Tuned to Emergency

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

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.

Beacons at Night

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

Dancer

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.

Birds and Daisies

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.

Angels

I once met a girl with a broken face
Her beauty poured from selfless grace
Now she's gone with hardly a trace
And I will never be the same

I once met a man who talked straight to my soul
His words of wisdom soon took their toll
I felt like I died, but he left me whole
And I never knew his name

Both angels, but less entertained
For I am the one whose life was changed
Now I am no longer estranged
For those have shown me the way.

I once met a child who was six foot-three
Stared at the mirror and a man stared at me
And wondered at the people who've made me be
The man I am today

Leader

Why did God make me a leader

When living passively would do?

I didn't ask Him for this voice

But God sees in His view.

My life and heart, let alone words

Are shaped and crafted by his hands

A passive voice can be made active

When God speaks through a man.

There's freedom in the knowledge of

The fact that God has His own plan.

I have ideas for my life

But His are always greater than.

Being passive's like being dead

(Our state after the ancient fall)

But God made us alive in in Christ

So be intentional.

Give your fellow man the same

Attention God has given you

With strength from Him you're strengthened by

Give daily grace daily renewed.

Beautiful Bridges

Beautiful bridges left unburned
Beautiful hearts not turned
Against me
Against me

They say to always leave
A place like it was found
But when you build a bridge
You shouldn't burn it down
When you go
When you go

I say you're better off
When when you look back at your life
You see a road of beauty there
Not selfishness and strife

Stay kind and humble
Never demanding
The best kinds of bridges are the ones left standing