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Monday Poem – “Breakthrough”

Breakthrough

Looking in the mirror at a person you don’t know.
Hiding from the cellars of a mental rendezvous.
…but you know you haven’t got too long
before the dust sets in,
building on a lot of hurt
and a concrete wall of sin.

I see that you can so I’m begging you to listen,
for your heart is going callous from that malice that consumes you.
You know your not alone, you’re not the only one whose bitten
but time ticks by at an awful rate and before it gets to late,
you need a breakthrough.

Dancing in the garden with a person you just met,
talking with a selfish charm that a worldly mind has set.
But you know you haven’t got too long,
before a time will come
when you can no longer turn away
from the wicked things you’ve done.

…and I know it isn’t easy,
right decisions never are,
God knows that, and I know that, so help is never far.
I know your gonna need someone to help dispel the doubt,
so Jesus died for you and me,
and helps us sinners out

Standing at the crossroads, now’s the time to take a pick,
you’ve had enough exposure so you’d better choose it quick,
because you know you haven’t got too long
before a time will come
when you can no longer turn away
from the wicked things you’ve done.

Before your heart goes hard you need a breakthrough.

Monday Poem- “…please…”

…please…

I’ve changed a lot
and you can help yourself to me.
You may choose not to though,
as you choose to ignore the change.

You may not understand
my love,
(though nor do I fully),
and you no longer accept my words
now the lies are gone.

I beg you though,
even though you can’t understand
my Love,
understand that He loves you.
However much you ignore the changes
in my life,
don’t ignore that He can change your life…
…that He wants to…
…and though you accept my words no more,
listen
to that small still voice-

“I am real”

“I am here”

“I am”

…please.

Monday Poem- “What has happened to me?”

What has happened to me?

If you’re wondering what’s happened to me
Just look in the mirror you’ll see.
If you can’t comprehend it could be
That it’s you that has formed all these words in of me

It’s got something to do with your eyes
And the way that they sigh
When you’re asking me why
God lets the small children die.

If you’re wondering what’s happened to me
Just look in the mirror you’ll see!

When you’re thinking of drawing a line
And of letting the line you’re drawing be fine,
If the fine words that rise while I’m walking that line
Form a poem that so naturally rhymes
Then let not speaking those words be a crime.

Are you seeing what’s happening to me?

It’s got something to do with your guise
And the way that you cry
When to the mirror you lie saying that
I’m just a full- of-it-guy.

Can’t you see what has happened to me?
Look past the reflection you’ll see
That it’s you that has happened to me.

Monday Poem- “The Artist 2”

The artist 2

He pursed his lips
And measured the question
For a moment or two.
Clearly prophetic,
He described a shocking future
With another view
Of a civilised apocalyptic city
And a thought of what he’d do
When the end of the world has loved him
And has hugged and kissed him too.
Armageddon then tucked him into bed
And with cold hands upon his head
Said “Goodnight aging artist, be at peace now,
I’ve taken your increasing interest so you can sleep now.”

And the city wept
When the artist slept
For she now had nothing left,
No one could stop her death
Once the artist’s spirit left.