ORIGINAL
And Co-Written
POEMS
each breath I take
I take for you
I am not ashamed to say
I need you
every thought imprinted
on the background
of my mind
is of you
no greater love
than mine
for you
is the signature
at the closing
of the book
of my life
you are each breath
I take
and when I breath no more
the thoughts that come together
to complete the work of art
that is my life
will all be thoughts
of you.
I love you.
I seem to forget my torment
when starlight bathes my tear stained face
I feel as if for that moment
I forget the pain that brought me to this place
and when a cloud glides slowly by
the moon becomes that cloud
I feel as if I could die
and cover myself with a peaceful shroud
my teary blue, swimming eyes
are hypnotized by starry skies
and God is there inside my heart
to hold me tightly within His
for a moment I forget my torment
and in thanks I bow to Christ
for the moments of torture
He endured that I might turn my eyes
to the starlit skies and sing
out my Psalm of Thanks
I admit that deep inside
I struggle with my foolish pride
I found it hard to understand
how to be the kind of man
to set myself free
I'm so glad I took the time
to know my dad before he died
he couldn't tell me what to do
I was the only one who knew
the best thing for me
think of those among your friends
with whom you need to make amends
don't be one who hesitates
who waits until it's too late
to swallow their pride
I'm so glad I took the time
to love my dad before he died
just as Our Father sent His Son
to let us know that everyone
needs love in their life.
this would be a good place to post this
poem about a sadly dysfunctional
family.
Her inheritance is DEATH!
and what chance is there for truth to be known
when questions can be ignored
by those who have the most to hide
from what they should inwardly groan
that would eat a normal person up inside
by whom the law is scorned
does wealth destroy conscience?
you can hide;
but not forever
even money can't buy amnesty
will not purchase forgetfulness
when a child is killed
for when the cord of life is too soon severed
by the work of someone's selfish will
no amount of avoidance
will keep the truth from
being forced out
into the world
much as a newborn
emerges from
the silent warmth of the womb
what happened will be revealed
through the efforts of those who care
for the life of this poor abused child
how hard did JonBenet fight
to keep alive her young dreams
the ugly truth
will soon be hurled
forced out of some Satanic gloom
and the secret bared before
a childs lonesome tomb
revealing some ambitious evil scheme
undaunted by stone walls
there are those who hear as
her young soul screams
in silent death aloud
and as the world sits by in wonder
she depends on those who have vowed
to keep this tragedy before their eyes
and not to let it be swept under
the public rug of apathy
this modern tragedy
the way she lived
forced into adulthood at six
the saddest thing
about this woman child
is the pressure
she was forced
to live under
why was she killed
was it because she wanted to
be a child for a while
which member of your family
actually strangled her
fulfilling the corporate will
of the Ramsey's
you can prove me wrong
simply answer this;
what and why
are you hiding?
©1998
Sam Hyde
by Cheryl Wylie
Listen to the silence.
From within this silence
you will hear the still,
small voice of God.
Cherish the silence,
for it is your time with God.
And if He chooses to be silent,
rejoice because He has the
confidence in you that He need
not speak.
"Trust Me,Trust God"
I truly want to live my life
as a living sacrifice
of trust
I looked my heart right in the eye
and prayed to God I'd understand
what it takes to be a man
of trust
My Dearest Lord;
please calm the storm
that rages through my restless soul
Oh; Jesus, please
turn its whirling swirling seas
to an ocean of love
we must ask God to be our guide
then He'll truly magnify
the poetry that's deep inside
each of our souls
look your heart right in the eye
and pray to God in Jesus name
Lord; show me how to live my life
as a living sacrifice
of trust.
By Joseph Vance & Sam Hyde
Peace in the night
when I kneel
before You
As I raise my tired eyes toward heaven,
I catch a glimpse of the moon
As it appears from behind lazy clouds
and I remember who made all things
and your peace descends once
again on my heart
such placid beauty at night
the heavens aflame with starlight
calms my troubled mind
and;
It illuminates my soul when I see but one star in the sky,
knowing that the same light which gave it life
has called me to a new birth in the midst of
the black hole of eternity
where darkness awaits those
who reject peace in their heart
and have never knelt in prayer
amid the starry hosts
of heaven
Like Cain, they are wroth at having their
less than worthy offering rejected.
They do not view the night as a time to notice God's handiwork,
but as a time to do deeds unbecoming in the light of day
so that when they come to live in outer darkness forever,
they will truly be in their own element
left to suffer the fate they desired
what really breaks Gods heart is
that desire to live apart
to never kneel at night
in peaceful prayer
and see the moon softly illuminate the land
the sky aflame with stars.
by Jennifer Porter
As I am sitting and watching my friends,
I see the difference in the good and the bad.
The people I thought that were so sincere,
Are just a front for what they really feel.
Together they laugh and make believe,
As children do, Oh, how I grieve.
For the truth comes out when they've gone their way.
And the friends that were are scorned and shamed.
To say the least, they tend to use you,
For nothing more than pure amusement.
For loving others is very rare,
It's a shame, I know, 'cause few really care.
Maybe some day I'll find a person,
to love and trust and be reassuring,
until that day that I know will come,
I'll be led by the hand of my Almighty God!
by Cheryl Wylie
"Choose this day whom you will serve";
the King of Kings or lord of this world.
Satan promises fortune and fame,
glory and honor, but his gifts are lame
compared to forgiveness, mercy and peace,
life everlasting to those who are least
in this world of chaos, turmoil and sin;
believe and accept is where you begin.
Confess His name; His love is true
a free gift for all, yet He died for you.
From His death your life is guaranteed.
He bore your sins and you were freed
from condemnation, judgment, wrath.
He lived to light for you a path
to heaven's glory, God above.
He did it all because of love!
On the cross, forgotten Son,
sacrificed and, "It is done."
by Cheryl Wylie
Father,You've heard
my travail:
my anguished cries,
my heartsick wail.
You've felt my pain,
You've seen my tears.
You know my heart
was full of fears.
I waited then,
my God, My Lord.
On tortured soul
Your love You poured.
You washed me with
the gentle flow
of living waters.
Now You blow
a kiss of life
into my heart.
I know from me
You'll not depart.
By Joseph Vance & Samuel Hyde
I've often seen the ants on the ground
and people so carelessly crushing them down!
I've been looking for someone to please tell me why
it is so hard to become a butterfly.
For life has beaten me down,
it's been rough on me;
yet through Christ I've found
the key to its beauty.
I know that my actions
are often my ruin;
other times,
circumstances have proven
to be my undoing.
Still Life unfolds,
as lovely
as the silky cocoon
of a butterfly
'til finally,
it falls away.
In the very same way,
the trappings of sin
were shed the moment I began my new life:
transforming into beauty unimaginable
before I embraced Christ.
From this moment on,
I feel no fear
knowing He's near.
What can bring greater hope?
Death has lost its grip on me!
My tears are the same joy
for new beginnings.
Cessation of life is something we shared
with no chance to shed this worldly cocoon of sin
were it not for our risen Savior!
Should it be for fear of death alone that we run to God:
thinking that if we force ourselves to do our part that
somehow,
by works we shall enter eternity unscathed?
God loves a cheerful giver,
yet, all we have has come from Him!
Only by losing our lives can we actually gain the true life:
by asking Jesus to remove our caterpillar veil
and taking us into the eternity we hope for.
Life's beatings take on an insignificance.
Therefore we bear the scars of growth
and not of injury.
Oh what trust I have in You, Lord;
what hope You have for our lives,
touching them with the Gospel of Peace.
For so long I've walked this road in fear,
but not anymore!
For I feel You near.
Your sacrifice has made it so clear,
to where now I understand as never before
that You are here.
©Sam Hyde
This world is but a grain of sand
on Gods eternal shores
the oceans are as drops of rain
dewdrops held in hallowed hands
changing shape and form
from earth to sky
until once again it's poured
to bring new life to fertile lands.
Unbound by the strands of time,
moisture filters through porous lime
deep into earth's molten core
where forgotten hopes hide behind
Heavens sanctuary door.
Indistinct, faint gleamings
roar headlong through my being
where thirsting for my God
and hungering for my Lord
sustains my search for meaning.
Oh, Lord give me wings
that my spirit may soar
And my longing for release
be filled forevermore.
Lord, send me winds
lift me up
give me more
and more
of You.
A longing borne of love
defines my need for You
ascending far above
I fly
an eagle is my soul
through eternal skies
I soar.
Higher, Bolder!
I become the sky
majestic boundless heights
leaves me awestruck
at the breadth,
of knowledge I desired.
How could I know the fire
You would create in me?
I could never have foreseen
the streams of love
flash flooding through me
Wildly, Joyously!
Free falling down the cliffs
bright fogbanks of clouds
shade mountainsides immense
through grandeur blue and azure
as a verdant sea
gliding down through stately trees
descending on sweet Heaven's breeze
this eagle finally lands
on Gods eternal shores
sinless evermore
I'm home!
The more I give to You
the higher that I soar
the more I live for You
the stronger I adore
with immortality,
WITH YOU!
To live
to love
You more.
©1997
Sam Hyde
great music is incomprehensible
a sweet movement of inner depth
no matter how talented
the artist
there is a sense of wonder
of awe
at what he doesn't understand
how he does it
or maybe even why
yet still
he defines beauty
in what he plays
in spite of his human limits
God!
on a much grander scale
composes the universe,
it's expanse
Yet!
His Grandeur
allows Him
to experience wonder
in spite of
there being no secret
to Him in what
He does
He has no need
no burning desire
to compromise
such beauty
by placing limits
on the grasp of
knowledge
of what
true beauty is
before the miracle
is ready to
reveal itself
one dimension
at a time
until eternity
is ready
for the secret
of time
to be ripe
once again
for the plucking!
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