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…and wrote a few poems.
A block of wood
Here’s a man with a microphone
an audience, barely enough to crowd
songs of love and Lawrence
its the words that cry out loud
The music just drifts away
melts into tomorrow
both through and between the lines
he had a lot to say
Here’s a man with a block of wood
shaped and fashioned to sing in tune
the words crafted and moulded
by prayer and question
and the story of a carpenter, born a Jew
He was a man who took trees
cut and shaped them
turned them
and worked them with ease
to help the men of this world
to help his family
But that wasn’t why he came
His destiny was a tree
that cut and shaped Him
turned his destiny to a moment
a block of wood
a foundation
for eternity
So a man with a guitar and a microphone
a voice with a heart for souls
and a spirit born
when a Jewish carpenter died (and rose)
and his fingers are worn
playing for the Glory of his Lord
a block of wood
a foundation for eternity
a name on a rock
a block of wood
shaped and fashioned to sing in tune
a block of wood…
(For Derek Lind)
(5/8/95)
Look away
candle light
a red spot light
this time a man with a song
got it right
I can’t look away
I could walk away from the man
I could hang up the guitar
but as for the song
I cannot turn away
the words have me
captured by their passion
captivated by
the brutal beauty
of the ugliness of this world
candle light
a red spot light
this is how I want to do it
do it right
I can’t let them look away…
(5/8/95)
Shadow (II)
shadow on a curtain
guitar on a chair
and all there is left on stage
is a song in mid air
(he left it hanging there)
shadow of a cross
cast by a fire of fear
and all there is left
blood and water, love and despair
(He’s no longer hanging there)
One man is coming back to sing
Another will return as King…
…and the shadows will bow
in reverence and fear
right here.
(5/8/95)
