Ride

A poem from 1995

What a fool!

What an idiot!

To be misled

to be strung along

to be told secrets

as if they were the truth

although they were your way

of deceiving me

You shouldn’t have told me

You have screwed me up

I don’t know what to believe

I don’t know who is in the wrong

I don’t know why you did it

An ego trip?

A ploy?

A sincerity?

If I couldn’t trust you

Then who?

The Pit

A poem from 2017

Brother hatred

Brother jealousy

Brother conspirators

To kill me and throw me in a pit

Brother responsibility

To throw me alive into the pit

To come back later and rescue me

Stripped

Thrown

But I will trust in You

Brother greed

Brother opportunist

To spare my life

To sell me into slavery

Chained

Dazed

But I will trust in You

Brothers cruel

Brothers callous

To tear my coat

To dip it in animal blood

To report my death to my devoted father

To inflict misery on his dear soul

But I will trust in You

My story hasn't ended

Chapters will be written

Ups and downs

Dreams and nightmares

Promises and promises

Glory and glory

Hey, Jude! (Part Two)

A poem from 1986

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Hey, Judas

I didn’t mean to sound harsh,

I really feel sorry for you

Destined for this condemnation

For helping God fulfil His plan.

But God knows best

And I’m not criticising Him

For who am I to tell the Almighty

What to do

And what not to do,

When I cannot even control my own body,

Nor can I ever hope to,

Till Christ returns.

Hey, Judas

We’ve all sold our Saviour

It was we who hung Him on the cross of Calvary,

With each new sin

We knock the nails in once again,

“There is none righteous,

No, not one.”

We receive thirty silver coins at birth

But return them

As we come to Jesus

And share His cross

And suffering.

Hey, Jude!

A poem from 1985...

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Hey, Judas

Suburban terrorist

You sold your master for thirty silver coins

Hey, Judas

Lowly traitor

Sold the Saviour

Signed His death warrant

Sealed it with a kiss.

Hey, Judas

Siding with Satan

Is so dangerous

Now you hang from a tree

Mourn, Gethsemane.

Hey, Judas

You repented

Gave back the money

Said you never meant it. Too late.