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Men Don'T Cry

Hardened by life’s journey of sold
All the emotions packed tight into an endless hole
Bastard child or broken home
Parents loving
Some have it all
No room for emotions to show.
Tears held back by moments that decide
Love, pain, anger and sadness for the eyes.
Cry inside
Cry on your own
Cry in the church close to your home.
Tears wiped before others can see
Men don’t cry for strangers to see
Soulless in moments that need hold
Emotions deciding on the choices to be bold.
Men Don’t Cry
Men Don’t Cry
Men Don’t Cry
Men showing Men how to hide the pain within
Boys crying
Girls screaming
Women shedding tears for women.
Men’s eyes wobbling
Veins bursting with purple fire and pride
Keeping the emotions locked within
Is this a dreadful sin?
Men cry on their own
Hidden from faces
Who tell all the stories of old.

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Game Changer

What if life was different and the rules remade,
I dare say injury would even turn on the blade.
Countless wishes were granted and others made untrue.
That once was green was now made blue.

How lucky I should be, were things made so.
Now, I simply turn away and let them go.
Things and people, goals and dreams,
they are all dying as I flush them down the stream.

In lesser evil times I wouldn't be so mean,
but the crown of selfishness has proclaimed me its queen.
Queen over lovers, Queen over lives,
Queen over covers, Queen over knives.

If she wasn't me, I could be good,
but Darling, please know; it doesn't mean that I would.
Your love is what the half-empty and amorous seek,
but I run away from it because it makes me weak.

What if life was different and all the rules remade,
I would stop living in my well-known kingdom of shade.
Our wishes would be granted and our lies made untrue,
That once was lonely would now be with you.

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Glory Days Worship

Worship is the soul’s feasting upon that which it believes will fill it up
and we perpetually worship whatever we deem most worthy
of our attention and affection and sacrifice
It is so firmly set in our very nature that at all times
we will be worshiping something
for the soul knows no other recourse.

There is only One worthy of such devotion
but if we aren't continually looking to and bowing down
to this One Who alone has the power to satisfy, heal and free us
we will automatically default to worshiping created things that then
have the power only to disappoint, damage and enslave us.

When all of worldly beauty's lost
When form and face have borne the cost
Of life's sojourn upon this earth
A greater glory then springs forth

When vanity is cast aside
With long-dashed dreams and fallen pride
At last a better hope I see
One anchored in eternity
When no one gives a second glance
Or offers promise of romance
I know the One whose love is true
Who looks beyond what most men do

When wit and charm have fled from thought
And company's no longer sought
There's still One friend who longs to hear
My every word, desire and fear

When awkwardness is more the rule
Than competence and being cool
His words I hear so gently spoken,
"Come, poor in spirit and all who are broken."

When those around me criticize
With disapproval in their eyes
He spreads His arms with full embrace
And wears acceptance on His face

When kindred spirit can't be found
And understanding's wayward bound
The One who knows me best will be
Thinking precious thoughts toward me

When foot is slipping, mind astray
From trying to fix things my own way
He rescues me with hourly grace
And sets me in a spacious place

When all my naught attempts at fame
Lie crushed beneath a weight of shame
I seek the fame of Him instead
Who calls my name and lifts my head

When youth and vigor fade away
And triumph seems an ancient day
My strength can rest in One who brings
Fresh power to soar on eagle's wings

When my last breath some day I take
Death's shadowed crossing, hence, to make
Upon Christ's nail-scarred feet I'll fall
To kiss that One who is my ALL
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary,
but what is unseen is eternal."
2 Corinthians 4:16-18

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Learning To Fly My Broken Wings

I WAS JUST ANOTHER FALLEN ANGEL
WINGS DROOPED UPON THE FLOOR
THERE'S NO BEAUTY TO THEM
THEY'RE WORTH NOTHING ANYMORE

PLACES WHERE THE UTMOST BEAUTY WERE
NOW THE HOLES OF PAIN RESIDE
THERE'S NO FEELINGS LEFT ANYMORE
NOTHING MORE TO HIDE

HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL THIS STOPS
THE PAIN, THE HURT SUBSIDES
WHEN CAN THIS STOP FEELING WRONG
WHEN CAN I STOP DYING INSIDE?

I HAVE TO PICK MYSELF UP
TO MAKE THIS ALL GO AWAY
PATCH UP THE HOLES IN MY WINGS
AND LEARN HOW TO FLY AGAIN

I MAY NOT HAVE THE PERFECT WINGS
I'VE ALWAYS WISHED FOR AND ADORED
BUT I'LL HAVE TO WORK WITH WHAT I GOT
AND SHOW THEM, MY LIFE MEANS MORE

I WON'T LET MYSELF FALL ANYMORE
WON'T LET THEM SEE ME CRY
I'LL PROVE THEM WRONG, I'LL GET BACK UP
AND TEACH THESE BROKEN WINGS TO FLY.

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His Angel's Sound Loud

God has guardian angels,
hovering o'er the skies,
Watching O'er His children,
their laughs, and prayers, and sighs.

And when a lost one needs a word,
a gentle touch, a look,
They race with scores of sentences,
his teachings, love, and book.

And listening to one's humble prayers,
whispering in the shade,
They fly on speed ed wings of flight,
on harps of gold they've played,
Until their special shafts of gold,
spill through the velvet night,
Bringing forth His vigilance,
His holy loving light.

And touching all with silver song,
His notes, a music clear,
Softly mending hurting hearts,
with comfort if they'll hear.
And thus, it will be for you my friend,
you'll hear the angels sing,
If you'll just believe and listen,
to the love their music brings.

He'll wrap you in his robes of love,
mend what's broken, too!
And dress you in His very best,
when His Angels sing to you!