Reborn

I am reborn, came out of the storm;

I am renewed have found what is true.

I gave you my soul, you’ve taken control;

I gave you my strife, I gave you my life.

Take me to places that I’ve never dreamed,

Let me see colors that I’ve never seen,

My eyes opened wide, I’ve swallowed my pride-

I give you control, give life to my soul.

I am reborn- no longer torn-

no longer worn- I am reborn.

Now I am new- What will we do?

With morning dew, I walk with you.

Take me to places that I’ve never dreamed,

Let me see colors that I’ve never seen.

Renew my soul, I give you control.

Show me what’s true as I walk with you,

You’ve seen me through- now I am new.

A Splinter of Sun

I was broken and battered and bruised;

I was running in circles confused;

I was thinking it’s all just a ruse,

numbing pain with drugs and booze.

 

I was broken and battered and bruised,

even thinking it’s time for a noose,

often claiming there’s nothing to lose

with dark voices compelling to choose.

 

Then dark clouds covered the sun,

I lost my will to have fun.

Looking back at all I had done

felt there was nowhere left to run.

 

Then the rains came from skies-

washed away all my disguise-

cleansing all of my lies-

and I opened my eyes.

 

A splinter of sun touched my face,

I knelt on my path in this race,

decided was time to embrace

Great Spirit’s unending grace.

 

I may be broken and battered and bruised

but I still have time to choose,

sing to me you are my muse

these are the words I will choose:

 

Today my path is new,

I’m gonna come out of the blue,

see colors of different hue,

exploding as I walk with you.

 

I am healed I am helped I am held,

my spirit is yours to weld;

done sticking with my old form,

you’ve carried me through the storm.

On this day I am reborn,

you’ve carried me through the storm,

I am no longer torn.

A Simple Prayer

I will never be perfect but I can be right;

Open my eyes, give me your sight.

Take all my pain, whisk it away,

Replace it with joy at dawn of day.

Show me your path, lighten my load,

Carry me Lord, along this long road.

Open my ears, help me to hear

Creator’s soft words, telling me not to fear.

Get right with God, get right with me;

Mold me today, that is my plea.

 

Rehabilitation

Took a stab

at rehab;

now I don’t wanna grab

another bud

fueling false love.

Reach instead to God above.

Feeling changed-

rearranged-

not dead, deranged and drained.

At last I’m whole;

gave up control

to higher Spirit of my soul.

I had failed-

entered jail-

was off the tracks, life derailed.

On prison floor

an open door

shining light, a chance to soar.

Spirit cried,

tears dried.

In God above I now abide.

She lights my path,

not bringing wrath,

provides a high that’s built to last.

In darkest hour,

found power

that led me to a higher tower.

Got weak to become strong;

felt right seeing wrong;

at last I found a place to belong.

In the light

of the night

opened my eyes, regained my sight.

Stuck in the grey

of darkest day,

let go my will and found my way.

Now life is new-

not shades of blue-

my Higher Power saw me through

deepest valley

and darkest night.

I’m found not lost,

I’ve seen the light.

Evolution

First I was just me- without concern of who to be. Quickly discovered the masses saw weakness, circling around my image of meekness.

So I had to become a bully slayer, defeating fools & becoming a player. Push around me & my nerdy friends? I was ready to bleed, make you make amends.

Next I became a peacekeeper, swearing off violence & shunning  the reaper. Abhorring all conflict, preaching restrain, stuck in the middle, using my brain.

Beat down by love, became a bystander, safe on the sidelines, swallowing candor. Too weak to be strong I moved to the side, silently crying as part of me died.

Lived for a bit, warming the bench, disgusted, dismayed by my own failure’s stench. Down for the count but still not quite out, swelling inside, desiring to shout.

Awake & alive, became a fighter again, not with my hands but a mighty pen. Shattering silence, speaking my piece, resolved once again, finding release.

Now I fight for the tired, downtrodden, and shamed; those not desired, not brought in, or named. I speak for the fired, forgotten, the framed; I stand for myself and all claiming their names.

And at last I am me- my true identity. May not be much but it seems like enough, equal parts wild and mild, tender and tough. My fears have been shed and my mask has been torn; at last found my voice, I am reborn.     

 

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW, at last reconciled with all that I do, finally at peace with all who I am, not holding back this flood with a damn; no longer ashamed with what I done wrong, embracing each note as part of my song.

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW, alive in the moment, seeing what’s true: my past has pitfalls but also peaks that left the old me spiraling and weak. Now I know that’s just where I’ve been but dwelling on sin is no way to win.

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW, eyes on the sunrise, awake with the dew, walking each morning- a fresh new start- feeling the strength of my pumping heart, resting to see world’s colors explode, asking my God to lighten my load.

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW, one step at a time, He’s seeing me through; taking my time, measuring my stride, having opened my soul the world’s open wide. No longer consumed by anger and wrath, feeling at peace at this place in my path.

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW, still with the sunset, not lost in a zoo, eyes are still open, soul still awake, now letting go of all that I take; suddenly swelling, new life fills the hole, no longer in pieces, finally I’m whole.

I am TRYIN’TOBENEW, full moon rises as I do too. Wild yet tame, I look to the sky, humbled by life, not asking “why?” Breaking the silence, “Who?” asks the owl. No longer in doubt I reply with a howl:

“I am TRYIN’TOBENEW!!!”

How about you?

Lift Up My Gaze

I wear out this path with each day I travel, shuffling between work and home. Trudging along, kicking the gravel, yearning for someplace to roam.

Some days I’m weary, my eyes on the ground, wishing there was something more- a broken spirit, a suffering sound, wondering why life’s such a bore.

Lift up my eyes to see my surroundings, help me to see all that has changed. Each passing day brings a newness of life; lift up my gaze, help me see-  all beauty around me.

New flowers bloom with every new season, blades of grass striving for skies, clouds rolling in or storms departing. All if I open my eyes, life offers me a surprise.

I wear out this path with each day I travel, often I’m dragging my feet. My eyes are cast down and my soul’s unraveled- life’s stuck on constant repeat.

Some days I walk, my lost eyes averted from others who pass by my side. My mind stuck on thoughts rarely converted- when will I be satisfied?

Lift up my eyes to see my surroundings, help me to see who has changed. Each passing day brings a newness of life; lift up my gaze, help me see- all people around me.

People are smiling, offering friendship; sad faces too, needing some love, others are out there, surrounded by silence. All if I open my eyes, life offers me a surprise.

I wear out this path with each day I travel, but still there is so much to see. New life is calling with every new morning, beckoning me to be free.

Some days I strut, praising sweet sunrise, seeing bright light flush the earth. Another day comes, replacing night’s cries, revealing each day’s unique worth.

Lift up my eyes to see my surroundings, help me to see life has changed. Out of the dust a new world arises; lift up my gaze, help me see- a new world around me.

New paths diverging, offering freedom, leading to places that I’ve never been. The world’s open wide with new paths unfolding. All if I open my eyes, life offers me a surprise. If only I open my eyes.

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