beautiful love

The rising sun cresting the snow tipped peaks cannot compare in beauty to you
The gentlest ocean breeze no matter how soft and warm cannot replace
Your whisper on my lips
A birds eye view while soaring through the open blue does not suffice
As when I dream while gazing into your baby blues
I don't have wings but I got two feet that I have used to climb
In order to look through god's window to find what I was searching for
It is your beauty that causes the sun to crest the peaks
It is your whisper upon my lips that gently rocks the ocean
Gazing upon you and beholding your beauty is what gives me wings
That I may soar through the open skies with you as my Angel by my side
From this heavenly view I see that your beauty
Runs deeper than I have ever known
The radiant luster of your heart hypnotizes the moon and baffles the stars
Your compassion is a beacon of hope to all weary souls lost in the fog
Of the storm we call life
For even when you are in pain your tear drops bring a cleansing rain
This is my ballad of my heart, raised with all my soul
That I will always love you just the way you are

what you mean to me

The price of silver and gold cannot add up of what you mean to me

All the rubies and jewels of the wealthiest palace will never outshine

What you mean to me

What you mean to me will never tarnish and never fade

For what you mean to me is under lock and key in a place

That only you and me have the key to unlock the safe of what you mean to me

What you mean to me cannot compare to the world or any legendary hidden treasure

For only I can speak the true value of what you mean to me

What you mean to me runs so deep that it has become a part of me

Speak as I may, only a fraction of my words will land in the diamond 

Of What you mean to me

For it is my heart that holds what you mean to me

You must listen to its beat and count the price from the look in my eye

And measure its weight by taking my hand

But, to complete the diamond your smile must land on my lips

For you to know

What you mean to me

thank you

There are two words that I never thought I would say to some that passed through my life

And there is one in my life that I must speak those two words to everyday

To those that came and went and took a piece of me with you just know that you did not avail

I may have had sleepless nights and troubled days, but as I always do I found my way

To the one in my life I cherish you dear, because of you I no longer fear

But have days full of glory and cheer

To the world I speak, but single out a few; you know who you are

Thank You for my broken heart

Once I thought that impossible to say but hear me now, 

Thank You for my broken heart

When you thought you won you only paved the way to the one I speak of now

Thank You for mending my heart

I shout it out loud so all can hear, my heart is no longer broken

But complete by the one I hold near

Two simple words

Than You

But spoken to different ears has a very different meaning

One bitter and cold, and to my love full of knowledge that what I have spoken is clear

To the world I say,

Thank You for my broken heart

To my love I whisper

Thank You for healing my heart

rain

Slowly it starts, steadily it increases

My mind and heart are at war if it brings a washing relief

Or a grueling retreat

One drop at a time my mask is washed away

And soon I am revealed by the rain

Caught off guard I lower my head, 

I don't know if I can hold my head high in the rain

It may mask my tears but also wets my fears 

Until they rush out into the storm causing thunderings

That every soul can hear

Now alone with no mask and secrets revealed

I start to walk in the heart drenching rain

And let my feet guide me where they may

Cold and wet I look to the sky

And ever so slightly see a break in the clouds

That reminds me there is still someone worth fighting for

That moment will carry me on until the next rain comes

Eventually leading me to the time when no matter how dark

The sun will always shine in my life

the darkness before the dawn

Living in a world where everything is at our fingertips
What I want most is just out of reach
Walking alone I wonder if I am in the darkness before the dawn
My feet move and life goes on but I feel as stagnant as a dirty pond
Quenching the life out of anything that attempts to move on
A shadow has fallen, banishing the light to the farthest corners
Hope is all I have left to yield against the most terrifying of horrors
In the land of the darkness before the dawn
Just when I feel as though I have the upper hand I tend to forget
My strategic battle plan of how to survive this gladiator spectacle of a place
Despair and discouragement are the strongest of my woes,
They seek to suck me into the stench of misery and bind me to believe
That there is no escape from the darkness before the dawn
On the brink of letting go and drowning in the stagnant stench,
A hand plunge deep grasping my soul and pulling me back to life
As my heart vomits the unwanted taste of loneliness,
I recognize the touch of love upon my face
Opening my eyes, and shedding the shadow of disgrace
The darkness before the dawn
Has atlas been replaced

a knight within the night

Sleep is a peculiar thing, it may bring images of joy or nightmares of fright
Some nights I want to cry, others I just want to sleep and only awake to the lustrous sight of your beautiful face ready to wake me from my deep slumber with loves passionate delight and return me to mornings first light.
Each day is a new beginning, each night and endless prayer, a vicious cycle that I am damned to repeat until winters solstice is complete and the fateful winds bring my heart back to me
Dreary I will sleep, refreshed I will awake, and go about each hour in a cunning way
To some I will smile
To others I will weep
To my Maker I beg that he be with you in flight and send his angels to comfort you at night
Your Knight I will forever be, watch as I ride upon my true and loyal steed into your dreams at night and sweep you, my princess,  away into loves ever basking light
And end the cruel torture I endure at night

seasons of memories

Slowly the colors of the leaves start to change

Each bringing a new beauty to the land

And exposing one more mystery

As each leaf takes its course and trickles to the ground

A memory of you is twirled around

A memory of a dance on a bridge and a kiss in the young summers night

A memory of us swimming in the moonlight

A memory of us sharing laughter

A memory of you smiling in my direction

A memory of you from the first time we spoke after so many years

A memory of when you said yes to me

One by one each leaf falls

Until the last one tumbles heavy with snow fall

Each snowflake that comes down is a new opportunity to create a memory with you

And so the seasons will change

And memories continue to be made

midnight

Why is it that when the clock strikes midnight I feel the most alone?  Maybe it is because that midnight is when the fairytale ends.  Maybe it is the 12 long strokes of the clock that tick in my mind one by one reminding me of the pain.  One tear falls each tick, one sob escapes for each tock.
There is no glass slipper for me to return, there is only a piece of my heart missing.  I ask that you protect it so that one night when the clock does strike midnight you can fit it into the proper place and blow the storm of my eyes out of sight and instead of a tear and a sob, bring a hug and a kiss.
Midnight brings the pain as I lie awake every night since you have been gone praying for the welcoming sun so I may see your smile in the day, hear your laughter in the wind and feel your warmth.  And each day as the sun slowly sets my hopes of you returning to fix my broken heart fade only to be replaced with the torture of 12 midnight strokes reminding me of the pain.
I pledge to you my princess that I will keep fighting the horror of midnight and follow my trail of tears back to you and forever be your prince charming that we may live happily ever after.
Love will replace fear, hurt be overrun by healing.  Midnight replaced by 12 beats of our hearts entwined.

the rose

My thoughts turn to thee as the bud of a rose searches for every ray of sun that it may bloom into full beauty.
One petal opens as I think of the moment that I first saw you, I was trying not to stare.
Another petal opens as my hand intertwines with yours; wrapping together the feelings of each moment one by one that I get to spend with you.
As the sun continues to rise and reaches the rose each petal blossoms into full growth so that one may pass it on to the one he cares so deeply for that only a rose can stand as the symbol of his heart.

sitting here all alone

Sitting here all alone I see what the world is supposed to be a world where you are here with me and we laugh and cry as the days go by, giving of trust to find the love that was foretold of, that we dreamt of as the music of a child's heart played in the dark of night
Sitting here all alone a single tear drop falls off my cheek, saturating the barren ground to form a mirage of your face that gives me the hope to face one more day
Sitting here all alone I see others who have found the elusive beast of love and embraced it full heart
Sitting here all alone I hear your laughter, it rings through my heart reminding me that you are who you say you are
Sitting here all alone the stars shine brighter in a different majestic form, for they are far dimmer than when you are next to me, but put forth more the effort to create a gateway that allows me to gaze on you, and you on me as we sit alone looking up at the same night sky
Sitting here all alone I now know what you mean to me, and it breaks my heart that it took me sitting here all alone to see that you are what love is to me

my best friend's hands

I want to tell you about my best friend
He is a man that stands as tall as the mountains-immovable in his faith
His testimony whispers as the roar of a lion to the hearts of man
One look into his eyes and you see a world of wonder and curiosity
Orbiting around the focus of love towards his fellow men
His feet have walked many miles tracking down dreams and visions
His laughter shines down in a summer suns ray, whistling across a lake, swimming with God's creations
His character resembles that so closely to the Saviour, Jesus Christ,
That one can only tell them apart by the prints on their hands
Christ's hands bear the print of the nail, stained with redeeming drops of blood
Sent to do the Father's will and obeyed faithfully
My best friend, his hands hold the memories of souls uplifted,
His hands have crafted sculptures of diligence and faith
My best friends hands have left an imprint where it matters most
His hands are Christ's hands

you are making a difference

You may see an ordinary being when you look in the mirror
You may feel that you are of no worth
Or that one voice cannot raise a sacred strain
Often times you do not realize that God is using you
For his special purpose
It is time to take a step back and search the past to see that
You are making a difference

Clouded by societies judgement it is hard
To tune into the source that is saying such absurd things
For how could one of your stature make a difference?
You are a mere person with no educational power,
No outstanding wisdom, or pompous gain
In disbelief you continue to wonder, how in the world,
You are making a difference?

As you tremble down the street with no pace entrancing your walk,
You happen upon a lone being beckoning you to sit and watch
As the world slowly ticks by

In a rush your heart yearns for this lone being as you hear a story of grief and pain
And surprisingly you hear your voice start to raise a sacred strain;
One that you thought was aloof to your words
For hours you listen, for minutes you talk
And with a final soft tick the world of that day has gone by

This lone stranger stands to bid you adieu
Generously thanking you for allowing God to use you
In such a special way
As you embrace this mans hand you feel the print of the nail and understand just how
You have made a difference

Tears in your eyes you meet his beautiful gaze and manage to mouth the words
"Thank you"
As he turns to walk away the windows of heaven open as a scroll and you hear God whisper,
"My child, you are making a difference."

heads or tails

Change comes from an authoritative arrangement
With the flip of a coin life's balance hangs spinning in the air
Deciding my life's fate
Either heads or tails, change is imminent

Heads will lead down one path; tails another
Heads will open a door to a new found land
Reaping with abundant blessings
Tails will close a door but open a window
That will allow me to see as far as the horizon

Abundance will come with work
The horizon will extend with faith
Both sides of the coin will change my life
Either path will make me stretch beyond my strength
Each arrangement will be full of fear,
Compromised by the sweetest change
I cannot follow both sides of the coin
I can follow God's will whether heads or tails

fishing pole

There is an item that often gets passed down from generation to generation
Father to son
Many may view it as obsolete, but to the certain one
This item may be the very key
To finding their inner self and what joy
A fishing pole can bring

Many hours are spent, casting and retrieving
To master the fine art of fishing
But more importantly it is the memories
That are caught with the lure of life

You may quickly forget the fish you catch
Never will one forget the tug on rod, the bounteous sky
Or the deep conversations with their fishing buddy

A fishing pole is much more than a stick with line; it is the path that leads to lakes and streams and allows
One to get lost in wonderment
It is an essence that drives a man to look past the horizon and
Fish deep for what may lie beneath and awaken a new generation to the thrill
A fishing pole can bring

embers of our heart

Father this day we fall on bended knee
To ask that you bless our day as tribulation comes our way
We promise to remain true;
If we begin to lose our way we plead that you blow upon
The embers of our heart to remind us of our
Nothingness and that you know the way

Father this day as we walk down the broken road
To seek out those lost souls who have fallen by the way side
We ask that you blow upon the embers of our heart
That we may pass to those we find
The burning of the spiritual flame

Father this day as we are lifted upon the cross
Our minds reflect the past and inquire the need for change
Before you let us down off our cross, we ask that
You put our hearts into thine refiners flame
That the embers of our heart may remain
The keeper of the flame