Soldier In His Army

 

I joined an army,

we don't fight with guns.

We do carry a sword,

facing danger we don't run.

Our banner is well known,

into every country we go.

Some it spreads fast,

others, the fight is slow.

We will  not stop,

till all have heard and seen.

make sure everyone has the chance,

to join the winning team.

For the enemy is also gathering,

Quite a mighty fleet.

But the war has been won,

they shall stand in defeat.

I have joined an army,

I have made the choice.

I have become a soldier for Christ,

I have reason to rejoice.

Written By George Lynch 

An Open Window

I heard a bird sing a song of love,

the melody floating in the breeze.

For a heart that hurt so bad,

the pain began to gently ease.

I heard it sing of his mate,

a love that once flew away.

I heard him sing of heartbreak,

of that long winter's day.

How he flew tree to tree,

chirping a special lovers tune.

How there wasn't ever a reply,

like his lover's whistle bloom.

Flew high and flew low,

this bird continued to search.

till wings bare of feathers,

could barely make it back to perch.

Back at home he just sang,

sang of his love that flew away.

Not quite ever knowing why,

on a long and cold winters day.

Then the tune began to change,

he heard the chirp he once knew.

The very song bringing the winter,

now floated in the spring dew.

Rising like a beautiful dawn,

was love on the horizon.

The belt around this bird's chest,

began shining bright as Orion.

Bursting from his chest,

came the very song sung today.

A love returned to him,

on the dew of a warm spring day.

Written by George Lynch

Through One Man

Through One man's sin we received condemnation

and One Man's love brought us justification

From one man's disobedience we were made sinners

while One Man's obedience made us winners

One man's sin gave birth to death

by One Man's death we are blessed

By one man's offense death reigned 

But for us, One Man took the pain

From one man's mistake many died

by One Man's resurrection many are alive

Adam brought the  sin curse to the earth

and Jesus came to die for our curse.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

La La Land

What is a contusion anyway, eyes closed lump on my head

tongue tied, piss dripping down my leg, this hurts

gained control of my car and smashed it into an invisable wall

At least I didn't see it officer

Look... Wiley Coyote.... Got to go

meep.....meep....

sucka on the run with no brakes

or shoes for that matter... I left them at taco bell

Ain't no doubt there Porky

Slam it in reverse.... hit the gas.... Bacon!

Leo has went down with the ship

rearviews full of T&A

Tacos & Anchiladas 

And I go a contusion!

Written by George Lynch

She Loves Me... not

She loves me not

In her hallowed eyes

deep in her heart

it is I whom is despised

She loves me not

Arctic has become her heart

buried in her apathy 

standing in the dark

She loves me not

her touch is no more

love becoming hate

midst of the storm

She loves me not

her kiss no longer belongs to me

those soft lips have turned away

leaving me to bleed

She loves me not

with that I must deal

this pain is everlasting 

stopping my heart from healing.

George Lynch

A Life for A Life

Many nights I sat and thought

What is it that my life has cost

What is the price of precious tears

that where shed to remove all my fears

What is the cost of innocent blood

that washes away the person I was

How valuable is a lift that is lost

to save the very ones that are at fault

What kind of riches is held in the pain

that one has endured to erase the blame

My life amounts with all the others

For when Jesus gave His, ours was recovered.

George Lynch

I Promise To Rise

As I lie here in my bed

thinking on a  life that never was

reality begins to escape me

while loathing in my self disgust

Are my tears so unworthy

and my cries unable to be heard

that my time in this prison

has stolen the meaning from my words

Because no one can hear my voice

not hidden deep inside my heart

and if my emotions were what held me together

I'm afraid I would fall apart

But I am held together by something stronger

my mind is a foundation of concrete

for if I had to depend solely on my heart

I would remain in this utter defeat

Although I may be badly beaten now 

once again I promise to rise

and my heart will not ever again

be responsible for a tear from my eye.

written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution 

Do You Believe?

Do you believe in change?

A miracle from inside.

A caterpillar metamorphosis,

into something that can fly?

A totally complete conversion

All chemistry transformed.

Do you believe in change,

when the person is willing to conform?

Have you ever seen an alteration,

when modifying needs to be done?

Do you believe in change,

can it be made by anyone?

Do you really believe?

Then better look close.

Because change has happened,

in someone that loves you the most.

Written by George Lynch

while at Faith Farm Ministries