Well I just thought I'd share a few of the poems I've written.
Hopefully I haven't posted any of them before, haha!
I Must Tell Them
She's crying and alone
She's lost and undone
I must tell her of Jesus' blood
He's on the edge
He's about to give
I must tell him what Jesus did
They've fought for the last time
They're throwing in the towel
I must tell them of Jesus somehow
I have but one chance
Just a limited time
To speak of God's love
And glory divine
I'll walk daily onward
With each new face I'll know
I must tell them of Jesus
And the mansion I own
As my final request
When you lay me to rest
My friend speak not of woe and depress
You must, Oh you must tell them of Jesus!
The Altar
If you could wring out an altar
And see the dried up tears
You'd see God's grace and mercy
Preserved throughout the years
You'd see broken homes made new
Families kneeling at the cross
A mother's heart made free
A sister grieving for a loss
You'd see the praises rising
The voices lifted up
You'd see the tears of joy
The filling of one's cup
Streets of Gold
I'm broken here before You
With this load I cannot bear
Please compass me with Your mercy
And from me lift this care
These steps I cannot take alone
This path I cannot trod
Oh my soul, when shall I
Come before my God
I cry out from the bedside
Much like the psalms of old
Oh how I desire, desire the streets of gold
Hopefully I haven't posted any of them before, haha!
I Must Tell Them
She's crying and alone
She's lost and undone
I must tell her of Jesus' blood
He's on the edge
He's about to give
I must tell him what Jesus did
They've fought for the last time
They're throwing in the towel
I must tell them of Jesus somehow
I have but one chance
Just a limited time
To speak of God's love
And glory divine
I'll walk daily onward
With each new face I'll know
I must tell them of Jesus
And the mansion I own
As my final request
When you lay me to rest
My friend speak not of woe and depress
You must, Oh you must tell them of Jesus!
The Altar
If you could wring out an altar
And see the dried up tears
You'd see God's grace and mercy
Preserved throughout the years
You'd see broken homes made new
Families kneeling at the cross
A mother's heart made free
A sister grieving for a loss
You'd see the praises rising
The voices lifted up
You'd see the tears of joy
The filling of one's cup
Streets of Gold
I'm broken here before You
With this load I cannot bear
Please compass me with Your mercy
And from me lift this care
These steps I cannot take alone
This path I cannot trod
Oh my soul, when shall I
Come before my God
I cry out from the bedside
Much like the psalms of old
Oh how I desire, desire the streets of gold