Our hearts hang heavy when somebodies die
Even American flags softly cry
Bowing, half standing, silently weep
While over our country a steady watch keep.
Today I saw a sight I thought I'd never see
Freedom's flag was mourning ever less than me
It stood so proudly with its head raised high
While I hung my head, at full mast did fly.
Oh star spangled banner, how could you forget?
At such a time in hist'ry, how could you just let
Things roll off your back? They're completely devastating
And you just ignore them by quietly levitating?
I stared up with anger and a tear in my eye
And yet for freedom, it continued to fly
It looked down at me with a well weathered face
And whispered of battles, and songs of God's grace
And just at the moment it stood there and waved
I came to see it's by God we are saved
That even through the horrors of man
We're still part of Heaven's good plan.
Past the point of no return
Into possibility
Almost in the realm of sane
But also insanity
What if we just cannot tell
When opportunity has come?
It knocks and we just close the door
Though we listen more than some
What if while waiting for the right
We come to find that we've been wrong?
I was made to care and create
To learn and discern, help and relate
I study while also trying to be there
Present in school, and present to care
Time is an angel, and a demon to be sure
When you most need it, whisks off in a blur
In balance always my life must be
For not for my smarts do men look up to me
Not for riches, beauty, or fame
But that I live life with integrity.
High on a hill in an elevated cave
Sits a weary man
Sipping a Vanilla Coke
And working on a software plan
He listens to the radio
Tuned to emergency
Music-less he makes his charts
It's not where he wants to be
His health and his utter sanity
Are blurry if you look too fine
That twitch in his eye and the limp in his thigh
Echo his state of mind
Felt loved, felt lonely; cried, didn't die
Finished early, finished late; he even tried.
Both sides of a target ever so wide
But never quite satisfied
He is where he is by a sense of pride
God gave him gifts; that can't be denied
But what if this work makes the weak gifts get fried
And just makes the good ones hide?
Math, science, and objectified C
Matter not much in eternity
What if not smart, but kind he should be
And love and smile and climb trees?
The fridge talks truth
And the code talks beauty
Set your radio tuned
To God's frequency
Live and love
And dance, set free;
Live your life
And do your duty
High on a hill in an ugly fountain
Sits an ugly tree
In mem'ry of a girl that died
Whose name was Emily.
This tree, I said, is quite ugly
If I may be so bold
But the sentiment behind
Is worth its weight in gold.
In absurdity there is
Beauty through and through
Don't laugh; I challenge you to think:
What if it were you?
Our life is like a grave in a fountain
Our faith is dead; can't even move mountains
But we rest on a fountain of love
That pours fourth life from God above
This tree is a monument, testament to all
That God is who gives life
I still shudder; this gravely marker
Marks both joy and strife
Each branch, cone, twig, and needle
Reminds us of the fall
Of life, and death and how on such
A tree God saved us all.
Examples and friends, the best you can find
He loves her so dear with his heart, soul, and mind
And she thinks he's perfect; one of a kind
And I say that they're doing fine
Grief visits often, and she has known pain
And sometimes from crying he'll have to refrain
I only have hope they'll live through this rain
And be okay again
The pride on his face would bring you to tears
The joy of their baby her face sweetly mirrors
Love, hope, and faith overshadow all fears
And will continue for years
These three stand out as a beacon at night
Shining God's love like a powerful light
All see their lives in peace and in fight
All see them doing what's right
I once met a dancer
Who knew all the answers
I asked for truth in prose
But she responded with a pose
Because there was no band
I couldn't understand.
Oh, what pain a mind can bring
Force upon unwilling soul
Keep a body from finding rest
All for a sense of control
Pressure not real so tangible
Can make you lose your mind
Lose sight of things that mean the most
Like listening and being kind
Be present under loads of stress
For you are in God's hand.
You surely won't die, or maybe you will;
It's all in His good plan.
If birds and daisies worry not
Then why the heck should you?
If God promises to take care
Then trust that it is true.
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