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Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts

Monday, 22 September 2014

The will to live

The Will to Live

Silently someone just learned to forgive,
While a man with a voice screamed "Die!"
My heart cries loudly "live, live, live!"
And my head turns away from the lie.

We're not all destined for fame abroad,
With stars in our hopeful eyes
But some will find their sweet reward
As the fire of this life dies.

Frustration turns its restless blade
With all its vain intent,
While in my breast the knowledge lays
Of what the master meant.

Charisma fueled by selfish pride
Is like its cousin fame
And only fools who trust in lies
Will fan the rampant flame.

But secret flows the whispering brook
Determined, to the sea.
And when my dreams like clouds have fled
My will returns to thee.


Joe Morriss
 22nd September 2014

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Skin to Skin


"Skin to Skin"
Bonded from the beginning
Your first cry
Your mothers tears dried
My Son

Blood red
Angry Clashes
Angst and anguish
The door slams
You leave
We grieve

Yea tho I walk through the valley of shadow,
How I wish I had spared the rod
Your road is long and winding
My eyes are wet with crying

Skin to Skin
To hold you close again
Beyond the rugged cross
All will be alright

Joyful reunion
An open door
Ring and Robe
Firstborn of many brothers.

Come home tonight.


Joe Morriss
9th September 2014



Monday, 9 June 2014

Innocence



Lord when my image crumbles
You reveal the truth
Lord when I feel frightened
You give me peace of mind.
Lord when others threaten me
You show me how to forgive
Lord your love endures through all things.

Your truth is light for my life
I have made mistakes Lord
But you've shown me the right way to live

I look up to you
Please help me be me 
Among a world of misunderstanding.


Joe Morriss
1998

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

A Little While




I held my mother's hand and cried
"How long?" I asked
She turned and smiled
"A little while" is what she said
"then it's home and off to bed..."

I held the martyr's hand and cried
"How long?" I asked
He turned and sighed
"A little while" is what he said
"His body was broken, his blood was shed..."

"How Long?" you ask
Is life's long day
So full of hurt and shame and dismay
"A little while" Is what Jesus said
"Till I judge the living and the dead."


Joe Morriss
2010