God is good

My hope is a pesky fly
I am a die hard
struggling through
the hills of hell
and a sea
of yucky
yesterdays
on many days
only hope
drags me
through to
see another
tomorrow
If I am not dead
hope is not dead
If hope is dead
God is dead
If God is dead
we’re all screwed
because everything
that is good
comes from
God
because God
is good

Warm Words

Do not grow weary
Don’t give up
hang tight
to that
rope of hope
til the light
breaks through
the black skies
of despair and
misery
there are
better days
to come
where nightmares
turn to
beautiful
grand dreams
and our
mind’s deep
troubles
shall fade away
like fog
Sometimes the
Sun hides
like a
celebrity
for
months
do not lose
hope
hang in
there
hang on
to the hand
of God
cling tight
with all your
strength and
all your might
and if you so
tightly cling
nothing shall
rip you
from his grip

Death awaits

The casket
the urn
the spreading
of ashes
Oh everyone
has their day
no  soul
shall escape
the claw
of death
Oh don’t
waste
your life
on the
train
to
vanity
that takes
the tracks
to a
desolate
heart
Your not promised
another thing
not a day
not a minute
not a second
not a single breath
only God knows
your time
swollen minds
oozing with
pride
say there is
no God.
Oh how on Earth
can they
possibly know?

Without God

Without God
we are just
fleshy mannequins
here on Earth
with no
apparent
reason
all our
splendid
great
deeds
are good
as the
garbage
heap
and
philosophy
and wisdom
are a
complete
waste
of time
our words
nothing
but hot air
and bad
breath
and nothing
is crucial
as the world
worships
beauty
wealth
and fame
the recipe
for
emptiness
eating a
hole
through
the
soul
and all
the trinkets
and trophies
and gaud
are worthless
our life’s
work
void
dead on
arrival
as we
squirm
dissatisfied
and thirsty
for more
and we
drink or
drug
or work
til we’re
ragged
until our
souls are
shredded
like
a
piñata
but I
tell you
that
God
is our
great
and
glorious
hope
if you
trust him
like you
trust the
sun to
come
up