Poems – Page 8 – Renewed Dream

DRIVEN AND TOSSED

Driven and tossed by the wind.Driven and tossed within.Driven and tossed by the sea.Driven and tossed by what I believe.Tossed around by my sorrows.Driven mad by no tomorrow.Driven and tossed by the wind.Driven and tossed by my sin.Driven and tossed by the sea.Driven and tossed until I believed. by – R.d. jess

DOESN’T ALWAYS

Waters don’t always fall.Harvest isn’t always in the fall.Good doesn’t always receive good.Things don’t always go as they should.But I trust the God over it all.Even if the rain doesn’t fall.Even if there is no food in the fall.My God is good to all.No evil has me shaken.No sorrow has me breakin.I trust the workContinue reading “DOESN’T ALWAYS”

SOFTER SINGS

Still breeze and softer sings.The little birdy telling me.Not one sparrow, not one sorrow.Is not seen by thy heavenly king.For all that we know,God has faithfully shown.That he clothes the flowers,In their desperate hours.That his justices pursues,The weight of truth.Whether today I find reliefor I am kept in my grief.I trust the hands that madeContinue reading “SOFTER SINGS”

MY DEAREST FRIEND, SUFFERING

My dearest friend, Suffering.Thank you for the gift called hurting.At first I was mad at you.Thinking you had lost it too!Now I see it differently.It was a much needed journey.At first I thought you were an enemy.Plotting to destroy me.I can’t thank you enough for what you did.Shining a light on the things I hid. ThankContinue reading “MY DEAREST FRIEND, SUFFERING”

RAISED GLASS

To the one all alone.For the anger that stayed at home.To the grief that never left.For the evil that made a mess.To all the pain you feel.For those who wish love was real.This glass is raised for you.Praying you will make it through. r.d. JESS

PITY PARTY IN ROOM 23

Pity party in room 23.A pity party is only me.Sip my glass, half empty.What a party.Filled with animosity,But I like my party.Don’t try to change me.Am I happy?Take another glass of whisky.Please keep me company.Pity party in room 23.The party for the lonely.Only creates more depravity. r.D.jESS

A MARTYR

Make myself a martyr.Make things a little harder.It’s not selfless,If it makes yourself less.God created me.My actions, an insult to the king.To tell my God I am nothing.When he took the time to knit me.God gives good gifts,The least I could do is enjoy its bliss. r.d. jESS

GRAVEN HANDS

Graven hands held my sin.Beaten and hung with other men.Graven in flesh was my pain.Beaten and hung with those who slain.Hands graven with God’s sorrow,Beaten and hung for hope’s tomorrow.Graven hands were hung and beaten.Graven hands changed me with in. R.D. Jess

AM I THE VILLAIN?

Am I the villain?Can I be forgiven?A gift it is, on display.For someone to love me that way.To be forgiven much, indeed!To love a villain free.A cost not worth the pay.Was love on display.For a villain like me,To be forgiven and free. R.D. Jess

Under The Law

Under the law I made myself My self doubt became a cry for help.I forced selflessnessBy making myself less.In turn I became the villain.I turned into the ephesians.What a Pharisee I am.I was afraid of man.Holier I tried to be.Frustrated that they could not see,Why I was so lowly.Truth be told, that wasn’t holy.Reframe the pictureContinue reading “Under The Law”