Well, here you are at the the Poetry Corner for issue number 5! I hope you enjoy the selected poems...and please, if you have poetry that you've written, I'd love to feature it in next month's issue. Just send me your poem(s)! Thanks :)
Oh yeah, please remember everyone, that these poems belong to their authors and are copyrighted, so be sure to give them credit if you print them out for anything or send them to anyone. Thanks!
Now, without further delay, here's the featured poems...
Your Call
Hey, friend, I know what time it is, hope it's not too late,
Yeah, I know you don't believe, no need to set me straight,
But you've been haunting every thought until I couldn't sleep,
Not waiting for the sun to come, don't think that this can keep.
You've seen the wealthy brethren turn their greenbacks on the poor,
Seen hypocrites like Janus check their lives at the church door,
Seen men of God who've fleeced the flock, call them shepherd's crooks,
Seen snakeskin salesmen sell their heaven in short seven-step books,
You've seen good examples topple, you've seen the faithful stray,
And far too many times you've seen me trip on feet of clay,
Seen those who aim to stop abortion picking up the gun,
Seen Sunday deacons stagger home, lay hands on wife and son,
You've seen white-robed men wear the cross they burn for their crusade,
Seen playing children blown Heaven-high by a holy hand grenade,
Seen Auschwitz guards sing Stille Nacht about a baby Jew,
Seen every foul perversion of what I know is true.
Hey, friend, I know I'm only human isn't a good reason,
Good intentions pave the road and sin's always in season,
We've only one redeeming virtue, but He tips the scales,
For, beyond these earthen vessels, the Lord always prevails.
I've seen false gods like Dagon fall before Him on their face,
Seen the all-surpassing joy when His Spirit rocks the place,
Seen pierced hands tear down the walls and His people reconcile,
Seen God's Amen to grace and hope in a newborn's smile,
I've seen the healings happen when the living flame rains down,
Seen the saints of righteousness pursue the conqueror's crown,
Seen the body of believers rise up to praise His name,
Seen the image on their faces of the Savior they proclaim,
I've seen the saints devote their lives to answering His call,
I've seen the woodwork churches stand against the firing wall,
Seen men and women beaten by the souls they came to save,
Seen the faithful follow the road of roses to the grave.
Hey, friend, I know this Jesus Christ, who, sinless, died for you,
I'm no Damascus thunder, I'm more Balaam's ass, it's true,
But, before you wash your hands of this ages old debate,
Know Jesus is the only Way that leads through Heaven's Gate.
Yeah, friend, I know what time it is, just hope it's not too late.....
written by: J. R. Appleby
Johny
Pop, bang, boom, pow
Mama's dead
Johny took a vow
He didn't know if he could
He didn't know how
Kill a man
Take his gun
Leave the state
Johny's on the run
Cops after him
Gang's mad
Johny's frightened
Johny's sad
Still he remembers
Mama's death
Screams his vow
With a gasping breath
Still he runs
Still he hides
Looking for a friend
In whom he can confide
Took his gun
Took his aim
Took his last breath
Couldn't handle the pain
Pull the trigger
But couldn't do it
Something holding him back
Couldn't quite explain it
Johny wants to change
But doesn't know how
Doesn't want to ask for forgivness
Ground's to hard to plow
Scared to go back
Afraid of others
Johny longs for acceptance
But doesn't want lovers
Johny's tired
But still remembers his vow
Johny wants to get help
But doesn't know how
Stumbles into a bar
Searching for love there
Three hours later he leaves
Still feeling empty and bare
Johny searches here
Johny searches there
In a desperate attempt to find love
Yet can't find it anywhere
On the streets again
Johny stumbles into a church
Hungry for love
Is ready to give up the search
The people greet him
With arms open wide
They love Johny as he is
Johny doesn't know why
"Christ loves you
As you are.
You don't have to search for Him,
He isn't very far."
Johny's search
Is now over
Getting off drugs
Keeping sober
Walking with God
Every day
Reading His word
Loving to pray
Johny forgot
That vow he made
He prays for the murderers
He wants them to be saved
Johny is now
Seventy-seven
Johny is now
Ready to go to heaven
-BH-
A Withered Flower
A flower grows strong from the rain
Standing strong in the wind and storm
But when the drout comes
And the flower has no rain
It can't stand strong in the wind
Ripping out it's roots which no longer are strong
It flys through the air landing on the ground
There is were it withers and slowly dies.
Without you,
The rain of my life Lord
Only a withered Flower am I.
Written by: Heather Hurley
In Your Presence
Bright, ever so bright
The rays beam from your face
Into your awesome presence
I step into your Holy place
All traces of fear melt
As your love embraces me
And worries disappear
I truly am set free
I'm unworthy of this love
Undeserving of this grace
And yet you search me out
Before I seek your face
It's in your presence
Everlasting joy I feel
And then and there I know
Your peace is truly real
I'm strengthened and renewed
And my mission is to shine
To mirror God's pure love
So this peace others might find
-HK-
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