Poetry at Creative Grace
As
I cried
Deep blue skies
Circle around the hills so red
On the horizon, mynute
Mountains so perectly shaped
Fields of whey, soft and cozy
As I watch the hour glass
Free me with every passing grain of sand
An hour, love is patience!!!!!!
As the sands of the sea
Envelope my surrounding emotions Slowly
Queit, the sea makes my way known
As she makes me feel the vanity of her passions
Inside I feel that she is all that I need to be satisfied
But then I remember my Lord, Who was so horribly crucified
As I cry
Ryan Richard Thompson
Copyright ©2003 Ryan Richard Thompson
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Rise or Fall
in memory of 9/11
Tragedy is all around me.
In so many ways I hurt inside.
I see the damage...
Yet I refuse to believe the lies.
Our God is in control.
That is something that the adversary can not disguise.
I pray for those in pain.
For our enemies, I vow not to meet them below.
Nor will I hate them, that would be a shame.
As the same I pray for mercy for all.
No matter who or what may fall.
Our God always lives.
I pray that I remain to be, always His.
Ryan R Thompson
Copyright ©2003 Ryan Richard Thompson
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Seed od prosperity
To my brother Justin Jerad Thompson 1-13-86 to 1-22-02
Be it 40 days or 40 years
I hear gentel wispers from the Spirit
Guiding my emotions to tears. As it turns out
Consiquences manifest my deepest fears
It does me no good to scream and shout
My thoughts acknowleged, but unknown
The beaten path that I have traveled found me no rest
I feel deep inside that my heart is torn
Opening up my deepest most secure chest
Would only bring up more decayed bones
My past is forgotten non-the-less
The shrubs have covered my paths
The folige in it's place is beautiful, It is grace
The Lord's servants planted a seed
The Lord Himself provided nourishment (I gladly accept)
And day by day it consumes me!
Ryan R Thompson
Copyright ©2003 Ryan Richard Thompson
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Giving
Soul Fires
You've made me laugh
You've made me cry
And kept me warm, by making me dry
You my friend have a heart of gold
A heart that I once had but then sold
I thought that I was being quiet bold, being so bitter and cold
But slowly I realized; I sold my only soul
Love is what I truely sought
Even with these words that I speak
My life still feels dim and meek
So now I will give and give
Until my once small heart is soon big
And then may I have a true reason to live
Ryan Richard Thompson
Copyright ©2003 Ryan Richard Thompson
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Questions
for Shame
How can we be so brave
Why all of the courage
Only when we misbehave
How come all of this passion
Only when we sin
Why can't we be more bold
Why can't we have more compassion
When we do what we are told
Our defiance burns a hole in our heart
Our selfishness burns a hole in our pocket
Our arrogance spoils our spirit
Why out of all things;
Can we not understand
Ryan Richard Thompson
Copyright ©2003 Ryan Richard Thompson
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