26 September 2011

To Whom it May Concern


Do I use love in vain?
Not only its body, but its perfect name?
I used love as an adjective of the feelings
That had me on my knees kneeling
Crying to the Lord, tears not concealing
And my want for you was submissively revealing.
You taught me real pain
Like the beginning of a hard rain
That never ceases and keeps the slain, slain.
There was never a lust,
Maybe in the beginning but really trust,
That my desire now is to know your heart beat
And to recognize it when it beckons me.
Your eyes are soft and your words are sweet.
It’s like every day is the first time we meet.
The physical distance has never been able to stop
The ticking of my hearts biological clock.
I am only a woman, but my love is tough.
You’re just a man, but are these words even enough?
To make you feel the same
To make you want the same.
It’s like I’m stretching my hand out to no reply
And you’re watching but you can’t seem to comply
Is my love for you in vain?
Is your heart rightly mine to claim?
I am in a period of waiting,
For confirmation, or a bad heart breaking.
Please inquire the presence of the King,
I’m weak in the core and He’s asked me to sing.
Take my place and ask Him for me.
I am too tired and our future I cannot yet see.

The Mute

The Mute

I will speak for the ones who have no voice
The ones who seem mute to us who have a choice.
I will lend my back to the broken many
Who have never climbed to the sky and received plenty.
I will give my food to the ones who hunger
And my drink to the ones who constantly suffer
I will spread my words to the far and near,
Who have bloodied ears but hearts to hear.
Oh earth, hear me your children are dying!
And all of your sons are not complying
They speak of sadness and even begin crying
But there are even tears who play the game of lying.
I will not be idle and shut my heart
When babies face life’s battles from the start.
I will rejoice in the Lord who has given me a voice
To speak to the ones who are mute without choice.