I Come As I Am

I come as I am

and You accept me

You saw inside to

the person I want to be.

Breaking of the chains

that once tightly binded

unveiling of my eyes

I was sinfully blinded.

Comforting my soul

wounds You gently heal

opening myself to you

new emotions I feel.

All my worldly burdens

once darkening my life

You have taken from me

to show me Your Light.

Now I stand withYou

as You guide me home

Your precious Kingdom

I bow at Your throne.

 

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

My Little Valentine

My little valentine

Her smile always on my mind,

the sweetest little face

an uncle could never deny.

My little valetine

that's right I said MINE!

So everyone else,

can just get in line.

My little valentine

when troubles begin to bind,

the precious sound of her voice,

let's me know all is fine.

My little valentine

the princess of all time,

My love for her

no words can define.

My little valentine

thoughts of her filling my mind,

because she's in my life

I will live sublime.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to Sloane Moss in 2005

Unforgot

In the morning she wakes me from my dreams

and it's in the night she lies me down to sleep

Like a ghost in the darkness that will not fade

or an enemy that lies in hiding and just waits.

She's there every time I close my eyes

even if I blink it's her face that passes me by

and as days go on filled with things to remind

it's the thoughts of her I cannot leave behind.

Why is it so hard for me to let her go

and be released from this pain I show

every time I try I'm thrown into the cold

because it's memories of her I continue to hold.

So I fear she'll be with me to my grave

making sure it's her price that I pay.

Written by George Lynch

while at Mayo Correctional Institution

Dedicated to H.S.

Time Is

What is time?

Something that passes by?

Passing us everyday,

as the clouds in the sky?

It is filled with many sorrows,

that bring tears to the eyes.

It also has loving joys,

that will lift you ever so high.

Time brings along smiles,

with friends in which you tie,

it also brings forgivness,

to someone who is despised.

But as time continues on,

age becomes a slow sigh,

and as we've all bloomed as flowers,

in time we will wither and die.

So with the time you have,

love those you consider nigh,

because when our time is up,

we will have to say good-bye.

Written by George Lynch