Decisions that make a man, you come to a point in your life where you find a talent, something you have a knack for and so you decide to share this talent with the world. I’m in the position at the moment, i’d like to make a name for myself and have my works be known but, not for the wrong reasons. Id like for throughout the time that I am sharing my soul with all of you, my audience, id like to make sure that i am sharing who i truly am, what makes me the man that is writing now. So, the decision that makes a man is this, choosing to put whats important in your life up front no matter what. At the center, front, and back of my works will continually be Christ. I aim, whether it alienates an audience from my work and keeps me from making the career out of this that id like to, I will let the gospel be seen in my thoughts and poems. God is the reason I’ve survived my own treacherous mind, He is the reason for my talents, and I will give Him the glory He deserves. So to all who are here and those who will come, welcome to my life, my life is defined by Christ. I hope through my works perhaps others lives could become the same way.
Christain
I Am In A river
I am in a river, flowing steady and strong, it twists and turns for what feels to be far too long.
Feels like i’m in the deep, struggling to swim above the water, all around me are people on land, none care for me as i reach out desperately with my hand.
I’ve been in this river for quite some time but still may have a while to go, i cant see the end quite yet but the water’s at least a bit more shallow.
I haven’t lived in this river my whole life, in fact I’ve been on land many times, most times i was thrown back in the water, but sometimes i just jumped in, i must keep faith there is an end.
The problem i have with the river is impatience at the core, when i see a way out i jump for it, but i should know by now ill always end up wanting more.
Its hard to tell where the river ends so we often make mistakes, we leave the river for solid ground but it simply crumbles beneath our feet.
The river has widened due to my follies so I just keep floating trying to keep faith that God has made my river well and that the end of the river holds a beautiful shell.
I jumped from the river for shells in the past, but none of them were right, none of them could last.
I look back on the shells i held and the solid ground on which i stood, i think of the result and I’m in a different mood.
The river is not so bad, in fact it keeps us from harm, i must hold out until i reach the end, there i will see my perfect shell’s charm.
I am in a river, flowing steady and strong, it twists and turns for what I’m sure couldn’t be too terribly long.
My Own Psalm
I will not be the man that i was, i claim today separation from the worlds cause.
I serve a king greater than my struggles, one that doesn’t just lead an army, but also takes up the sword, He is my king, my Lord.
He leads me beside still waters and lets the beauty of His world shine into my eyes, i am free from my chains, i break away from this earthly disguise.
I am no longer willing to let the light of my soul hide Yahweh fills me up and has held me every time I’ve cried.
I’ve even cried against my God Himself, I said He must be wrong, i yelled, and… i sobbed, but all the same He held me strong.
Holy Holy Holy is my God who make me lie down in green pastures, my soul was in turmoil, but he soothed it so that death could not take it’s toll.
My words can not be right unless they come from You, Yahweh my Lord I acknowledge all of Your word to be true.
I am in a new world than the one of my past, i am now at peace with my God, and for eternity this peace will last.
The Scorpion and The Fish
There was a river by a beach where a fish always swam; the fish swam to the shore each day…looking for something more.
There was a scorpion very fierce as dangerous as he may be, he loved to walk all along that beach.
One day the shimmering fish swam slightly above the waters, the scorpion saw and from that point sought after her.
The acts of passion that this scorpion made could probably have attracted many but not her, not this day.
The fish saw the sea and her opportunities; there were many of her own kind and couldn’t think of him as more, that was just her state of mind.
This did not make the fish evil and In fact made her quite wise and even more so kind, she was beautiful to her core with her choices, such a beautiful mind.
The scorpion was not sad he simply kept searching the fish was his dream but he wasn’t the type to keep lurking.
This passion was one that never could have been, two different souls though one grasped at the other their only love was that of a sister to a brother.
The scorpion still prays that the fish will come back by but if she does not, he knows God will bring another He could never lose his joy it is far too great a wonder.
I Close My Eyes
Oh what beauty is it that i can take a burnt down shack and see it as a home, that i could see a cloudy sky and still see the birds as they fly.
I sit down, i close my eyes, and suddenly this dark world is a great bright light of joy, all that is dreary is nowhere near me…
Oh what a marvelous sky i see, i dream in my dreams because things can never seem quite wonderful enough; my life is a fairway, Heaven is the green, and the darkness is nothing… but the rough.
So now i make my stance and make my drive, not to see how far the ball will go, but that it will fly straight, and down the narrow.
Oh woe to those who don’t see these things, for all around me is great joy, i say it again and again because its true, in the sky i see every single lovely shade of blue.
How do those live that see only the dark, blind men have seen more by simply loving the Lord.
I am amazed as i close my eyes once again, i shut out all that is to see for a moment only what should be; life is beauty that we take for granted once we have the right view we can always recognize the one that’s slanted.
So i dare you to dream within dreams of the world that could be, we instill our ideals of beauty on this world but, Gods handiwork will spread as we tell all of this joy, all the marvelous things that come from one’s soul and not their head.
Tales of Dylan 