Insight into a younger man’s heart

I wrote these when I was in high school and a couple of them were written in my early years in the military.

I look back and see a lost young man looking for the truth.

I see that young man now certain of his place in God’s kingdom and looking forward to that blessed hope that awaits. 

Please do not try to derive any truths from these as they were written during a time when I was seeking the truth but had yet to find it.

See the stars up in the sky

Heathen man says he knows why

This man cares not if he is lost

Into the wind his life is tossed

Round and round his life does go

Where it lands he does not know

Our Home

The third from the sun

Is two-thirds sea

One-third is land

But less is free

Dear Mommy and Daddy

Dear Mommy I ‘m scared please tell me why

Life is not good but I don’t want to die

Dear Daddy I’m confused from where do I come?

Was I brought by the stork or made by the One?

Dear Mommy and Daddy I do want to know

Where does life come and then where does it go?

An Illusion

Tomorrow is

when all nations lay down their guns

And harsh words are laid aside

No more fear for daughters and sons

And no more reasons to hide.

And tomorrow is

when children are no more crying

And they laugh in unity

And innocent people are no more dying

And everyone can be free.

Field of Dust

Here we stand

On this field of dust

Shedding our blood

For a slice of earth’s crust

We fought hard

And we died bold

Some had secrets

That will never be told

We will never return

This was so insane

So that souls may live

We have died in vain

Tell our moms

We did our best

Don’t send us home

Like they did the rest

Bury our bodies

In this field of dust

So no more souls

Will die like us

Am I?

Am I a romantic or am I just a fool?

Or could I be the rebel who’s breaking every rule?

Or could I be the sadist enjoying all the pain?

Or do I want attention by walking in the rain?

Or am I just a human who doesn’t know the plan?

My life is but confusion, I’m doing the best I can.

Careless Confidence:

Goals are made in reality

A sure bet on security

Live a life in fantasy

Sin can kill them instantly

The Chains You Made:

Bound by the chains, the chains of tomorrow;

A goal and a promise, the failure and sorrow.

Bound by the chains, the chains of yesterday;

Remembering the bad times and the good ones gone away.

Bound within sin, the chains you have made;

All the dreams you have had, you watch as they fade.

Confused:

Why do I see, what I see?

Why do I hear, the things I hear?

Am I from apes or the hand of the Lord?

Should I listen to science or believe in God’s word?

Why do I breathe the air I breathe?

Why do I live the life I live?

And when I die is it dust I will be

Or go to heaven and live eternally?

Why can’t I know the things not known?

What are the answers to the questions unanswered?

Will I stay confused until the end of time?

Or will some relieve my troubled mind?

An Illusion:

What looks wrong, could be right.

What can’t happen, it just might.

Things are not just as they seem.

Is life nothing but a dream?

Is this false or is it true?

Where should I go, what should I do?

I’m not sure just what is real.

I’m not sure just why I feel.

Reality is an immense illusion,

Things so real cause such confusion.

Who are we?

This man is black

And this man is white.

This man is wrong

And this man is right.

This man is social

And this man’s alone

This man has riches

And this man no home.

Men hate men for the way they look.

Men hate men for the paths they took.

Who are all men one another

So who are we to judge our brother?

I Exist:

Vibrations gathered by my eardrums

Images gathered by my eyes,

Scents gathered by my nostrils

And the pain I feel implies

That I exist.

I once thought...

I once thought I knew everything to know

But I’ve grown up now and that isn’t so.

There are lots of things that I do not know

But I am alive and that goes to show

That if I don’t know all I will not die

Because I know enough to just get by.

Deterrence:

No gun plus peace talk has no hope to live.

A gun is the one that can take and not give.

A gun to a gun is a much better score.

A gun plus peace talk equals no war.

Sin:

I hear it

I see it

I think it

I do it

I pay for it