HOME

Home is where I call it when there is no other place to be

Home is where I call it when you it’s the right place to be

Home no matter how far always near will be

Cos you’ll know when you’re there, that home is here

No place like Home is what they say

To that I won’t say nay

To dry the sweat and wipe the stress

To wash the feet and eat the feed

To dream the Hopes and share the Jokes

To feel the touch of Home again

Is more than enough for me to gain

To erase the thoughts of yesterday,

The threats and taunts as well to say

So when am far away, Ill pray the Lord our Homes to Lord.

THE PRICE

This is the price I have to pay

Since my debt is there to payTo know that all I have is today To pay the price for the mistakes of yesterday

Locked in a dungeon beyond the sea 

Far beyond the horizon anyone can see Haunted by the cries and yells of my unheard plea

Laughter like a dream that will never come true 

Cos it’s hard to see the dark night through A feeling of disgust down in my guts 

If ever I am loosed from these chains If I am ever loosed from this yoke of pain 

And allowed to walk on the road of gain 

Then the Price ill have to pay will have to start from today 

With these words I pray, give me a chance and I may 

But Oh! I see the light Slowly disappears the night

And away goes my fear and fright He paid the price

Can’t u see? He paid the price

Broke the chains and gave me a garment of praise 

Unleashed the shackles and filled my life with miracles 

Gave me a smile and walked with me a thousand miles

The price I had to pay, I see now on a hill far away 

Nailed to a cross, an old rugged cross 

And now the blood he shared for me? 

Speaks a lot for me Gives my bleeding heart a place of peace 

Surrounds my sinful mind with mercy and grace

Now all I can do is call on His name 

The name that keeps me safe 

The name Jesus. 

See now where he used to lay, 

And you'll agree without delay, 

That the price that was there to pay, 

He paid on crucifixion day.

NIGHTMARES

As frightening as maybe

Yet something we all see

In the deep wells of our thoughts

In the most hidden part of our souls

Lives a nightmares not from our sleep

But rather from our lives

We live as though in a nightmare

As the mistakes we made, come back to take revenge

And the wrongs we did, say in a frightening way

‘am catching up with you’

And all we can do is wish we could make them right.

Yet all we can do is stare and watch

As we are destroyed by the nightmares of yesterdays sins

Oh! How we wish life was something we could live all over again

So we wouldn’t have to be afraid of tomorrow

So we could live our lives as free as birds

So we can look forward to the future with hope and expectation

And not be afraid to make mistakes

After all we live in a world full of mistakes

Even the book of the past, Present and future tell it all

Let’s pray then to the one who sits upon the circles of the earth

And see all its imperfections of this world

So our nightmares may not be so scary.

MUSIC OF OUR LIVES

The music of our lives ,and

The Harmony of our smiles

The rhythms of our every breath and

The melody of our hearts

Will combine and give you the warmth that comes with the light in our eyes.

With every ‘hello’ we say

And every ‘thank you’ replied

With every wave we give and every prayer we say

With every kiss and every hug we give

We heal the wounds, heart aches and the sorrows

We calm the storms and have taken on the battles of life

As we move hand in hand, shoulder by shoulder and step by step

We share the joys and the sorrows, laughter and tears

We play a tune like no other

Like the coordination of notes, instruments and voices,

Our lives and every deed we make, come together to form the most beautiful piece ever

We make music that makes the sorrow, pain and troubles wanna take a hike.

You have got to get up from here

Aint you stayed here for too long,

Aint you cried enough…waited in patience, in and out breath by breath

Looking upward beyond the spheres of where you lay

You have got to get up from here

From the shackles of knuckles and fists that bound you here

You have got to get up from here

Up from the ditches and slums of torture where you are tied down

For nights and midnights on days of days when you stayed here

On the cold hard floor of fate and deception and cruelty of the people who put you here

Get on up outta here

This place of taunts and yells of pleas you’ve cried for time and time on end.

Don’t you feel it’s cold paws and awful sting of betrayal that though it embraces you it pushes you deeper into this abyss of sorrow

And it stares back at you with eyes that pierce the soul and tears you to bits in the inside

As your body groans and moans for the warm and sweet touches of a spirit free from here

From now, from you, from all that is here…..in this place

Watch me stagger up, crawl up outta this place

Watch me stand to my feet ….on my own two feet

Watch me stand for once on my own

Watch me sing and dance and flow in my own spirit…in my own body

Not yours….this time, my own self….not yours