In the lowest of your moments,
When bitter trials are fought,
Platitudes blare like loud trumpets,
Most are sincere but ill-taught
It’s not folks pity that you plead,
Empathy they may not sense,
It’s presence that you truly need,
In your time of deepest grievance.
In the lowest of your moments,
Cliches can blare like brass,
And cause angst and discomfort,
Pious words of hope don’t last.
There are some trials so profound,
They must be faced at all costs,
Though sadness and woe abound,
Not doing so deepens the loss.
You’re not the only one to cry,
In this pit of suffering,
It will take time for it to by,
For your soul to find true healing.
By God’s grace and abiding love,
With family and friends near,
Between life here and that above,
You couldn’t be in better care.
Sarcasm’s the lowest form of wit
But what should be the highest form
Still cannot be defined, isn’t it
A harder matter to conform?
Consequently, its lack of wit
About sarcasm: there’s no contest
No worth contender to defeat
And so the lowest is the best.
Sandlewood oils weirded the the room
a curtain rubbed with the oils
would be used during the concert to
fill the room with the scents as the
Bassoons of moring played with
the Strings of Night.
The Brass of evening glared as
as the electric band grooved
to make each sound bounce
and move together.
I heard one guy decribe the sound as
six bassoons tied together
with chello strings with a snare
in the middle, and three gitars
over head, a bass, blues and metal.
with electric drums and , the snare,
and kettles.
enough sung.
enough sound.
enough said!
During the show, she'd open the window
and let the curtains blow in the wind
sending in
the saddlewood oil scent across the room.
She Made interest in my land, we married months
after. Folk had interest in whether I was the father
of the child that we so dilagently married to make ours.
Eithyer she was to tired of being afraid,
or being mean to make others tire of her. But he loves her,
might someone else be willing to meddle. That those who
make pretend they love him
might want to see them part!
Love kicked me with no hesitation
I am sore as a vigorously used muscle
I have became love's rag doll
Started up, but soon plummeted downward
Love has grabbed and choked me abruptly
As of right now, I am dead as a door nail....
When I Was At My Lowest… Jesus Found Me!
When I was at my lowest… Jesus found me!
He reached out, and put his arms around me!
I was discouraged, and not sure where to turn.
He said that he loved me, and was concerned!
For every defeat I had, and each sinful moment…
He offered his forgiveness and blood’s atonement!
He reassured me with his voice, and guiding hand.
I knew everything I went through… He’d understand!
As he spoke, the darkness and heaviness disappeared.
The hope and peace he gave was true and sincere!
It was like a bright ray of sunshine had burst through!
I was speechless. And not sure what to do.
I began to sing praise and give glory to his name!
I knew, that my life would never be the same!
Jesus has come! His sweet peace, I am enjoying!
He brought a love and joy that is over flowing!
He met all of my needs! And turned my life around!
When I was at my lowest, he planted me
on higher ground!
He can do the same for you! Won’t you let him?
When he’s done with you… You won’t forget him!
He can do for anyone, what he did for me!
He offers an overcoming life!
Ever so abundantly!
By Jim Pemberton 06/10/14
heavy legs cannot tell a lie
yellow spots with wings reveal the most truth
visions of black has a punch that can knock you back into reality
when the hand is in a toilet stool full of soggy wet used toilet paper, rock bottom feels like pebbles with incurable toothaches
icicles on eyelashes are the most accurate meteorologists
sweat stained shredded pillows are the pillars of an insomniac community
red devil moons seduce like temptation on angel dust
when a toboggan is over the feet as a wool blanket podiatrist, rock bottom feels like endlessness stopping for lunch but still in motion
heavyweight windstorm powerwalks expose stubborn tears
picnic table graffiti nothingness removes the veil
spinning clock lifestyle shows an age rapidly receding
when the triple layers plastic bag is at its full capacity, rock bottom feels like exactly what it is....rock bottom....
With his lowest of whispers
that leads to my soul. he murmurs
I will be there soon, to touch and love
so much more.
he leaves her speechless as he reaches for her hand
kisses each finger and the palm so dear, drawing her closer
i love you so, there's nothing to stand near or far to block
my love for you ...
Simple gestures, draws me so close, he sits at the table
in his own thoughts, 'I will meet you at the mouth of the bay"
he laughs at her, 'skinny dipping what do you say??'
she laughs and runs, "last one in is a rotten egg.'
The laughter they bring, the love so pure,
as they strip their suits to explore and love
the night away ...with their glass of wine,
laying so close and feeling each breath
sleep comes and lulls them to breathless
kisses of tomorrow ...
This is real love of the lowest of many whispers ...
When I Was At My Lowest… Jesus Found Me!
When I was at my lowest… Jesus found me!
He reached out, and put his arms around me!
I was discouraged, and not sure where to turn.
He said that he loved me, and was concerned!
For every defeat I had, and each sinful moment…
He offered his forgiveness and blood’s atonement!
He reassured me with his voice, and guiding hand.
I knew everything I went through… He’d understand!
As he spoke, the darkness and heaviness disappeared.
The hope and peace he gave was true and sincere!
It was like a bright ray of sunshine had burst through!
I was speechless. And not sure what to do.
I began to sing praise and give glory to his name!
I knew, that my life would never be the same!
Jesus has come! His sweet peace, I am enjoying!
He brought a love and joy that is over flowing!
He met all of my needs! And turned my life around!
When I was at my lowest, he planted me
on higher ground!
He can do the same for you! Won’t you let him?
When he’s done with you… You won’t forget him!
He can do for anyone, what he did for me!
He offers an overcoming life!
Ever so abundantly!
By Jim Pemberton 06/10/14
I have hit
The lowest low.
I don't know
Where to go.
Hopping i will see the light,
But all i see now
Is the darkness of night.
Elevated upon the lowest land
You raise me up
When valleys peak at nothingness
And the resonance of
My beating heart
Tempted into pulsating power
Echoes endlessly throughout
Your remote mind