Joyful Joy

image

Sunshine in leaves

There’s something about the joy in a smile
That brings a few tears to my eyes.
It’s a little silly, I’m not quite sure why,
But my heart overflows with delight!

A smile, a laugh, in the midst of sorrow,
Is a magnificent, wonderful show!
A dazzling light amongst the shadows;
In the dark, blissfulness glows!

A beautiful contrast, ageless and fair,
That warms us all to the core.
The jovial voice after years of despair:
This joy is from my Dear Lord!

Love from a friend, in its due season,
Brings joy to the deepest of grievance.
Every smile, a graceful achievement;
The beauty of God’s benevolence.

Advertisements

The True Hero

image

Who is a true hero?

He stands at the front of the battle line,
Alone, when all others have fled.
Frost forms in the fox holes at night:
The true hero’s cold, awful bed.

Darkness continues to engulf the field,
Accompanied by firework light.
In the trenches, there’s no coffee or tea.
The true hero’s rest is not kind.

Stars look down on the sadness and fright
In every soldier’s own heart.
Their spirits are weary of the terrible fights;
The true hero’s hope is a spark.

In the shadows, the moon sheds the twitterlight
For all to see only smoke.
Fires burn across the ground and the sky;
The true hero’s tears only choke.

Dawn of the day begins with the shouts
Of guns, tanks, bombs, and war.
There is no peace in battlefield sounds;
The true hero’s peace is yours.

Sorrow of sorrows! Agony so ripe!
The loss of a comrade, dear.
No greater love than to lay down his life:
The true hero’s motive is clear.

Soldiers in pain, their fears never end;
They look to the hero to unite.
But on who does the hero truly depend?
The true hero’s sight is on Christ.

Shattered

What happens when everything falls apart.

What happens when everything falls apart.

Pieces fall from a broken sky:
A million tiny diamonds.
Tears fall from a place up high:
Shattered little moments.

Every piece holds something dear,
Glimmering in the sun.
Each, a memory, once so near;
Now only distant reruns.

Try to put them back together;
A hopeless, endless task.
Leave them there for another,
To admire as they pass.

One up high, who holds the key,
(To mend the broken sky)
Waits for some to come and see
What shattered dreams look like.

Rain Clouds

The clouds move in, so dark and black;
And thunder rolls and lightning flashed.
With fearful eyes and quivering hearts,
We watched the light and dark sides clash.

We cannot know the mystery;
There are things that go unseen.
A battle between good and evil
Is happening behind the scenes.

Rain pours on to the hard blacktop;
Mists rise up to high treetops.
Torrential water falls from above,
As shadows shed their loads, thousands of drops.

The battle continues for a short while,
Until the payloads of ammo are empty
Shadows are scattered across the sky
As the clouds break, revealing the light.

Light wins again, but that’s no surprise:
God is creator, the great Lord of life.
Victory is His, there is no contest;
Shadows for a season, but then ends all strife.

Flip-Flop Day

I dream of this day that’s done, 
The start and the end. 
From morning to evening, 
From dusk until dawn.

Clouds filled the sky up high, 
Wind caused a chill. 
But in my beating heart, 
Love warmed me still.

The fires burn so bright, 
From day until night. 
Where is the guiding light, 
In this fight for life?

Smoke fills the sky, 
Time travels by, 
And though I’m just passing by, 
I still feel the sigh.

Rain falls this morning, 
Flames start to die. 
But my heart is beating 
Deep down inside.

Afternoon, then evening, 
Clouds start to part;
Sunshine starts falling, 
The rain has all stopped.

The heat beats us down;
Sweat pours down my brow. 
But in this scorching town, 
My love still stays sound.

Through the ups and downs, 
Around bends, through doors;
The constant that keeps me strong:
My Savior, Christ the Lord.

He is my strength, 
Never giving in. 
Darling, I’ll go the length, 
Just know I trust in Him.

Clockwork Boy

What is wrong, little clockwork boy?
Why so glum? Why no tick-tock joy?

Is it this: that your cogs are clogged?
Is it that this rain made you rust?

Tick: you feel almost right again.
Tock: you fall with no help from friends.

Coiled up springs, interlocking gears;
Wound by hand many times a year.

Without care, the clock starts to slow.
Loneliness causes rust to grow.

Springs unsprung because no one cares.
No friends here; all are unaware.

Broken ropes, worn from constant use.
Cracked axels, hurt by friends: abused.

Who is there to mend; to repair?
Can you run after you are snared?

Have no fear, little clockwork boy.
Christ is near, to fill you with joy.

He can clean; you will be like new.
No more rust; polished and so true.

So smile now, little clockwork boy!
No more fear, no more worthless toy.

Wound up now to face the new day;
Ready to take the step of faith.

Who can know what adventures wait?
Listen now, hear that storm abate?

Weathered, beaten, pummeled, broken;
Another hurt around each bend.

Barely making it through each year,
Enduring every painful tear.

Until, at last, you were found there;
A shadow of what you once were.

Gentle hands picked you up softly;
Showed you a little mystery:

Every crack, every broken piece,
Used to make a fine masterpiece.

All the dents, scratches and scrapes,
Used by God in what He has made.

You are now something grand and new!
More beautiful than crystal dew.

Clockwork boy, loved and cherished too,
You have joy in the black and blue.

So my dear, little clockwork boy;
Never fear, never lose your joy.

I love you dear, always, ever.
Sleep tonight, a peaceful slumber.

One last thought, little clockwork boy…
I love you lots, in Christ: my joy.