The Heart Of The Mystic The heart of the mystic Pumping love Fed with manna From above A stranger in A foreign land Misunderstood He understands The star He follows Is His own Leading gently Back to home All is magic In His eyes His life goes with Him When He dies The heart of the mystic Wild and free Full of passion Mystery Another night Another poem He dreams that He Is back at home The heart of the mystic Broken still He loves that maiden Always will
The Green Cathedral
In the temples made by human hands, the wood is bled but often I worship my God instead in the Green Cathedral that the Fall stains red I hear the wind whisper and by God I'm led
for He sends His love to me, warm, like the sun upon my face as from the hills I survey - Creation's Place and the valleys of green grasses, waving in the wind move my heart to fellowship, as ravens take to wing
I see the river flowing; it knows its way and goes I would do well to do the same, where the Spirit flows for the songs the birds sing, the Lord Himself composed I find a sparrow fallen, and I know God knows
He knocked till I answered Green Cathedral's door and He stayed the storm on the sandy shore Imagine there's no holy places, just the Lord and you in the beautiful sunset - Green Cathedral's pew!
No Greater Love
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month let us all remember they who answered to their country's call and gave their bloody all in muddy trenches overseas in spitfires in the sky they fought against the demigod and died for you and I. For generations yet unborn for those they left behind they overcame him in the end that evil mastermind. Let's not take for granted the freedom they preserved. The red badge of courage they did not deserve. But God was with them in the fight and be it understood that when it comes to life and limb Evil can't win over Good. Jesus said it long ago: "No greater love has he who takes a bullet for his friends and to keep his country free!'
Jesus and the Butterfly
Consider caterpillars how they crawl upon the ground do they know that one day they will fly around?
I would not believe you if I was one of them and you told me that a butterfly was really what I am
And that inside a cocoon my old self would die and that through metamorphosis I'd become a butterfly!
The tomb that Jesus laid in was like a place of change A sacred Womb of Glory which the Father had arranged
Just like the butterfly resurrection came On the third day He arose Nothing's ever been the same!
A Child of Light
We are all of one heart and mind God bless all of humankind Lead us gently by the hand and help us love our fellow man In a time lost to our memory we dwelled in harmony You can lead us back agin We were with the angels then
A Child Of Light is what we are We shine like a distant star You have taken us this far A Child of Light is what we are!
Sometimes in the dark of night we need a little candlelight A candle in the heart of man Help us light if You can then like a lamp unto our feet any challenge we can meet and we will find that peace again lying dormant in the hearts of men
A Child of Light is what we are We shine like a distant star You have taken us this far A Child of Light is what we are!
My Spirit Won't Be Broken
No, my spirit won't be broken it is made of solid love hard as a diamond and as gentle as a dove fashioned by the Master's Hands above
Though the whole world be against me I will not abandon Him my heart will beat with courage for I let my saviour in
Though the thunder rock the heavens and the seas roar like a lion I will wait till it's all over and I won't be left behind
Though the one I love desert me though my best friends disappear I know that the King is coming and that the Dawn is almost here!
In closing, I believe that the whole message of the spirituality of Jesus can be summed up in the verse of an old hymn that goes as follows: "Just as I am Lord Jesus, without one plea except that thou blood was shed for me!"
Postscript - in light of recent events - Sept. 11, 2001
This World Is Not The Same Place
On the eleventh of September beneath the morning sun an evil act of terrorism against the U.S.A. was done
It did not seem like it was real on my T.V. screen how men could be so rotten! human hearts could be so mean!
This World Is Not The Same Place all has changed since then a sense of deep anxiety lies in the hearts of men
As I write the bombs are falling on Afghanistan all because of one dark heart still beating in one man
I cannot help but wonder when will it ever end? Our sense of trust is scattered are you my foe or friend?
This World Is Not The Same Place so many left to mourn since the planes came out of a clear blue sky on a September 'morn
God Bless America
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