poetry

Light Of The Son

/ The WheatandTares

The sun shines bright this morn, unlike it did yesterday

It burns with a brightness I have never seen

Its light shines through the clouds of darkness

Like the dawn interrupts the dream

 

This brightness is not coming from the fireball in the sky

This light could only manifest through You

You are the Almighty One, Life Everlasting

You came into my darkened heart and gave me life anew

 

This sea of unforgiveness was quickly drowning me

Turning me back and forth until I knew not which way to go

I went over to the left, returning to the right

Always trying to prove to all, the right of way I clearly know

 

I was entrapped too deep, in way over my head

Then You came and rescued me, showed me Your true way

You covered me, washed and made me whole

You showed me Your path and surely brightened my day

 

Now, I am a new creation, bathed in Your royal blood

Washed so white, purified, and made in Your righteousness

I praise Your Name on High. You are above all else

Awed by Your beauty and the light of Your Son

 

Penned – MG – 4/8/90

In Him

/ The WheatandTares

I used to sit here

                             On a rainy day

                                                      Just sit here and dream

                                                                                              In a weary way

Now the rain is gone

                             The clouds are done now too

                                                                               And when I look ahead

                                                                                                                      The only dream is You    

You have brought me life

                                           And through You I have grown

                                                                                               Please don’t ever leave me

                                                                                                                                       Because then I’d be all alone

 

Penned – MG – 11/87

Don’t Wait Too Long

/ The WheatandTares

The time, it goes by so slow

You have nothing to do

The time, it goes by so fast

You have way too many dues

It is time to make up your mind

Are you going to take the fall?

It is time to make a decision

Are you going to answer the call?

 

The time, it’s running thin

You have to decide

The time, it’s almost gone

You have to draw the line

It’s time to stand up tall

Are you going to be strong?

It’s time to fight the fight

Are you going to do right or wrong?

 

There will come a day

You will have to face the fact

The time, it is no more

You will have to realize that

This time, He has closed the door.

 

Penned – MG – 3/8/89

Don’t Throw it Away

/ The WheatandTares

You’ve got so much to live for; you’ve got so many days.

You’ve got so far to go; so, why toss them all away?

You think there is no harm; you think there is no mess.

You think there is no pain; so, why is there this death?

 

You didn’t see it coming; you didn’t see it go.

You didn’t see it hit; so, why are you so low?

You’re falling into the trap; you’re falling into my arms.

You’re falling into the hole; so, why not stay from this harm?

 

You’ve come to me in love; you’ve come to me in shame.

You’ve come to me in anger; so, why do they still blame?

You have to make a choice; you have to make the decision.

You have to make a change; so, why are you resisting?

 

You can’t wait forever; you need to get it straight.

You’ve got to do it now; so, please don’t wait too late.

You have so much to give; you need not to be afraid.

You’ve got so much to live for; so, please don’t throw it all away.

 

Penned – MG – 4/10/89

 

The Snow

/ The WheatandTares

The snow continues to fall in the streets

When will the skies ever clear?

Can they not see it is destroying their strand?

Do they not notice?  Can they not understand?

 

It will never let them turn this way.

It lures them with its charm and deception.

It claims to give them wealth and power.

Meanwhile, it is tearing down their inner towers.

 

The snow is still falling…

 

It gives them energy to last through the day.

While it pulls at and crumbles their walls.

It gives them the joy they believe will keep them alive.

While it kills and destroys everything in which they take pride.

 

The snow is still falling…

 

They do not see the finish coming too soon.

They do not realize the end as it comes to take their breath.

Death comes so quickly and so quietly. They never know it is there.

Death comes and destroys them without even a care.

 

The snow is still falling…

 

The snow continues to fall in the streets.

The skies now cannot be cleared.

They cannot see it is destroying their strand.

No, they do not notice it. They can never understand.

 

Penned – MG – 2/26/90

The Fight For Life

/ The WheatandTares

Death is calling her home

She hears him, but does not listen

She continues to go on, striving to succeed

Pushing her way at any cost to take the lead

He’s creeping upon her like a shadow

Continually stealing her strength

She’s getting weaker, stumbling along the way

Constantly wondering if he will pass or stay

They are both at war, never giving up

Each striving to overcome this losing battle

Never wanting to admit their own losses

Tearing at each other and pushing on at all cost

Finally the time has come…

 Will she choose to surrender or to defeat

She has fought the fight of impossible for some

And realized that she can overcome

She walks forward, trying to conceal

The weapon at her side, gaining confidence at every turn

Face to face with him, she rises and strikes him to the ground

She has conquered the evil one and proven that Love still abounds.

Penned – MG – 1/23/90

There Is Someone

/ The WheatandTares

You live your life just going your own way

Never seeing the One who’s made this day.

You’ll never find what you’ve been looking for

Until you find the One who is knocking at the door.

 

You’ve been the hurting one so many times

But you always say that you are doing fine.

Won’t you let Him carry you on your way

Can’t you see that you’re running out of days?

 

He’s calling out your name, please come to Him

You’ve got to turn before the light grows dim.

He wants to show you all He has to give

Won’t you let Him show you how to live?

 

There’s Someone who will care for you

He’s just waiting for you to see.

There’s no one else to take the place

Of all He can make you into be.

 

Turn around and let Him show you today

There’s so many things He’s longing to say.

He wants you to see how special you are

He’ll never let you wander too far.

 

There’s someone who will care for you

He’s just waiting for you to see.

There’s no one else to take the place

Of all He can make you into be.

Penned – MG – 4/12/89

 

 

Where Are You?

/ The WheatandTares

                            Where are you?

                                                           I’m looking at the sky.

          Are you feeling blue?

                                                    I just wanted to say hi.

I missed you today

I didn’t see you around

                It’s a weird sort of way

We are all coming down

                             Did you see that purple dove?

                                                        It was flying down to the sea.

                                                 They say it symbols love.

            But do they really know me?

You say you’re doing fine

Please don’t treat me this way

I know all the signs

Well…maybe I’ll see you one day

Penned – MG – 2/16/89

Only From You

/ The WheatandTares

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I look out over Your waters and behold

A reflection that could only be from You

So gentle, so calm, so peaceful

It reminds me of Your serenity

I look upon Your waterfalls and know

A strength that could only come from You

So strong, so bold, so powerful

It reminds me of Your awesomeness

I look into Your streams and visualize

An image that could only be given from You

So humble, so meek, so merciful

It reminds me of Your purity

I look out on Your mountains and see

A creation that could only be made from You

So vast, so immense, so beautiful

It reminds me of Your majesty

I look upon Your peaks and understand

A faith that could only be from You

So wondrous, so hopeful, so believing

It reminds me of Your faithfulness

I look into Your foothills and recognize

An adventure that could only come from You

So energizing, so exciting, so invigorating

It reminds me of Your passion

Then I look at Your Son and realize

A love that could only be of You

So amazing, so overwhelming, so inviting

It reminds me of Your grace

Thank You.

Penned – MG – 10/26/03

 

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The Children of the Past

/ The WheatandTares

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They used to run and play in the sunshine.

They used to laugh and cry on the playground.

They brought a tear of joy back into our eyes.

They brought the joy of youth back into our hearts.

They had an air of innocence, not knowing any lies.

 

Where have all the children gone?

The sun is not shining.

The air is filled with gloom.

The wind is blowing fiercely.

The clouds are filled with doom.

 

Where are the children playing now?

Where has the laughter gone?

Where is all the joy that once was here?

Where has the innocence been?

Why have the children’s faces disappeared?

 

The children have vanished.

They no longer run in the morning sun.

The laughter is nowhere to be found.

The innocence has drifted from the air.

The joy in our hearts has been bound. 

 

The children spoke with tiny hands and feet.

They longed for the love and freedom of life.

They were never given a chance.

They were never given the choice.

They weren’t even given a second glance.

 

They have been stolen from this world.

They have been taken from the womb.

They were destroyed without a care or a moment spared.

No one cried for them. No one shed a single tear.

No one worried for one second. They didn’t even seem to care.

 

When will this world understand?

When will they really ever see?

They are killing our generation.

They are killing the Father’s gift to us.

His precious treasures of life and fun.

 

When will we all understand?

When will we really ever see?

We have let them destroy the girls and boys.

We are letting them destroy this nation.

It is up to you and me. We must stand and be their voice.

Penned – MG – 10/21/89