Jim (short Story)

"Deny your faith or die" He said while pointing a gun at my head.  "Pull the trigger" I said calmly.

          My name is Jim I am a Christian, my life gets threatened daily, God always shows me a way out.  To continue the good fight.  My life is threatened by those who hate God and all those who call upon his Holy name, evil no good people that they are. Yet God loves them and I not should hate them, but pray for them.  I have been shot at (as well as shot), I have been in prison, I have been chained to a wall.  Both with my feet on the ground and with my feet dangling in the air.

          It is only by the grace and mercy of God that I have survived this long.  I have seen churches burnt down.  Friends and family shot and killed some hung on crosses.  Still God has let me move on.  To spite the pain he gives me strength and courage.  In my loneliness he gives me comfort.  For I must fight the good fight.  Preaching God's word whenever and wherever I can, until the Lord calls me home.  Showing kindness in the face of darkness and evil.  For I have been set upon a path.  I must see that path to the end.

          Jim here wishing Godspeed and strength to all my Christian brothers and sisters out there.  Keep up the fight.  Though we may loose a few battles.  We will win this war.

Judy (Short Story)

This is my last night alive.  I meet the firing squad tomorrow.  They will kill me all for my faith in Christ.  I will meet their bullets bravely and with courage knowing that my reward in heaven is sure.  I pray for those on the squad, that God will not hold this against them (They are just following orders).  I pray for those that give the orders, that their eyes my be open to see the light of God.  I pray for my husband and children (Who are being forced to watch) that their faith my be strengthened by the example I show.

          When I became a Christian and started to boldly share my faith, I knew this would happen one day.  I am not mad, I am not sad.  I will soon be with my Lord, that makes me happy.

Today

Today, you can decide to walk in freedom

You can choose to walk differently

You can walk as a free person

enjoying every step

This Stone

Upon this stone I write my name in blood

I do this for the sake of love

For your love you did take

Upon this stone my heart did break

No roses grow upon this stone

For the warmth and love you now withhold

Thorns now take their place

For the tears coming from my face

Upon this stone

I feel so cold

This coldness could freeze a man so bold

Though I am young

I feel quite old

Upon this stone

I am wrapped in chains

I don’t know if I can stand this pain

How to go on I do not know

Shall I forever remain upon this stone

Someone come and kill me now

For upon this stone I lower my brow

To take life’s final bow

Upon this stone wolves eat my remains

My body consumed while my blood stains

They eat the meat, but leave the bones

Of the man once upon this stone

Upon this stone

I will say

Though I am gone

My love shall forever remain

UPON THIS STONE

THE VOICE

A voice is calling from the wilderness

A voice

The voice

The voice of he who called the world into being

The voice of he who calls the dead back to life

The voice of he who can heal wounds

Who gives hope to the hopeless

The voice of he who gives life eternal

You can hear him calling through

The thunder roll

You can hear him calling through

The pulsing of your heart

His voice

Is the voice of the weak

The oppressed

The lost child

Seeking it’s way back home

The voice of a baby crying

Every voice that calls out for help

Is his voice

Every answer to life’s cry for help

Is his voice

Now that you know his voice

Will you listen for it

Will you answer it’s call

The Potter

    There he sits at his potter’s wheel clay in his hands

As the wheel starts turning I began to understand

God is the potter and I am the clay, and he has shaped me in his way

He is not finished there is still more to do

A little more work on me and I will be like new

A great work by thy perfect hands

 Just like the potter with the clay in his hands

The Poet

The Poet is a speaker of the world

Or maybe a prophet true

For there is special meaning in all they say and do

A poet’s words are very close to the heart of man and beast

A poet’s words shall show the goal we seek

In a world of such mistrust and pain

It is the poet who sheds a light through the falling rain

A poet’s words always cause emotional flair

Most of these words have a calming air

Others speak words that just sound good

But really have no part

Within this complex thing we call the human heart

There is a place deep within the soul

This is a quiet place that poets know

In this place great words get their start

Poets dip deep within this pool

Pulling out works of art

Others see this spot

As a dark and lonely place

Dying and decaying

Completely void of  grace

If the world shall end

A poet would say it ended in a flash

There came about a mighty wind

Then the world did crash

Others would say that the world did end

They would leave it simply at that

Twisted Sister

Twisted sister

Twisted sister

Your twisted I’ll say that

You twist yourself into a loop

All while wearing a twisted hat

Twisted sister

Twisted sister

I’m sorry I had my doubt

You twisted yourself into a knot

However now you can’t twist out

What Is It

What is it

I don’t understand

Is it even

A part of the plan

What is it

I can not tell

Why does it make

Such a terrible smell

Is it short

Is it fat

Is it big

Is it flat

What is it

Is it round

Is it square

Is it for the land

Is it for the air

What is it

What is it

I need to know

What is it

Will it explode

You bring this thing

Within this room

I have to ask

Is it doom

There upon the desk it sits

The question still remains

What is it

WHAT WAS HER NAME

How I loved her

What was her name

With eyes of blue

red hair like flame

Why I loved her

I can not explain

Please tell me

What was her name

Tall and slender

Skin soft as silk

Every time she spoke my name

It made the coldest day melt

I loved her then

I love her still today

Please tell me

What was her name

Her warm embrace

So full of power and grace

I loved to have her near

The worst sorrow turned to cheer

My heart beats for this girl

With hair of flame

Please tell me

What was her name

I love this girl

With hair of flame

Please someone please tell me

What was her name

She is one from my past

I would like to get back

I still seek her out today

Please oh please tell me

What was her name

For the love of all that is right

This is really driving me insane

Please

For the sake of all that is holy

Tell me her name

When you’re in love

When you’re in love

There is nothing like it

Your whole world changes

You see things in a whole new way

When you’re in love

You stop thinking only of yourself

You start thinking of the one you care about

They become the center of your world

Nothing else matters

Just to be with them

When you’re in love

Nothing is he same anymore

Nothing will ever be the same again 

Where I was

I look at where I am

I look at where I've been

I can see where I have grown

As a person

I am not what I once was

Nor do I ever plan to return

I like who I am now

Word of God Speak

Word of God speak

Fill my heart and soul

May your voice guide me

Along life's road

The Machine 2

Some have been jailed

Some have been hunted down and executed

All for standing up for what they believe

Standing up for their rights

Each one

Fighting against the oppression that surrounds them

Fighting to be free

Fighting to destroy

THE MACHINE

The machine

The machine is taking over

Individualty is being lost

Everyone acts the same

Everyone looks the same

Everyone moves the same

The machine is taking over

Like a well oiled peice

The true self is no more

Only the machine is left

The true self lost

Lost in the crowd

Lost in the void

Lost to the world

Stepping in time with everyone else

Marching to the same

Rhythm and beat

Even eyes blinking

At the same time

All one mind

All one soul

All one thought

No more fun

No more free spirits

The machine will not allow it

No more free thinkers

No more joy

The machine is stern in its ways

The Graduates

Here they stand with wandering eyes

 Trying to decide what to do with their lives

 Some will go to college
Some will stay home
Some will find a job
and 
Some will just roam 

Here they stand all in a line wandering how they can possibly Get through this night

The Forgotten Children

They stand on street corners

In allies

Or other places

You may not see them

However there they are

Children

Victims of abuse

Victims of neglect

The forgotten

The lost

The hurting

They did nothing wrong

They were just born

All they wanted was to be loved

Why all the scorn

Why all the hatred

Why have they been turned out so young

They are all alone

No one to calm their fears

No one to dry their tears

No one to love them

No one to help them grow

They stand on street corners

In allies

Or other places

You may not see them

However there they are

Children

Victims of abuse

Victims of neglect

The forgotten

The lost

The hurting