Thoughts From Just Another Passer By

I started this some time ago, by the sounds of it, it wasn't the brightest time in my life... today I finished it :D I feel asleep one night and down I fell a dream of bugs and bells The fire burnt bright the shadows grew deeper I hope i awake to daylight strong and an ever deepening understanding and voice for your song

Clearing out my laptop sharing the poem and thoughts - mostly half finished so they're gone from my computer but not lost forever. * Find the soul of the lost Taste the hour that eclipses Know that tomorrows walk will add blisters on to blisters Time shall not bear easy on you Nor shall the road be smooth Fight for tooth and nail upon the rocky path For tomorrow will not be easier But maybe it won't be harder * You have called me All that I am Put me here in this moment Standing with the lamb You gave me a map And You ask me to pray To work with you on my direction Everyday You ask me to intercess For my fellow travellors For their paths and directions Are important to you to For we all serve your glory The glory of the king Our direction faces into you To you our praise we sing. * To the glory of your name I bring to you my life in praise. How can you accept us? I’ve seen the work our hands have done Crazy shameful moments Time was...

Hello you,   How are you?   Can you see me?   I can see you!   Will the sunshine tomorrow And the rains keep at bay?   Will you be here to see me And love me all the same?   Will the journey be so much easier Or will be harder day-by-day? Will each step be springy and light Or held with drudgery and fear? Will my voice be strong and true Or a whisper faltering here? Will I look on boldly forward I truly know my way? Or will I tentatively reach out slowly Arms length away? Could I wake up tomorrow and this is gone? Could I walk away and forget? Could I ever gain a love like this? Could I ever run on forwards? Will the questions get easier? Then, I suppose, the answers get harder! Will the disappointment be an honour? Will my shame mean pride to you? Will an answer mean new armour, Or a brick wall between me and you? When my hair goes grey and my walking is hobbled When I grow to tired to sleep Will I wake and wonder still my Lord Or will you give me the r...

I wrote this poem whilst on camp, and one of the leaders and the boys turned into a song. I have the copy with the chords on kinda but as I don't understand chords.... Flames of the Spirit, burn my soul Cleanse my heart, make me whole. You've taken my burden Carried me far Come O Lord set me on fire Fill me with your Holy Desire Water of the Spirit, carry my soul Clean my heart, make me whole. Washing away my burden Carrying me far Come O  Lord Wash me a new Give me more desire for you Wind of the Spirit, blow on my soul Bless my heart, make me whole Blown away my burden with me till a far Come O Lord breathe on me Make my desire you to seek Loving Lord and Spirit, you have me soul Yours is my heart making me whole Gone are my burdens You are with me Come O lord, Come O Lord I ask: be my desire forever more.

Its not the end point the journey? Its not the its the end point? Its never the start! We race towards the goal, but we walk along a narrow path. We all started somewhere. Start fragment. End together. Journey... still being undertaken. People please bare with me, we all started at different places all on different paths going to one goal. My map might not read the same as yours.

One step, dare you. Then just another, Keep on walking, Past the crowd. Everyone may be watching, Some may even take notice, Some will walk against you, Some will never see. Dare you, keep moving, Keep moving, taking ground, Solid foundations, No faking these relations. Look around see them moving with you, Listening, different paths, One destination. Dare you. Keep Moving. Dare you.

like a firework ive zoomed across the sky flown high wondering pondering falsifying and terrifying but not at all undiluting but ever so likely that one day i will go boom a bright fright for you all

when the world runs quiet and you turn up late its not the desire that makes us hate for if the love of a journey was to make it to the end then would it drive us round the bend to be a lone once in a while maybe take that longer mile this world can take it's toll but when it does take the bus the jounrey will be easier on us and tomorrow when the world's okay remember me this happy way and not what i feel

dont wanna stand here but i cant walk away my pain and shame fading into the once coloured frame what this world needs is a hero super-slogan and hope time for him to rise come from the grave three days dead who but can he save and on the dawn of dusk here cries the angels by and at his side tomorrow this world will be different for once again I have my king and praises to him i will sing

Weeping, wasting leaving lately I watch the sun set across the water I watch it rise across the skies And i watch the sun linger midless along the streets they walk for time is swiftly fleeting along this lonely floor and as i see the pairings shatter i watch the postcards flutter from rescue me to save the trees Pictures float past different windows winning motives and if faith has to play it's smallundevaiting path then we should know it's bigger bigger than what we see larger than what we know huger than you and me the mess we have laid down the typing of random scenes linked so cleaverly with rhyming words for this broken world is all i see it's scenes include the summer fields and the snowy mountian tops but more it is the war torn desert and gun ravaged streets and all it takes is the tears of a child to see the human inside us all scared, lost alone I'm crying not for you or me but for this broken world as that is all I can see

tomorrow is a different day lets up it changes us in a different way shape up shake up its time to see that its not your time to believe in me turn round look back at the deep blue see my friends are already on the attack they create and they collapse they shape and they relapse but im not sure i care im not sure if i can stay awake no more im to tired to stand its time for me to fall its time for you to believe in yourself its time for me to fall

madness persues only thoses who can escape, but the trails of an ordianry man, may fade away away in time but, only by his own hand, and if then the world could be, what all men wish to see, will he have done his part through hunger and emptiness of heart, and all who no this feeling crave it like figs to a dove, they name it love

And if they all took time to look then maybe they would see step, back, relax, it's fine, really I'm still me Just reach out to let me know you will stick and stay around for time is slipping past my friend and my feet have lost there ground Well if tomorrow I say goodbye please just take no attention I'm only just freaking out about this new sensation Maybe time will halt for us maybe time will stop for old friends then we will never have to move on and this will never have to end

I was listening to the rain last night instead of typing and instead I wrote this: It comes down always comes down it never seems to stop rain upon this ground its like the tears that fall in heartache or joyful eye watering in a happy break but yet this moment this sound seems lonely like a lone man crying for those who have, has and are lost humming himself a drum beat upon these forgotten streets maybe its time for us all to meet just one last time before the night comes

sometimes saturdays seem so lonely and sundays seem so solemn Mondays asre a moment and tusedays more stoic than a roman column wednesday is distant and thursday looking sad friday once again goes quick and thats a week to be had maybe as the months go by the pace will pass and quicken and then when years have comed to pass a slowness they will sicken but for now each day so seems the same and drifts by evermore and sleepily we dream it by forgetting to wish for more

I have a lot to be thankful for, A life still to live, A dream still to strive, Food at my table still to eaten. One more sunrise, As I'm sure tomorrow has no end. Strike me down but see me rise. I will no longer fall short of what I am, Because thats putting my friends, And me down.

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing. Some might think it's a constant state for me. Even stranger for me is I'm trying to work out me and a dress. A dress. The cobwebs also now are duly dusted and if the 3 mile cycle wasnt enough a bracing game of crazy golf with awesome Ruth was fun followed by a walk on the beach and a dip in the sea was just what I needed, I also nearly got ran over by a friend. am on physio again the excersises are painful but I will bear them to get better. And you where supportive And you where there You where never angry Just a few miles away maybe And I know your never mine But the poems where just on lines And although its only through a mirror we say this But its only by the time

It's time to do something, something that will dust away the cobwebs time for a cycle so early on this morning, as for you reading have a poem... my feet keep walking its not a straight path this messaging is uncertain esp. if you don’t have a past eagle and hawks fly high thinking the world quite funny esp. if they can’t see what we are doing hunny

The strange path of one walking in the spirit. 1) EYES - Known = He not only sees you He knows you. 2) CANDLE FLAME -Lord I want this night to end Lord let your day begin. 3) STARS - You are one in a million. You are special and truly amazing. You are created in Gods image. The word BEAUTIFUL was created to describe God; you are made in his likeness. Praise God for you. Amen 4)SKY - Night = Gods over thrown it. Yay. 5) WATER -Then Jesus declared, "I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6: 35 Come to the living fountain and Drink 6)FOOD - Full on the Spirit. Full on the Bread of life. You are what you eat. Jesus said, “I am the bread of life” John 6:35 7)FIELDS -We are the Lords crop, in him we will grow and others around us will grow as well. 8)LEAVES - Death = Ugly or beautiful? Heaven? There are several mansions there. You will go home to your father. 9)MUSIC -Sing praise, sing praise, sing praise, s...

I have a friend who hasn't been at college for a while due to the fact that she kept fainting, she has kept smling though and has chosen my poems for the last two days has chosen my poems. So for today this is for Sharna. Keep believing, everyone keep believing. Believe your heart and follow your soul discard your head and enjoy this bore we don’t live long we always move on so make that merry merry song join the dance make up the steps and play the game the game to life make your rules and the path you choose you just can’t lose don’t expect the steps not to fall away and your feet not to pay just don’t be afraid leave the large door open and don’t close the windows either retrieve the music discard the silence feel the warmth yet know the shadows walk away and you you will never see the light of day argue for what you see have faith in yourself be who you are not the person they want to see you just have to believe