Hold Me

The rose so deep and true, It is my gift from me to you.
A love like no others, from one to the other.
Shared from my soul to your soul, for ever they say,
I can only pray every day.

Night come's with the passion of a hurricane wind,
and God only knows. My toes tingle every time.
In the dime light we only glow with sweat lick of the rain pouring down
on the sheets, so heavy and sweet.

I hold you till morning light, and our love is deep and true.
I always will love you.
We trash the house night and day, where we play,
but how we'll say when we pray.

The Irish wedding band says, "loyalty, love and friendship forever may it be."
And that's me, like dancer trees in the breeze.
The friendship we have will always be.
Like Eagles soaring on the wind.

On our knees we pray twice a day,
and all the time we need Thee.
Hold me dear and share with me, all the love of God.
In our heart will always be, the passion an pain,
but we only gain and never lose His Word.

I just want you to know, I love you and all this is for you.



 
 

The Truth




Rocking in the cradle with God. With nothing but His holy word.

Tacking on the world with love, sometimes we got to do the two step.

Because we got the truth and share it, but everyone's knows the truth and still believe in the lies.

When we see that no one's right, but still not all wrong. We win our victory by eating crow, but we get the gold. In his arms we can't go wrong, learning, teaching, sharing. In a world with everyone's pointing the finger at the stranger, who may die that very day on the streets, where he call's home.

Not all are good out there, but if you are saving souls, how can you know good or bad. If you are the one pointing the finger, God said, I was hungry and you gave me something to eat. I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink. I was a stranger and you invited me in. I needed clothes and you clothed me. I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me. Does this only apply to God? Or does it matter anymore?
 


Love & Lost




The allusion of a mired past. A mirror of broken glass. Will this world last? Hell has a one way door. Like breaking glass we live a shattered past. Love, lust, then lost. Lost to a gates of Hell. Should we tell? How will I listen? Why would they care?

They are lost to the illusion of love that will never be. Playing to the play ground of misery with no history. With a throw away society, fuel to burn. With pretty lights that dance across the sky, as they pass by. Now its time to say good by.


The Last Prayer




Once I kneel before they Lord, seeking with the knowledge of what I must do.

Tears and sorrow that crush me through, and throw expressive words are few, but true. In anguished I plea, my heart is torn, bowed with this anxious pain of what I must do. Tears stream down my swollen cheeks like rivers of rain in pain as I cry.

Pent up emotions in my heart, are raging fires and strong. I pray things won't go wrong. Why must I bear this awful load alone, when others are running free as the breeze.

The future is a dark path to rough for me. Lord must I follow Thee and your word. Weary from this present and long battle--few seem to care.

All alone and forsaken, I can't slip into despair, I love Thee. Each way on this path is a long way to go, no matter how I turn. New and harder obstacles are looming up ahead. Free me Lord. I can't see through of what is exasperating me.

Oh Lord, with out you, life would not go on. I pray I could turn back instead? My life have I had few cares, all my needs was taken care of and few cares had I known as my days had passed on by.

But now this burden you gave me has changed me it all to tears of pain and joy. Oh how I feel that this cup pass from me. My eye and sorrow are real and true. Try and rememberest me as I will die on calvary to set all the world free. Awe, no God don't forsake those in despair. So tenderly I love thee, though it is so dark and cold.

How I will take on all sinner's shame, all I could do was weep for them. Not my will be done, but yours before the world to see. Soon put on a cross to your worlds sins to be put on me.

Oh Lord I pray for thy word to be fulfilled, I submit to Thee.
 
 



Poetry by David Gates
Idaho State Prison

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