31 December 2011

a Prodigal's song as sung by Another.

This is my Story.
This is my Song.


From a Sinner to his Maker
Your Prodigal son is on his knees.
Sweet God, please hold onto me.

22 December 2011

A House Divided. A House on Fire.

His House is on fire, but he stands in the doorway with the Law held high, opposing any force that threatens the ideas his grandfathers passed down that have long been gathering dust, and now burn as tinder for the consuming flames of Truth and Progress. He'll lose it all for the sake of preserving it all. In the end out of the ashes will rise what some had been for years trying to bring about peaceably, but without the redeemable portions of the past that might have been preserved. And our children will tell their children of life before he let it all burn down, but they won't understand, and the House he left on fire will fade from the stories of time, only to be glimpsed in the reflection of the tears of the old men that recall a time when the House still stood.

11 December 2011

These Days


These days I seem to think a lot

About the things that I forgot to do.

And all the times I had the chance to.