Poetry Across the Span

Casting Adrift (cont.)

Poetic Balm

The soul must be searched
Decisions are mine
Am I looking back
On my emotional bind?

On self-solution of my soul's troubles
For my own self-worth
Am I rejecting my spiritual rebirth?
Why did I throw out
The poems from the past?
I no longer needed them
But my heart didn't want to let go of them
And I want them back
I threw them out, out of emotion.

So long as I live life under God's wisdom
I will grow ( thanks to God) as part of His kingdom.
This truth will not change: that he knows what I need.
So be humble, my heart, and water the seed
That God planted in you and watered with love.
And remember the seed is sprinkled with blood.
May it flower through faith understanding God's grace
And that God gives me reason to run out this race.

I Just Wanna Feel, OK!

It's simple, I'm frustrated, and
    I just wanna feel, OK.
I'm solutions oriented, so how do I change
    'Cos I just wanna feel OK.
Maybe if I do some good acts among others,
I'll be able to sleep at ease among brothers,
Having done my lot to erase the guilt
My foundation of safety once again firmly built
    Only to fall again?

But wait! I
	think
		I've
			missed
				some-
					thing....

If the Word is so simple why do I forget?
The words that I read are so hard to accept.
Why should a promise of life, a free gift to us all
Make my heart comtemptuous, if anything at all?

For I wanted to be able to help myself
And take pride in what I do and say.
I wanted the credit for my life and my fruit.
I just wanted to feel OK.

Oh, heart! Be silent! Be humble! Look on!
Accept and appreciate God's gift of his son.
Surrender your life to the master above.
You'll be OK, by living under his love.

Death of a Conscience

Day by day, I see a little less
Of the rocky road that will lead me to happiness
Day by day, my feelings get more suppressed
I tune the radio to the station that's the loudest

But I'm not depressed

Like a fading dream, is the hope I hold
To break down and cry, could I be so bold?
To open up my eyes, to see what I'm told
To get into life, before I'm too old, too old

I've grown cold

Inhumanity no longer seems so bad to me
I feel nothing in the face of a world's screams
I feel nothing in the face of my broken dreams
Nothing in the future really matters, or so it seems

There are no dreams

There will come a day when I stop running away,
From the things that scare me frozen today
My feet are fixed, but I think I like it that way
Help me please, don't let my life decay

I want to play
In the land of the living
I don't want to fade
Fade away

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Document last updated 17 April 1997