April 4 - Hate Speech

Hate Speech

Once in a while we get kind of tired,
Of talking at one another.
Wouldn't it be nice if that happened
More often.

To speak to say your truth in the open air?
Are words, then, a privilege granted by kings or queens
Or a right of birth; sacrosanct and holy?
Inviolate?

I never met a word that ever made me bleed.
Is anything more powerful than humans choosing?
I never heard a speech I could not resist,
If wanted to.

I once wondered what we should do to stop all the hate.
As if it were "our" responsibility to do so.
The arrogant answered, "No choice should be allowed."
Exactly what I feared.

People with mouths that speak unbidden are dangerous no doubt.
Minds that choose whether they would love or hate or fear.
Cannot be fixed nor made better from the outside in - only from
The inside out.

© 2019 by Tom King

April 3 - Like Silly Putty

Like Silly Putty

A man named Walter McGillicuddy
Was considered a little bit nutty.
He fell for a girl
Who made his head whirl
And she handled him like Silly Putty

April 2 - Lost Graveyard in an Empty Field

Lost Graveyard in An Empty Field

A solitary stone cross stands alone in a hayfield
Where a home stood, children played and supper bells rang the time.
But time marches on they tell us and homes fall down; and big farms
Swallow small ones at last leaving only standing stones behind.

They're buried here, the first generations who walked behind the plow.
They were well-respected, well-loved and finally duly mourned.
The grass grows high, the names on the stones now hidden from passers by;
From the cars that rush by this place, the drivers otherwise concerned.

They were loved, those who sleep undreaming now beneath the stones.
Each stone placed by someone who did not want to forget their resting places.
But in scarce a hundred years both sleepers and those who placed the stones,
Are long forgotten, no one left who knows the names or remembers the faces. 

Save One who marks each soul that was His; who remembers all the faces,
That once looked up, trusting, knowing He to whom they once surrendered;
Who carved their names into His own hands in a lonely place much like this,
On another cross, had promised even lost graveyards like these would be remembered.

© 2019 By Tom King

April 1 - Sentinel

Sentinel

As the sun fades in the west it casts
   It's last light upon the sentinel's hoary flanks
Illuminating her frosted tresses of snow settled like
   Silvery locks hanging from the mountain's shoulders.
A taciturn presence she looms above the lands below;
   Quiet rivers and streams running down
From her rocks and high places
   Carving valleys across the plains at her feet.
You can feel her frowning down at you 
   When the light's like this and the sun's upon her.
A kind of menopausal fury waiting to be unleashed,
   To roar down the valleys she has carved.

© 2019 by Tom King

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 warm sun spins and the rivers roll

And time keeps flowing by

But I’m filled with wonder for I see

His love followed me around,

When I was lost He loved me and still

Loved me 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

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

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