Everyman

Everyman walks this earth alone;
surrounded by wealth, common friends and foes.
But in his desperate time of need and on his lonely road,
he finds there none-he is still so alone.

Death creeps beneath his door,
whilst sleep he slumbers and at death he snores.
But alas, he is woken and by God's hand is bore
the weight of this world to walk forever more.

He pleads and whines
begging for this trial to come another time.
He is not ready! He has none by his side!
But, says death, take it in stride.

Oh sweet Jesus, intercede for us now,
death comes before life frowns.
The lines of age crumble like gowns
and before we are ready; we are cut down.

But while we remain on this earth alone,
there are none more so than those who forgo,
the pleasantries that  right and wrong bestow
and throw themselves at things below.

Alone, alone; Everyman, we are not alone!
For in our greatest need when no
man or beast alive can bestow
the friendship we must know,

To the safety of Jesus' loving arms we can always go!

Peace to Those Below

The clouds gather in my sky

And everything’s still about me.

My heart throbs for better days

But beats for days gone by.

 

The clouds melt from the sky,

While polishing the crystal blue globe;

For the “Son” conquers the world,

And gives Peace to those below.

Rain

The world is a great green mist,

That swirls its spray with a twist.

The darkening clouds bolt their cries,

But the rain pours without reply.

The falling sky empties out its tears

On the humid earth with dampened fears,

Since Mother Earth continually pines

For each small liquid drop of sunshine.

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!