Relentless Night: Restless Night 2

Your voice a whisper in the night,

tossing and turning from left to right,

Listening in hopes to hear Your word.

My eyes flutter like butterflies,

my mind racing with the question why,

Oh' how this all seems so upsurd.

Why have You stirred me to be awake,

answer my prayer for goodness sake,

Your Presence weighing heavy on my soul.

Praying for the friend I have lost,

sorrowful at my heartbreak cost,

seeming their life has ran so cold.

You say redemption is Your work,

needing Light in the darkness I lurk,

As David, I learn to duck the spear.

Be my strength to love when I want to hate,

let forgiveness come and never be so late,

as my heart spills these pain filled tears.

Restless Night

A lonely restless night, oh God,

So much has been left unsaid.

The hurt piles up in my heart,

Playing the games inside my head.

I'm so tired, tired of the way things are,

my eyes grow heavy into the night.

With each heartbeat I cry vengeance,

yet in my depths You shine The Light.

Can I let go of the struggle inside,

when in my wound blood still seeps?

Unforgivenness you keep me awake fitfully,

tonight I want to go to sleep.

"I forgive you"

Open Vacancy

Once an occupied dwelling,

now only a vacant space.

The sounds of loneliness fill,

as the tenant moves from this place.

Now this place is desolate,

as empty as barren land.

Dry as the driest desert,

with dissipated sands.

There is no disguising the void,

not a vapor of substance at best.

Only yearning to be filled again,

with the essence of the one who left.

What a surprising anticlimax,

truly the loneliness agency.

Where the sign now lights,

"OPEN VACANCY".

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Just like a flower needs light...

I need you, my friend

to help me through some stormy nights...

To be by my side and guide me thru...

to share our experiences and seek the truth...

The truth we've known all along...

we have both traveled on different paths,

but in the end... we are the strong.

It has not been easy, but we are given a choice...

the roads we decided to travel on

will soon be our ministry thru our voice...

We will understand how others feel...

we can relate to them and teach them

that God's love is Real!

More real than we've ever known...

we will share our experiences

and lead others to the Lord's throne...

A new journey is about to begin...

Let's hold each others hands

and just jump in!

Dedicated to H.M. 4/30/03



Cold Blooded Murderer

Yellow tape outlines this homocide,

it reads "Do not cross crimescene."

But the evidence doesn't matter,

this murderer got away clean.

Plenty of prints were left,

But the weapon will never be found.

Too bad for the victim,

He didn't hear a sound.

He never saw it coming,

it must have been someone he known.

The murderer took what was inside,

and left only flesh and bone.

Now, why would the murderer want that,

do they not have one themselves?

The murderer must have a collection,

it's probably sitting on her trophy shelf.