The Road and the Crown

And i set out on the road
that looks like that of hope,
to halfway realize its lined with
bitterness and envy, pain and death
hate and mystery, blood wealth.
To make my own i have lived so far,
seen loveless souls drive life's car.
At a young age tired and distraught
of the people and places and humanity lost
to see the innocent get choked upon.
If there was a remedy i would have tried
helped the innocent walk, maybe fly.
But then in their cause i went down,
so hard, was difficult to find my own.
And now that road looks empty again,
with someone else trying to make their way.
I call after them and warn them loud
but they seem dazzled by the fake crown.
As i watch them disappear in the distance,
some falling halfway, the others further down,
no one completes the road or wears that crown
in flashes of lights and tinted green shades
with mirrors lying while their beauty fades.
I ponder once again on their cause
and this i realize is not my war.
Its a war of the ages, of power so cruel,
a war to prove, to stamp their rule.
Seeing this i set my sights on that road again,
with will as my companion and
fate my final destination.
As i walk i pass the fallen,
their twisted hands, their broken legs
their lifeless eyes, their empty souls.
I still continue on that road now feeling faint
all around i here their voices quake.
They warn me, as i had them before
and watch me a little further than them go.
I keep my lane and walk way ahead,
not giving in, not heeding the crowd.
As i look ahead the beautiful crown I see
just to realize this place i had already been.
I look around and at the end of the road i stand,
it was the same place where, I, my journey began.

The Lord of the Rascals

As i think about your great love
your bountiful mercy and grace from above,
I am amazed by your works
and your assessment of mankind's worth.

For I know myself, the scum I am,
not worthy of your love, let alone your death.
But still that one act nullified me, washed my sins,
breathed new life in the old me, set me free.

As i read your story, the years you put,
though everything is yours in patience you looked
upon man and his deeds, his actions frivolous,
his soul for sale to the outcast so dangerous.

Yet from amongst the worst you chose,
your truth, gracefully to the world expose.
Jacob, David, Peter and Paul,
had no clue what was in store at all.

If we think about the rational, your actions are foolish
but then again rationale doesn't understand gracefulness.
We are but just a product of your love,
not intelligent, eloquent or talented above.

When one went to kill to cover up his sin,
easily you could have sworn and killed him, all his kin.
But still when you saw him at his worst on his knees,
you restored his dignity, kingdom, priesthood and peace.

And now as we read about David and his exploits
what strikes us is not his looks, his power or his big slays,
but your love and anointing that strongly in him flowed.
And to think you have promised us even more.

All of history proclaims your love aloud
even nature echoes praises of you life long.
We are but just a tiny dot on your grand masterpiece,
Jesus' love has brought us from absolutely nothing to significance.

When i think of my life, my sin, my arrogance,
in shame i hide my face from the prince.
But then as your love in me bought a change,
i can do nothing but give you all my praise.

What you see no man can comprehend,
the crookedest of all, your grace and love has mend,
and when i look back in HIStory
i realize your love abounds for all, even rascals like me.