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David Loewen Poem
The wheels of time keep turnin
The fires of life keep burnin.
Time’s a turnin, fire’s a burnin.
The hallowed halls of history
Waitin to spill their mystery,
From history to mystery,
The wise are always learnin.
You know the wise are learnin
History’s message they’re discernin.
If we can’t learn to discern, we may as well burn
All the written pages
Passed down through the ages.
The wheels of time are uselessly turnin.
D H Loewen
April 22/18
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The blood that flowed on Calvary
Was freely shed, just for me.
I nailed one of His hands to the tree
I helped to arrest Him in Gethsemane.
I sat with Peter around the flame--
When questioned, I denied His name.
I stood with the soldiers in Pilate's hall
We laughed and mocked Him, one and all.
"This man is innocent," Pilate said.
But we roared, "Crucify!! We want Him dead!"
"Give us Barabas, we'll let him go free.
But we want Jesus, nailed to a tree!"
"He's yours," siad Pilate as he washed his hands.
"Do as you will with the Son of Man."
We took Him out and stripped Him down
Whipped His back, till blood stained the ground.
We marched Him up Golgotha's hill
Spit, beat, and slapped Hinm at will.
I put the first of the nails in His hands,
Yes, I crucified The Son of Man.
He hung on the cross that whole long day,
And while He suffered, I heard Him pray;
"Father forgive them, they don't have a clue.
They only do what they have to do."
I wasn't really there, I'm sure you know,
Yet my every sin, struck another blow.
He bled. He suffered. Then He died--
For my sins, He was crucified.
I'm sorry Jesus for my sin
I humbly ask you to take me in.
The blood that flowed on Calvary
Was freely shed just for me.
Feb 28/18
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Their game was over and they got on the bus
With the usual teenage chatter and fuss.
Driving down the highway with never a care
Not a one saw the angels riding there.
Fifteen angels were collecting souls
Much as these hockey players collected goals
Fifteen angels more to protect the ones
Whose time down here still wasn’t done.
Canada mourns the loss of these young men
Their families are grieving for these young men.
Those of us left don't know what to say
So we fall to our knees and humbly we pray.
We pray for healing for the families who mourn
We pray that you see the rose in the thorns.
This loss is not yours all alone to bear
We’re here as a country to show you we care.
Those kids, when they passed were never alone
God sent down his angels to take them home.
Prayers for Humbolt
April 11, 2018
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My mind is boggled down
My chest feels wrapped too tight,
Just wanna curl up in a ball
Sure as hell don't wanna fight.
I wanna lean back in my chair
Close my eyes and float away
Cause the sh* that's piling up.
Is just too much for today.
My eyes are feeling heavy
My heart is beating low--
Insides bunched up in a knot
Don't know where the heck to go.
They tell me not to think about it,
So I try to let it slide.
I sit here in my quiet grief
And I'm all tore up inside.
"These feelings won't last forever"
I've heard that a time or ten.
I'm not worried 'bout forever,
I just need this crap to end.
So I sit here in my easy chair;
The words are flowing out.
They have a healing power--
Of this I have no doubt.
My mind is boggled down
Today I cannot fight;
So I'll sit back in my chair,
And try my best to write.
D H Loewen
Dec 11/17
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Agatha Loewen
Dec 14,1939-April 10,2013
She opened her eyes and gazed above,
We all surrounded her with our love.
Angels hovered all around;
We briefly stood on Holy Ground.
We talked, we laughed, we cried, we sang
While up in Heaven, the welcome rang.
Angels stood around the throne;
Jesus welcomed our mother home.
Our earthly loss is Heaven's gain;
Jesus wiped her tears; He took her pain.
We sang to her--she stepped on that shore,
Content with Him forevermore.
D H Loewen
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He buys his drugs just to get high
Never thinkiing he might die.
He pays his money takes the dope;
He still believes--this is his hope.
He's nineteen, he's really just a boy
He buys his drugs, searches for joy.
He lies motionless in a hospital bed
He's all hooked up; his brain is dead.
He stops breathing, his fight is done
The angels take his spirit home.
Now it's you, strolling down the street
It's your drug dealer you hope to meet.
Ask yourself before you get high--
Could this be your night to die?
Kids are dying, left and right
Overdose the conmmon plight.
Your dealer's the devil, he don't care
When you lay dying, he ain't there.
Dec 16/17
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1987-2017
She was my friend, she died too young,
In just a blink her life was gone.
Her heart quit beating, drew her last breath.
Her heart beats on with mine in death.
We never met, lived miles apart
Her memory still tugs at my heart.
She was my friend, she died too young
And yet, in me, her heart lives on.
Rest in peace, Sweet Bella.
2017
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I come to His tomb on Sunday morn
I've been crying all weekend, my heart is torn
My Lord and Master was crucified
He was nailed to the cross; that's how He died.
I can't comprehend how it could be;
He said He came to set us free.
He delivered me from my life of shame
But never resisted when the soldiers came.
I approach His tomb with the rising sun
Ready to do what needs to be done.
I'll anoint His body with spices and love
And recall His words, "Be gentle as a dove."
As I get closer, there's something wrong--
The tomb is open and Jesus is gone!
I sit on a rock and once more I cry;
They've taken His body, and I don't know why.
"Why are you crying on this boulder?"
I hear a voice and think it's a soldier.
"You've taken His body, please tell me where,
Let me anoint Him and show that I care."
"Mary," He says, and I know that voice!
"Don't be sad; stand up and rejoice!
Did I not tell you and all my friends
That I must die, but that isn't the end?"
I ran to find Peter, Paul, and John,
"I went to His tomb, and the stone was gone!
I saw Jesus, and He's not dead
Our Master is risen, just as He said!"
Hallelujah, He's risen, just like He said!
March 31/18
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The Man, The Pier, The Sea
He stands on the pier, his head bowed in the rain.
His brow is etched with care, his eyes are dull with pain.
Those he knows and loves have turned their backs on him.
His past weighs on his heart; the future’s looking grim.
He stands on the pier, tears falling from his eyes
Baptized by the rain, his spirit slowly dies.
All that he once loved, the dear ones to his soul
Have vanished like a mist; he’s losing all control.
He steps right off the pier, into the churning swell;
There’s nothing left to lose—he’s glimpsed his private hell.
Swallowed by the sea, he vanishes from sight.
He journeys with the waves, into the darkest night.
D H Loewen
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If This Seems Stupid, It Really Is
There’s a shooter in the hall
But no one cares
You have our prayers
Best thoughts to you all.
It looks like he’s entered a classroom
You’ll all be fine
Those kids aren’t mine
We’re not the ones facing doom.
Someone said he’s shooting now
I just can’t feel
Doesn’t seem real
Still my head is bowed.
Thoughts and prayers are sent again
Some kids died
And others lied
After all, they’re kids, not men.
D H Loewen
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