The candle

The candle with the flame that defies the wind
By His name has One that dies come back again
For the flame of his Soul
remains true and bold
For though the wind blows
so biting and cold
He knew full well
and never feared Hell
For knowing His Fate,
knowing he would be victim of hate
and yet knowing further of His Fathers' Love
that he would be lifted above
and then ascended to the Great Hall,
for all
triumph after the Fall
His greatness in victory was humble

The light that shines for thee

Oh, My Son, My sun shines for thee
Together with another we are always three
Unto you is given the word
We speak no token
What is heard is real
What is intended by what we feel
For warmth and light always follow thee
Given unto thou by me
For thou art their Light and warm comfort
For their plight, though their own making,
shalt thou by forsaking thy own,
give them back their home
For all is not lost
the Finder of Souls,
at his own cost,
shall find and save
For this has he come
Begotten not made

Shame

Oh the sour shame
that something so simple could blacken a name
Now the cause, so long in the past
has caught up with me and overrun me fast
The past, so tender my heart
Each beat hurts
and what is worse
Each beat is my last
that I will beat on this Earth
And now the painless gruesome end
To no lovers or friends
will I send
a goodbye
before I die
Death is not the end
For all will stand before the judgement seat
For all shall stand and meet
the Master and Creator
The Breath and Maker
The One and All
The Voice and Call
For to stand naked before the Father
with no shame or blame or regret
For to look back together
with someone who never forgets
is to live your life again
in person, in name
For to end what was begun
is not for the son
but the Lord
To say what you have done
you must have your own words
We see that life will win
Suicide, after all, is a sin

Visualisation of the waters above and the waters below.

Oh Father

Father I see their pain
My tears are useless in the rain
How may I ease the strain
Will You allow me to come again?

Father I see their fear
Someone has whispered into their ear
A cloudy vision that will not clear
So the Other can creep up near

Father please unburden them
I myself feel their shame
Those who stand and watch are also to blame
For all under the sun bow to one name

And then a light shone from on high
And all who saw let out a sigh
All who had voice let out a cry
and beauty restored to my eyes

A certain something something

A certain type of insanity
takes over me
when I see
the disparity
It's not what you do
It's to do it in style
It's in what you say
and the way that you smile
Bitter words and shouting
sadden the heart
Bitter words and shouting
makes the best lovers depart
Forgiveness returns you to your sender
Forgive so that you may remember

Tinkerer with Gods' toys

We are tinkerers with Gods toys

Having fanciful dreams and ploys

With in the limits of our imagination

Without the benefit of the power of Creation

Living each day by the Gift of Grace

Not able to withstand the light of His face

Not able to live without killing

Grist in the mill for the milling

Yet the strain holds on

Living life is sometimes fun

To be free of the strain of sinning

If only I were free of the losing and winning

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