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Kathy Crain Poem
How I wish
That I could climb
Atop a mountain high
So I could reach out my hand
And touch you in the sky
To climb the highest peak of it
To sit with you I would
To climb as high as heaven above
Only if I could
While they surround me everyday
These mountains my eyes see
To climb as high as the highest peak
Would take eternity
So will I sit down low
Beneath this mountain pass
And dream of climbing to the peak
To sit with you at last
And every day with these mountains
That my eyes will see
I will look upon every peak
In remembrance of thee
Copyright © Kathy Crain | Year Posted 2005
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Kathy Crain Poem
A generation thats been inspired
Has left a lot to be desired
With sex and drugs on rampage wild
What have we taught to our child
What we thought was better for sure
Has left our children unclean not pure
And we dont understand why
Why is skin all we see when we turn on the TV
And why is our happiness measured
By wealth by fame by all thats treasured
Here on earth
Liberate us oh we cried now to us a dream has died
With our perception of what we were
Now in the minds our children stir
And wrestle with overwhelming thought
Of not questioning what is taught to them
Where does Christ fit in this equation
All we wanted was a sensation
So threw we Christ in the garbage can
Stood on our own denied his plan
Building houses in the sand
Trying hard to make our stand
We left a generation jaded why are you mad
Its what we created we did this to our foundation
And subjected a generation to the need for self gratification
And we dont understand why why have our lusts
Become more important than trust
And why by worldly things seduced
Leaving us only more confused
What ever happened to respect
And pain and anguish not to subject
Me Me Me is all I hear can you incline yourself
To a higher ear and listen
Listen to them cry out loud
Were a generation thats been bound
By your fleeting emotional ideals
Did you ever think of how wed feel
Trying to live in this mess you made for us
I see it all around me now
The outcome of these ideals how we made a big mistake
So what can be the solution onward with the evolution
Of our minds what will we find
What will become of this nation
When the youth of this jaded generation
Grow up why have we slid away
From morals we held from yesterday
When families had more to do
Then running by or passing though
Can we ever reclaim the time
So far away from the mind
And turn back our eyes on Christ Jesus
Im crying out for a world thats broken
Who profess love but by the same token
Blasphemy you and who you are
Their minds are there but hearts are far away
They do not understand
Why you came here as a man
And instead of acquiring knowledge theyre tiring
They do not persevere because they do not revere
Your name and who you are
Because they are far away
Jesus help us here I pray
To look back to our yesterday
And realize while we were professing
To be wise we became fools in disguise
Will we Lord make the choice to listen
To your still small voice and save this jaded generation
Copyright © Kathy Crain | Year Posted 2006
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Kathy Crain Poem
You look at me
and say
can't you see
you're living like a hypocrite
you're living a life
that just doesn't fit
when will "you guys"
ever get it
you go around
trying to proclaim
my life would be better
if i'd follow that guy
what's his name?
Jesus Christ,
like He could suffice.
whats the difference
in our lives?
I ask
you say
I strive for better
and I think
I want better
but I also want pleasure
cant I have both;
Yes
But suddenly I think
of all the loss
I'm constantly reminded
of what it will cost
if I follow that guy
what's his name?
Jesus Christ,
you tell me He gave his life
as a sacrifice?
Now, could He really suffice?
Because you see
my needs are many
and shame, oh shame
of that I have plenty
and still
you stand there
and say to me
confess this guy as Lord
and I will be set free?
Just how do you know that
Oh, it can't be
that easy
Because dark is the closet
in which I sit
in the company
of all my rebellion
scattered are the bones
of all my skeletons
and you say that guy,
that Jesus guy would suffice?
with His sacrifice?
Oh but the price
I will have to pay
if I let yet another day
slip by without him
oh, I just want to cry out
Help me! Help me!
Help me understand
this guy, that man
whose grace flows like a river
that never ends
whose mercy is unending
whose love is real,
not pretending
whose life was given
as a ransom for mine?
you know,
I thought you lived
like a hypocrite,
but now I see
its like a fire that's lit
in your heart
I thought you
were trying to be
righteous, better,
than me
but in righteousness you strive
now I see
all along I thought that guy
that He wasn't for me
how blind could I be
So you say that guy Jesus,
His grace can cover my shame?
His love can heal my pain?
it all sounds to good
to be true
and by the way did I say
thank you?
Copyright © Kathy Crain | Year Posted 2005
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