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Oh man of sin
Why do you turn away from God,
and look back out of the corner of your eye
to see if He is still watching?
Why are you afraid to see yourself in His light?
Can you not feel the warmth of that light on your back?
Can you not see that light reflected on the faces of those
that are headed towards it?
As you move away from that light
isn't the shadow in front of you a reminder
of the darkness of your soul?
How long can you walk on?
And when you seek to rest from the heat of that light
isn't the olive tree you shade yourself under
nourished by that very same light?
When that light fades into the mountain
are you assured of it's return?
Or that it will give you another opportunity to enjoy it?
Do not the sparrows themselves rejoice
at the return of the light?
Singing to awaken you from your sleep
And when you finally awaken and find you are thirsty
and cry out for water
will not rain be sent to satisfy that thirst?
And as you drink and are filled
will not weakness from your journey be replaced by strength?
And when you have been washed by the waters and you no longer thirst
will you not see the pathway clearer than ever before?
So that you could see that you were headed in the wrong direction
And when you turn to face that light that shines over the mountain
will you not find an inner peace and a confidence that
that light will guide you home?

While they experience Lust
I keep on being single
Like a diamond dust
Trying to be bright and simple
I remember my Master
He is so humble and tender
Nowadays my life is a disaster
However i won´t surrender
Please remember my beautiful and inviting voice
To Love or not to Love? Well i have no choice...

Drifting between Heaven and Earth
Images come of the first rebirth
Floating in serenity with eyes closed
Hanging on a sleep cliff slightly poised

Pictures passing through the mind
Of landscaped horizons so sublime
Mountains and forest in shades of gray
Shift and change scenes like in a play

Suddenly a forest of silhouetted black trees
Gradually disappearing all but one that I could see
One big familiar tree made my heart soar
The shaped leaves and branches I’d seen before

The Tree of Life appeared before my closed eyes
Transforming into another shape against the sky
One by one the branches faded slowly away
Leaving a glowing Cross as the only part to stay

Like a curtain in a play lowering it faded away
Separating consciousness from Heavens stage
Slowly drifting back to the earthly realm of life
Trying to absorb what had seen with closed eyes

The Tree of Life whose fruit imparts eternal life
Was the one fruit by God to man was denied
By partaking of the fruit man became mortal
Entrance to Eternity became a closed portal

The Cross brought us mercy and grace from this fall
For Christ became the new Tree of life for us all
Partaking of the fruit is no longer forbidden
For He paved a way for us to Eternal Heaven

Build Me Into
A Mountain Lord

Build me into a mountain Lord that others will see by sight.
The deposits formed within me God are by your might.
As your rain falls upon me Father and washes the soil within,
It will fall through the crevices of rock as washing away of sin.
Years of toil and pain will daily, upon this mountain lay,
As the layers of sediment forming Lord, a beautiful rock to stay.
Standing tall and firm through weather Lord, that beat upon my soil,
Will only cause a sure bold stance by so many trials and toil.
Coming into the heavenly’s hovering spiritually with you one on one.
Stirs up the love and gifts of you that are shared too by your son.
Feeling this fire within me Father that day-by-day does stir.
Your presence grows thicker as the aroma of fine myrrh.
Your fire not quenched my God by none or any others.
Will only pull Zion together as we are all brothers.
Deep within this mountain Lord in the heat of your love.
Is an ever abounding flow of lava flowing from above.
This lava Lord is none other than Jesus Christ your son.
As this land we have inherited, with his blood it has been won.
May we stand tall and firm in that the heat will stir in all.
As you my Father have all in hand and we are at your call.
The mountains are growing daily Lord and spewing from the top.
As harvest time is very near, in time, it is the crop.
Lava flows perfectly and forms all to what you desire.
The foundation of this earth will be cleansed by your fire.
Build me into a mountain Lord that I may spew the word.
As within me is your fire Oh God! All across the land will be heard.
Amen.
Ps 98:7-8
7. Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
8. Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together

Written by :Wanda Harden
January 6, 2005

last spring
my beloved
summit of davos

master oshiba
never complained
spaghetti sauce

night to forgotten
dj dsk
broker my friend

summer dragoon
vigilant
switch off the tv

Quietly, softly, gently, a heart beats at night
A lonely heart, an aching heart
One filled with pain and fears

Quietly, softly, gently, I weep in the night
Aching, breaking, my pillow soaked with tears

Quietly, softly, gently, You tiptoe in my room
You hold my hand, stroke my brow, whisper 'I love you'

Quietly, softly, gently, you wipe away my tears
Blessed grace, saving grace, flowing through and through

Quietly, softly, gently, I drift off to sleep
Saving love, covering love, my Jesus watches me

Dust in a box...

Sitting here on the beach after a wave
This feeling I have, I often crave
The warmth of the sunshine on my shoulders
It clears my head and lifts my boulders

...The smell the sound the breeze and the sand
it makes me feel part of the land
I decide to lay back on the ground
Close my eyes and hear the sound
Feel the breeze and feel my soul
It is here that I feel whole

I could stay here for hours
I feel the ocean has special powers
The sunshine the sand and the sea
I cant explain the affect it has on me
no matter if my life is tough
If I come here soon enough
My spirit again feels free and wild
I feel so free just like a child

We all come from stardust
In this theory I do trust
We are all connected in some way
This I'm sure of I must say

One day we will all
Take one last breath and then we will fall
But we will still be
The stardust that makes you and me
It makes the sunshine and the sea
Perhaps somehow the dust I'm made of makes the ocean
Maybe I'm made from the same potion

Make the best of your time
Have a laugh drink some wine
Open your heart and let people in
Stay up late and commit a few sins
live and love hard and have no fear
Even if it makes you shed a tear
I'd rather live and love and bare the scars
Than be some dust in a box

Poem by
Beachnit

hey jim i know you dream just like the shaman rest in peace you broke on through to the otherside still asking a baby to light your fire a poet a writer you set the world on fire i know your reading this poem because i wrote it for you saying thanks jim morrison thanks for being you

As i sit here
in this room
alone waiting
to see when
God will deliver
me from here.
Waiting to see
what God wants
for me and from me.
I think of all i
have been through
and all i am still
going to go through.
Then i think what
is ahead of me?
Trying not to look
behind at all that
I have got through.
All i have to say
is Lord thank you.

I am so scared of letting
my talent out to be free
and exist in reality.
What if it is not to be
how can i handle that?
How can i deal with the
negative?
How can i let my talent
exist standing next to me?
Taking on a life of it's own.
How can i see past what is
in front of me and just
go for my dream.
Just go for what should be
my reality.
A writer that is in me.
Sitting here in front of
thee show me how to let
the fear pass and let my
dream last.