We Need to Talk

To The Father:

 

Father, please hear me,

because we need to speak.

Memories of my past pulling at my soul,

and I'm starting to grow weak.

Can I really change,

Will I really make it?

Because I feel doomed,

lost forever and forsaken.

 

Why does life hurt so much?

I feel cursed on this earth.

Wondering about my life,

trying to see what it's worth.

 

So many distractions,

drawing me away from You.

Wanting to give up,

needing Someone to hold onto.

 

So please hear me Father,

As I cry out to Thee.

Please Father, open my eyes,

So that your son shall see.

 

 To The Son:

Son, First of all I do hear you,

not just some, but all of the time.

So never be afraid,

to tell Me what's on your mind.

Memories make it hard to deal,

but they won't hurt for long.

Remember when you're weak,

It is I who makes you strong.

Change will come,

and that's for sure.

Trust in Me, Son,

and worry no more.

Life is priceless,

this you should know.

It is your soul,

to follow me where I go.

So don't get distracted,

I will open your eyes to see.

Then you can follow your Father,

to a Life of Eternity.

Written by George Lynch

While at Mayo Correctional Institution

Broken

Where did the brokenness inside of me begin,

at the point where the dirt met the pure and things became soiled?

The churning inside for a different life screams in volumes,

The human ear cannot hold the sonic wave of my despair.

Where was my choice to follow when being led astray,

blinded by lies and hurt by the deception?

The deception that things were okay.

Who am I?

I am You!

and we are broken....

Scream with me from the brokenness inside,

inside of all of us... there is brokenness.

Scream to the heights of Eternal ears that hear,

that know of our broken condition of brokenness.

Let us be broken no more... no more despair!

Let us shout to the One who heals our brokenness,

and stand in the Light of the One who repairs.

Written by George Lynch

Sister

My sister dear, is with me here
Always in my heart and mind

She was the red headed babe in the bassinet that was one of my first wonders

How could a baby have all that red hair among the whiteness of her infant life I'll never know

The memory of that sight will never be forgotten as it was my sister

My red headed one

The years have flown by and we have aged

The good , the bad, and the ugly is all part of it now

But the pleasant images in my minds eye are what I see

My sister and me

The red headed one

Written by Michael Catapano

Flawless

Has your breath ever been taken away

at the sight of beauty walking into the room

Kindling the fire burning deep inside

through eyes that have the power to consume

Grace flowing in her every stride

like wind blowing in the trees

the cool feeling of goose flesh

by the passing of her gentle breeze

Watching the sun rise in the shadows

as her smile breaks through the crowd

captured by the image of this beauty

that without a word, speaks so loud

It is in this simple glance

that my heart has come to a pause

she walked into this very room

a beauty with no flaws.

Written by George Lynch

Dedicated to Lisa Marie (Going) Lynch