Her heart is black - 2005

Her heart is black
Her soul is dying
Death’s her victory
Never has she loved before
Born in Heaven
Her heart’s forgotten
The love of her Savior’s blood

She thinks her blood will save her
She cries out from her death
With Satan’s arms around her
She takes her final breath
God loved her ‘til the last
If only she could see
In Christ, there’s victory

Bittersweet Emancipation - 2005

Facing death with courage
Waiting to see God
Tears of losing earthly life
Joy of eternal salvation

A life of serving Christ our Lord
How much more can be asked?
Love, compassion, family
The things great life is made of

Striving for a better life
Suffer through the pain
Laugh in the face of darkness
Smile through the tears

Certain death, but not defeat
The Lord will always triumph
No sadness on his final day
A son is coming home

POEMA - June 2005 (Camp YoliJwa)

Perfect creativity
Oxygen to those who live
Eternally secured in God
Much more could be said
About this, God’s
Poema

Perfection in the Father’s hand
Over all the earth
Everyday we live God’s plan
My Lord, He smiles down
Another life is saved through God’s
Poema

The Road to Seeing God - July 2004 (written at Mount Lou San Bible Camp)

My heart is racing as I step
Up closer to the door
The future is forgotten as
My past looms overhead
Forgiveness reaches out to me
And grabs my feeble hand
He pulls me close and hugs me tight
With a gentle caress
Inside the door is Happiness
He’s past the fields of blue
A ray of sunshine fills my eye
My past is left behind
Yet I cling to my guilty sin
I committed long ago
The deep, deep wounds of past forgot
Burst with my crimson blood
I’m filled with pain so great it burns
My heart with every breath
Hope of happiness drifts away
And Danger whispers, “Dear,
My little child come to me and sit here on my knee
We’ll have much fun when Anger comes
And then with misery we’ll…”
“Stop!” I cried and grabbed the door
But locked it seemed to be
No turning back for now the past is gone
The future’s all I see
“I must go on,” I say at last
And pick myself up tall
I push past Danger and the rest,
Toward happiness galore
The fields of blue are wonderful,
But blood drips from the trees
This last reminder of the past
Is all that I can see
My scars attempt to hide the pain
But fail so miserably
My blood pours out as I fall down
And land upon my knees
A cross is lifted off of me
A man stands where I look
My blood pours down his spotless face
My sins are washed away
He takes my cross up on the hill
I nail him to that tree
It’s there my Jesus died for me
With love, peace, purity
I see the lonely cross that held
My sins, my savior’s blood
I’ll hang upon that cross someday
I’ll suffer for Christ’s sake
Treasures shall be stored in Heaven
And I’ll see God that day

The Love - 2003

The storm was drawing nearer
The night was getting cold
I thought there was no hope
I could not see the light
A gust of wind surrounded me
And swept me from afar
Into the arms
The loving arms
Of the one who set me free

The love is like no other
The feeling never dies
The world around me crumbles
I am safe in my savior’s arms