Workman

Five Eight Two hundred
the man climbs the ladder
he looks down, sighs.
climbs on, till hand meets steel
hands move, heart beats,
never known his fear.

she stares, cold and sharp
across the stage, keyed.
notices her glance,
hands whirl, heart races.
she turns, glance back
climbs down, hands white.

he bends, tools free
turning, the stage empty
gone, like spotlights at dawn.
fleeing from his gaze,
darting glances, shivers
no feeling remains.

staring, stage blank,
dare he pursue?
turning, tools rise.
panting, kneeling, wondering
head twists, hands clasp,
not Man enough.

Trusting ___

[Not necessarily finished, just a rant]

I'm sick and tired of pretending my life is ok.
I'm sick and tired of defending my actions to myself.
I'm sick and tired of my own fake smiles and laughs.

People ask me "how's it going?"
As if they want to know...
Who really wants to hear me say,
I'm failing, and losing and crying?

When your dreams are put on hold,
your life is falling apart,
you're supposed to trust God.
I wish I did.

I hear a tune rush through my head,
its words comfort till they say
"I am happy, all the day"

Cause you see, at the cross
where my savior died,
my sins were washed away.
And yet, in grace, I still see death
I can not seem to be happy
in any way.

But day will dawn, hope is found
If not in the likely place
for friends will stand,
and help me up
by God's grace,
they'll see me through.

God in Texas

Fear consumes those who fail to trust.
Cynicism leads to broken hearts.
I try to trust, I want real faith.
But I don't know if God is in Texas.

I see the hand of God in all,
yet cannot trust his sovereign hand
Who can know the mind of Him
who raised the Son to life again?

It seems that life is really short
or long, depending on your attitude
When your god fits in Your box
How can God be in Texas?

Where does faith arise?
When men appeal on bended knee
and trust the father's gracious hand,
may Jesus Christ bless them then.

Faith is hard to live out, well
when your heart is on the line
Even though God's in control,
Is my God in Texas?