New blog

Brianna and I started a new blog at http://fountainlove.blogspot.com

I'll still post poetry on this blog when I get the chance...

Tension

“God uses tension to make music”

The trials in life have pulled you tight,
You feel like you are going to break;
You fear you’ll trip and never rise,
Or hope will sleep and never wake…

But in the tension, love arrives,
And plucks the strings that hold you tight;
The melodies will lift your heart
To higher realms of love’s delight…

Roméo’s Song

I tossed my sanity aside
To duel with time and race the days—
I wrestled with a hundred nations
To keep a civil war at bay…

Time is running out,
Does anybody care?

To keep the peace I built an army,
But apathy held me like chains;
Who cares for small Rwanda,
Who held no wealth in her domain?

Time is running out,
Does anybody care?

I fought for peace within the storm
While hatred brewed behind the masks;
I cried for peace and looked for answers
But no one gave me what I asked…

Time is running out,
Does anybody care?

And when perfect time had come
The murderers revealed their scheme:
The Tutsis fell beneath their blades
Their blood becoming crimson streams…

Time is running out,
Does anybody care?

I needed help to save the others,
I cried to all the world for aid,
But no one cared enough to help,
Their charity a big charade…

Time is running out,
Does anybody care?

No one could gain from saving lives,
So no one stopped the genocide,
And when the storm had cleared its course
Eight hundred thousand Tutsis died…

Time had run its course,
And no one seemed to care…

Roméo Dallaire was the force commander of UNAMIR (The United Nations Assistance Mission for Rwanda). He was directly involved in saving the lives of about 20,000 Tutsis and Hutus through the Rwanda genocide, but was unable to get the U.N. to send more troops into Rwanda to stop the genocide until 3 months after the genocide began.

Sacrificial Love

I'm going to post a more personal poem that I wrote for my girl. I'm sharing it because I want to encourage everyone, married, single, or committed, that true love is expressed by sacrifice, giving of yourself for someone else...

The rugged silhouette stands black
Against a sky becoming dark;
A broken man on an ugly cross—
Where all the eye can see is hate…

But if your heart looks at the scene
Perhaps you’ll see there’s something more—
It was for love this man has died
To set men free with love and grace…

Beloved, though the sky is dark
And it is pain that rules this day—
It is my love that pays the price
So I abstain from my desires…

Because I love you, I will give
The sacrifice I make with love;
I’ll give whatever’s best for you,
And pay the price that love requires…

I’ll lay my life down at your feet,
With love so deep it gives it all—
And then, dear, when the sun returns
I know we’ll reap love’s fruit of joy…

Pages

It's been too long since I've posted here - I've been too busy to spend much time writing! :-) God has been very good, and has blessed me far beyond my dreams...

This is a poem I wrote in May, about leaving behind a legacy of love and grace instead of one of bitterness and pain...

Pages

Each time a page in life is turned
We leave the ink of yesterday,
A legacy of broken hearts
Or love we’ve shared in any way;

The book we write with every moment
Is penned by everything we do,
Ambition will not make the mark
But every way that I’ve served you…

I pray that grace will guide my steps
And kindness colors every mark;
I long to leave a legacy
Of love that’s written in your heart…

The Abyss

For the children in Liberia, lost because of the sins of many generations... All they need is love, true love - the sacrificial love of Christ...

The Abyss

The scars of sin have cast you into darkness,
The great abyss compassion cannot pierce,
There’s no way in but by a power greater,
The sacred kiss of sacrificial love…

The world declares there is no hope for you,
That all is lost where your soul is concerned:
They say that prayer can’t break the walls apart—
The power of the cross is sacrificial love…

The great abyss is breached through love and grace,
The power of hell can’t hold back its advance…
You will find bliss beyond the sin that traps you
Once you have dwelt in sacrificial love…

Father

God relates to us as a Father, in the most intimate way. The earthly fathers he gives us are imperfect but real representations of God's love for us, and the ways He gives Himself for us in so many ways...

Father

God wanted to show what He’s like,
And so He gave men His own name:
He called them “Father”, gave His love,
And gave great strength a smile could tame…

The men He gave His image to,
Will often stumble, often fall;
But still, when you look past the scars,
You see their love shine through it all…

And though they fail so many times
It’s God we read between the lines…