sunday, October 19, 2008; 3:48 AM
