If Only I Were Like You

 I can hurt and cause pain

I can force tears to fall, without a reason,

The storm the strife the rain:

Are all mine.

If only I were like you.

You are gentle and forgiving,

Your touch is the caress of a woman.

Tall and tender trees in spring:

All are yours.

If only I were like you.

The crowds shrink with disdain

As I pass through the throng;

Many bless your name

As you walk through the masses.

Oh, if only I were like you.

My hands, beautifully fashioned,

Can only wreak disaster through the lands;

Your Hands, sorrowfully pinioned,

Have saved uncounted souls.

If only I could be like you.

With your amazing love

You have forgiven the unforgivable.

I, want this love from above

But, alas, I am the unforgivable one.

If only, oh, if only I could be like you.

Before clouds of witnesses, you have risen;

And to my surprise, I have risen too.

Is this that mysterious love that’s christened

My undeserving head?

What does this mean?

My broken head, I bow,

What rock of ages have you cleft for me?

My eyes were blind, but now,

These eyes can see!

Could I really ever be like you?

Your promises are true and real

Your ways are just and pure,

I bow to you and kneel.

If I but trust and walk with you:

I can be like you.

You have mounted me on eagle’s wings

When I did not deserve it,

You have given me a chance to sing

With you, forever, in glory:

Now, only now, can I be like you.

Though the storm rage on...

A cold stone with his slimy seal,

Rocks my world with his bones of steal.

There is no place for my soul,

Just a heart of acid coal,

With the waves rolling through in low

Rough tumbling turns below,

Etching their design

With no room to resign.

No rest is within his bowls

Or peace between the winds wild howls.

Oh, to be free of him;

To believe and live without the slime of sin,

To reach a hopeful hand to heaven,

And feel a hand reach down and sever

The chains holding fast to a toiling wretch

Below a raging sea of boiling stench.

Oh, to feel the safety of God’s arms,

Rather than the fear before the storm.

This is a sinner’s plight,

But there is still no life,

Until that plight be turned around,

And we are brought down

In prayer, to give our soul a resting place

By trusting in God’s everlasting grace.

Then one day, though the sea rage on,

And pull us down to the great beyond,

We will see our fate sealed,

By the bloody hand of a perfect lamb,

And no more fill our trusting toiling soul,

With the cold slimy stone that rests beneath the heartless sea below.

© 2012 db

The May Queen

May queens with flowers in their hair

Flit back and forth with baskets, share.

The drops of sun shine they are flinging

Are small white flowers, what joy they’re bringing!

With small white fingers they braid their hair

In ripples of laughter they fondle with care.

And in their hair they weave some Thyme,

Some daisies, and Pansies and vines.

In bursts of glee they crowd around

A girl in golden flowers crowned.

Gentleness, Kindness, and love are her ways,

For she is the only Queen of May. 

The Night Has Gone

The night

Has gone,

Thus lights

The dawn

In rays

Of gold;

Bright rays

Behold.

So dark

Dead night

Can spark

No fright;

To all

Sleepers:

Morn calls

Wakers!

TITANIC

Titanic

Bang, bang; hammer, hammer.
Building her
Rivet, rivet; tic, tacket, tic.

She rises from the ground;

And by the world is crowned.

Titanic

Hoorah, hooray; there she goes.
She blows
Froom, horumph: the funnel.
 

A million voices shouting,

For Pride was abounding.

Titanic

Swishing, splishing through night.
Dark waters
Silence, silence: roars the seas.
 

The sea is glass

And silent, is the mass.

Titanic

Bump,tilt, zzzzn and scratch.
Blue berg
Ice, splice, shiver and rittle. 

God save our souls!
This from a thousand voices rolls.

Titanic

Driving, diving; thunderous quake.
Silence forever
Hush, hush the sea tide whispers.
 

Titanic is bound in silent grip

For only God could sink that ship.

City Bright

In slumber I wake to his calling

But in anguish, I am mauling
What once was His delight
I now in slumber blight.

The earth created perfect

Under His hand no defect,
Yet Lucifer came along
Seizing earth, to him belong.

Now under Satan’s rule

I sleep walk like a fool,
What God has made right
I am blind and wake in night.

God in His Mercy and Compassion

Has found for me a bastion;
And has provided me a way
To be in His arms to stay.

Now, am I an overcomer

And rejoice over that great blunder.
For He has given me a light
To find my way to city bright.

Happy poem in your pocket day!!

A letter at a time,
A word that perchance rhymes,
A lyric that fills a tune;
To be sung from May to June,
Then kept for years to come,
Over and over again, sung.

These are things of life;
They are precious and without strife,
They harness the galloping wind,
As we sing over the din,
For when we have quieted all,
We will have nothing left to solve.

For our words will have meaning,
And it will be beautiful poetry!

© 2012 db