Sacrifice

I thought I knew

What it meant

To give myself away

But in the light

Of the great cross

I have no words to say

For who could ever measure up

To what He gave that day

Yes, I thought I knew

What it meant

To give myself away

You see there is no going back

I’m on this path to stay

Following His footsteps

I will not go astray

But will I keep on walking?

Fighting for my faith?

You see, I thought I knew

What it meant

to give myself away

Can I be courageous?

What am I holding back?

I want to carry my cross

Feel it’s weight upon my back

I want to run the good race

I want to understand

Yes I want to know

what it means

to give myself away

And there’s no better teacher

Then the One who paved the way

He walked this path before me

Though trials come my way

I will discover what it means

to give myself away.

That’s why this path

Is rightly named

“The only way”

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What Remains

Flimsy papers start to fray

Bindings come undone

Words though written in fine ink

Fade quickly in the sun

Books, strewn across the floor

Are strewn farthest in the mind

And like the many stories told

They lose their voice in time.

But there is one such story

That resides not in the mind

It’s pages never come to rot

its words don’t lose their shine.

It’s binding is its very core

Held tight by sacrifice.

This story is our story

And all stories intertwined

Its voice is hope, love, and truth

Drawing people near

It will not be forgotten

Not now nor coming years

This book lives in our hearts

A treasure from God Most High

A promise, a gift, a future

Given to mankind

There is no story greater

In this world, we call decay

Though many stories turn to dust

This is what remains.

 

 

Peter’s Poem

I stared upon the blackened deep

But a light was shining onto me

For straight ahead there stood my friend

Hands outstretched, inviting in

I took a step, a leap of faith

Towards my friend out on the lake

Though storms were shrouding me in fear

 The task ahead was very clear

I felt the water lick my toes

And on the tempest fear arose

T’was then that I began to sink

No time to scream, less time to think

But before the waters swallowed me

My dearest friend had set me free

Next thing I knew, I was ashore

Forever changed, forevermore

That friend who fought away my fears

Had saved my life and future years

Now hangs he on a gnarled tree

my dearest friend who died for me…