words by oen

Set Free

Set free the slave
Give them back their life
The child in the shack
The woman on the rack
Tragedies ignored
To hard to take, or believe
My anger rages
At those who steal
What I have so freely given
My hand is held high
Ready to desend on the thief
My grace, mercy, and patience
Can hold it back no longer
Come along you warriors of mine
Be ready, for it is thrashing time
Love my children
Set them free
Love my children
Restore them to me

To Love

To love Is the beginning And the end.

When The Road Gets Rough

When the road gets rough

Which way will I turn?

Compromise?  Betrayal?

Loyalty?  Trust?

When the road gets rough

To who will I run?

Myself?  My God?

My wife?  My friends?

When the road gets rough

Which way will I go?

Unpaved?  Forsaken?

Familiar?  Comfortable?

When the road gets rough

My life will be defined,

My character will come through.

God help me when the road gets rough

And I discover who I am.

Let me be better than what I think.

Let me be better than what I could be alone.

When the road gets rough

Let me be

What you see in me.

Little Brother

Smile of a champion

Heart so open

Love So Pure

Spirit so light

Little Brother

No blood between us

Life experience - our bond

Laughter secures us

Quiet moments relieve us

Little brother

Height beyond measure

Words beyond paper

My love for you flows freely

Acceptance, security, at home

With You Here, Little Brother

Love Believes In Me

I may not believe in love,

    but love believes in me.

Many times have I failed,

    but love believes in me.

Too many days darkness has been my friend,

    but love believes in me.

Angry at God,

    I stood with my back to him in protest,

    but love believes in me.

Too often proud, arrogant, and full of myself,

    but love believes in me.

Then fallen and knees skinned bare,

    but love believes in me.

Up again and blaming God,

    but love believes in me.

Tired, worn out, and at a loss,

    but love believes in me.

Broken, and no where left to turn, I am undone,

    but love believes in me.

I started out not believing in love,

    but love believed in me.

Now I know, I am set free,

    because love believes in me.

The Heart

The heart is key.
The heart is central.
Solomon was not wrong,
    it is the wellspring of life.
The heart, our face to God.
Is that why we can't yet see him face-to-face?
His face is his heart?
Man looks at the face
While God looks into the heart?
He sees beauty we are blind to?
He sees ugliness disguised by the beauty we think we see?
When will we see like you?

The heart, home to your creation,
Kernel and essence of our true selves,
Seed of the Almighty's planting,
Precious and most valuable of gifts.

    Yet trampled on and cared for little,
    Tossed aside as if in the way,
    Misunderstood and ignored,
    Recognized only as a mere organ.

O hearts of men
How beaten up you are!
How you long for love, healing, and attention!
How you long for your maker's touch and return!
And O what you would not give in turn
To those who care for you
And allow your master to touch you,
To be reunited with your lover!

You would open up the floodgates of life
Into the one who carries you
And show them treasures they never dreamed of.

You would introduce them to your maker
And forever all would sit in intimacy
Completed, finished, and yet just beginning.

All ye of God's creation
Take care of that which he has given you!

The woes are too great if you do not.
For he is good.

To Dream Again

The winds of change
stir all around me.
Finally the stale air moves
and the clouds lift, a little.
I can see a light,
hope shines through.
I can feel a bubble of life
beginning to grow within.
What once was out of reach
and seemed to disappear
is back again,
has come to visit,
has come to stay.
Oh to dream again,
to dream and play.

Promptings

Promptings.
Oh inconvenient callings
That wake me in the middle of the night
And divert me from previous intentions.
You come like the wind
And leave just as fast at times
If not followed
To wherever you lead.
But oh what treasures you lead to!
What discoveries you unveil!
What mysteries you create and reveal!
Yet still,
You are inconsistent and unpredictable,
Whimsical and flirtatious.
I tire of watching and waiting for you,
Wondering where you will show up next.
And yet again though,
I know you are the whisper of God,
His breath brushing gently across my ear
And calling for my attention, pen, and actions.
And oh finally the deep joy...
The deep joy that comes in following
Following your promptings.

Memorial

So many have died
And given their life
That I may live without strife.
Oh ungrateful bastard am I
That I go about this day
Without a tear in my eye.
So far removed
So sheltered from pain
My complaint is about the mundane.
How can I remember
What I have not known
Torture, death, bullets in my vest
My day is about getting enough rest.
Oh unsung heroes returning from war
Forever changed
And what once was, no more.
Oh family of five
That now is four
And you great warrior
That lay in earth's floor.
I'm sorry for every ungrateful look
I'm sorry for every naive book
From those of us who have not bled
And never worried as we went to bed.
God knows the price
That you have payed
He payed it too

So that love could be saved.

2009

2009
A stitch in time
My, you've come so fast
And undoubtedly you will
Leave just as soon.
Don't let me miss you
Let me make my mark
So 2009
Won't be left in the dark.
May a light shine
May dreams become real
May 2009
Be the breaking of the seal.
The seal on the list
Long and desired
Hope filled and inspired.
A creative explosion
A financial nest
Potential realized
A joyful rest.
2009
Oh 2009
May you be a start
To all that is best.