Friday, October 26, 2018

I Cannot Help But Sing


I Cannot Help But Sing

I don’t know everything there is to know
I never took the time to find out why
The sun spins and the rivers roll
And time keeps flowing by
But I’m filled with wonder for I see
His love has followed me around,
When I was lost He loved me then and
Loved me still when I was found

Every plant and rock and breathing thing
Holds creation’s mystery.
I’ve searched not understanding,
What every sense was telling me
For love’s the very essence,
The song in every living thing
God’s breathing, silent, strong and free
And all nature cannot help but sing.

I cannot help but sing,
In the wind the music sounds
The very mountains ring with it,
The oceans roar and pound
A joyful percussion moving in me
So strong I could not help but sing
I know he’s watching over me
He loves me and I cannot help but sing.

© 2018 Tom King

Monday, September 24, 2018

Down by the Cool Cool Water





Down by the Cool Cool Water

    E                             A
1. A long time ago a woman came
            B7                          E
    To a well where Jesus taught her,
                                           A
    That if you never want to thirst no more,
                         B7                   E
    You’ve gotta come to the livin’ water.

Chorus:
              E            B7
Oh Lord, let me live
                                  E
Down by the cool cool water
     E                      B7
Spread out like a healing flood
                                          E
Oh l want to live down by the water.

2. When I was a young man I didn’t know
    Which way to go and what I ought to
    Till I stepped down with the preacher man
    Down into the cool cool water

Chorus:

3. Walkin’ along the road of life ,
    Had a couple of sons and a daughter
    Side by side with a loving wife
    We were thirsty for that living water.

Instrumental break

4 We’re all livin’ in a thirsty land
    And it keeps on gettin’ hotter.
    But you’re never gonna have to thirst again,
    If you’re livin’ every day by the water.

Chorus:

5. One day soon we’re all goin’ home
    Each precious soul Jesus fought for.
    I know there’s a porch in heaven for me
    And it’s down by the cool cool water.

Chorus:

End:
  B7                          E
Down by the cool cool water.....
 B7                               A          E
Down by the cool cool water.


© 2018 by Tom King

Friday, August 24, 2018

They Demand You Give Them Facts



They Demand You Give Them Facts
 
They demand you give them facts,
But refuse to accept them when they've got them.
They only give you feelings and cynicism in return,
And think they've won the argument.
They say that you have nothing to offer,
And it breaks your heart that you know a secret,
That they do not.
That life is full of joy
Of meaning and purpose,
If you give Him half a chance..

© 2018 by Tom King

Monday, May 14, 2018

The Moth Girls


 

 

The Moth Girls

Up and up the moth girls ascended
On heated zephyrs with iridescent wings,
Lifting them up toward the flickering stars
Above where aerie heights beckoned “Join us.”

And in their brief ascent toward the high places,
The moth girls touched the flames along the way;
Flames that fed the updrafts that were lifting them
In exchange for the kind of fuel that feeds a fire.

Hashtag angels, judged worthy by the very fire
That singed and blackened their nacreous wings;
Flames that judged their further worth by whether
Their youth and beauty had yet been all burned up.

Pity the moth girls weary of the long climb,
Wings tattered, crying out because to be a star
Seems now too great a price to ever pay,
Now that the aerie heights seem finally lost to them.

They join a thousand other me-too moth girls
Spinning down, trailing smoke, emitting thin pathetic screams
Because in the cold and pitiless air of the descent they feel
Their burned skin and the nakedness of their wings. 

And so, the hastag moth girls cry, “The cruel flames above;
That fed our giddy ascent must be extinguished!
For the brightness of the light must not draw the innocent
Upward toward our once high places, bought with our own iridescence.”

© 2018 by Tom King

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Pressing Business


 

 Pressing Business


My shirts tend to be a bit wrinkled these days.
   I don’t even own an iron anymore.
       Perma-press, though not permanent or pressed
            Will have to do for me, I have no ironing board.

I guess I ought to get one just in case,
   I ever have to go someplace formal,
       Or even semi-formal with a tie and all
            Though I haven’t donned a tie in ages.

Things are changing for us baby boomers,
    Even simple things finally settle into a rut.
        With other comfortable things we’ve tossed in there
              Over the years, collecting the best things in life.

Trouble is that once we’ve become set in our ways
     And predictable in our moods and appetites,
           No one is interested in asking us anymore,
                What we care about or whether we’d like to try something new.

So we get along fine without irons and ironing boards          
     Our music collections grow more slowly and selectively.
           And we eat the same things for supper and brush our teeth
                 With the same danged toothpaste we always use.

And furthermore we don’t even care if adult children don’t like it.
     And think we’re no longer even relevant.
           And isn’t it nice to be content to be just who we are,
                  And finally free of caring about the judgment of others.


© 2018 by Tom King

Monday, April 30, 2018

We Ain’t Going Quiet-Like


Getting old is not for sissies
   If you’re weak they bundle you off
Somewhere you can be taken care of
   Somewhere they can drop you off.
Be careful in your golden years,
   You might want to move far away.
Where the kids can’t watch you deteriorate,
   And maybe send the grandkids to stay.
I blame my Irish ancestors
   That land of youth from their stories
Has given us committees now to determine
   If we’re still in “worth treating” categories.
The Golden Years it seems have gone brass
   Not in favor with those who advertise
So they cancel our favorite TV shows,
   We’re the wrong demographic I surmise.
But the youth of the rising generation
   Have underestimated this generation of geezers.
I don’t think we will go very quietly,
   Though we may be a bunch of old wheezers.

© 2018 by Tom King

Saturday, April 28, 2018

The New Sea




The New Sea

What will God do with us sailors?
   In the New Earth if there is no sea?
I can’t imagine a world without dolphins.
   No whales, no old walruses like me.
I had plans to build a sailboat in Earth made new,
   A catamaran, a schooner, sloop, or yacht or
A ketch I can launch, board and sail on,
   Surely God can spare enough water.
Jesus likes fishermen and sailors.
   They were the first ones that He chose.
So for now I'll trust Jesus, who loves me,
   For my love for the sea He knows.   
  
 © 2018 by Tom King