survival

Surviving My Travels
8-11-03

I had another one of those disturbing dreams
About an open chasm of the earth's mouth
And images so representing my conflicts along with the unknown
Of a strange trip south
But I must be of good cheer
And place it all in God's hands
And I'll think on certain verses of encouragement
That describe figuratively clear
Waters of sweet salty ocean sands
And so the blood has been shed
As the nails with deep meaning are driven
As I am so obliged to give away what I've been given
And I am to be an aqueduct and not as a reservoir
As I will throw my golden talents at Jesus' feet
So I might be worthy to receive more
And so on thirst my soul so thrives
And I will make this valley a well
And I have endured these burdensome travels
And now have a story to tell....




Digging With My Fork
8-11-03

The search is on
As more answers so I seek
But the case is not closed
As I can be strong as I am weak
As the excavation is yet to be made
And my bridge has been built
With the foundation so laid
And we need to remember that God so gives us all we need
In order to get through
And we'll be given the appetite
To finish what is on our plate
As such a taste is of sweet savor
And the menu so printed and true
And boldly you order a few side dishes
As purpose so replaces fate
And blessings take the place of wishes
And today you won't need to rub any kind of lamp
For you hold in your hand all you need
To prepare the meal and set up camp.....