The caged He

He’s trapped in a cage

A cage called fear

It’s framed by a matrix called work, ambition and career

Noble matrix... still a cage

I fell in love with the man in the cage

I made a beautiful picture out of him

An illusion, a mirage... beautiful

Noble picture... still a cage

I saw the matrix but not the cage

“Love is blind”, so they say

Ah, it’s hard to see an illusion; thus the name illusion

But finally I see...still a cage

So now I see, but does he?

No, i think not because he’s maintains the status quo

How will he see the illusion when the illusion IS him?

Noble matrix... still a cage

To love a woman

To love a woman, you must first love her

And know that you love her

Because if you don’t love her, you won’t know

How to love her

To love a woman, you must understand her language

She doesn’t always say what she means

But she won’t say what she doesn’t mean

Listen to learn

To love a woman, you must be teachable

Flexible, moldable, amenable

If she loves you, she will teach you

How to love her

To love a woman, you must first love her

And know that you love her

Because if you love her, your heart will show you

How to love her

If i could...

If I could, I would

Climb the highest mountain, sail the farthest seas

If I could, I would

Carry the largest cross, give my life-blood

To take my sins away

If I could, I would

Torture myself, beat myself to pulp

If I could, I would

Tear of my sinful flesh

To take my sins away

But I can’t, so I won’t

Try to take my sins away

He made it so simple

Almost too good to be true

To take my sins away

Believe in me, He said

I am the lamb that takes away the sins of the world

Give me your burden of sin and take my own yoke

Let my blood wash away your sins

To take your sins away

And so I come, wretched sinner that I am

Guilty, in dire need of cleansing and forgiveness

‘Forgive me’ I cry

I believe you can and you will

So take my sins away

A brand new life He gives me

Sins power over me He breaks

So that if I fall, I don’t stay down

I rise again and try again

My sins are taken away

UGLY FOR A DAY

I wonder what it would be like to be ugly for a day

Indeed, sometimes I wish I were

Unattractive, unpleasant, ‘un-charming’

Like a colourless flower without petals

That flower would attract no bees,

No hands to pluck out its flowers

No insects to take its nectar

No pleasantness to the eyes

Yes, an ugly face has its benefits

It attracts only those who can look beyond the surface

Those who see colour in paleness

Those who see beauty in plainness

But alas, like a beautiful flower I am

Insects, bees and hands I attract

Petals, nectar, all they take

Take and take but give me No

I did not make me but my maker

And so he deemed fit to make me

Beautiful for His glory, pleasant for His purpose

A flower, beautiful like no other

So it is that I am beautiful

Not for me, but for Him

In His garden I stay planted no matter what

That I might point all to Him; my Elohim

Beautiful kisser

Beautiful kisser, terrible lover

She’s enchanting as the pied piper

Magnetic, electrifying, irresistible

Mesmeric, hypnotic, alluring

A live wire but without current

Because someone took away the power

Luscious lips, tender and soft

Beautiful kisser, terrible lover

She could be a wonderful lover

But, no, it hurts her too much to love

The kiss should go to the heart

But it stays there, on the lips

There should be feeling, should be current

Current that flows from the heart

The heart that could be the perfect lover

But she’s a live wire without current

Men beware of her lips

And do not desire to kiss them

Unless you have the power to quicken her heart

Or the power to live with a broken heart

The simple message

We took the message of Christ and made it Christianity

We took Christianity and made it a religion

We took religion and politicized it

We took politics and commercialized it

Yet, from the beginning, His message was simple:

‘The kingdom of God is here with you’

But, no, we prefer to try to get there our own way

Even if we have to pay for it in cash or torture

Some saw the message as a lucrative business

And tailored it to suit their pockets

Some had great philosophies that baffle the mind

They made doctrines, interpretations and rules of all sorts

Yet, from the beginning, His message was simple:

‘The kingdom of God is here with you’

But, no, we prefer to try to get there our own way

Even if we have to pay for it in cash or torture

It’s no lie we’ve wondered far from the truth

He said ‘I am the way, the truth and the life; I am the door

In plain words, He spoke, in simplicity He came

But who loves simple? No, we want it complicated