Misty Sea

Sleepy dreams along a misty sea
Fragile hearts held at the seams
What did you hope it would be
When the stars still gave us dreams

Down windy roads stretched ahead
That lead us to a work unseen
Of a life imagined in fairy tales
And seen on shows and magazines

The city lights make a bright sky
That light a midnight path this way
To memories that keep us hoping
For what we thought life would bring

The imagination of what could be
At times fall short of our reality
Dreams left to linger on and on
Waiting to be come to life again

In the mundane of our menial tasks
We keep to dreams we long to see
That give us hope for another day
To be where we've never been before

Amos

]Your hearts have grown bitter cold

Like the wind on a winter’s night

Compassion has left you like a thief

And love has been lost to the storms

Woe to you who are complacent

You who hold high to your comforts

Woe to you who feel you are secure

You who have obtained great wealth

Turn our hearts again to You Oh God

May our souls once again be made whole

Weep for sins of our fathers and their fathers

We cry for redemption in You, oh LORD

Woe to you who live in abundance

You feast on food that is not yours

Woe to you who leisure about

You entertain yourselves to no end

Our hearts have turned away from justice

Our ears turn away from the cry of hunger

Our eyes have closed to the oppressed

God cries out for righteousness and mercy

Woe to you who have great position

You use those with no power themselves

Woe to you who have great influence

You grab with a tight fist your high place

To you alone oh God have we sinned against

It is you alone we have turned away from

To our own way, to do as we have pleased

We have sin against you and no other

Let us find righteousness for our offenses

Let us pursue justice for the oppressed

Let us seek mercy for what we have done

Pardon us for our sins against You, God

May we see justice flow like a river,
righteousness like a never-ending stream

Let’s be compelled to love once more

Hearts born again out of holy compassion

Tattered and Worn

Worn down from wear
And torn from its use
It sits on a small shelf
As a reminder to me

That in life's struggles
She turned the thin pages
To affirm her hope and faith
As the days wore down

Words that did speak
Of an everlasting life
To a body broken down
And took toll over time

It's Truth that gave hope
From red letters she read
Looking to another time
That would never end

And her Bible sits tattered
As a reminder to us all
that all we must long for
Is found in this sacred text