Fake~ Dogg, whoever thought that word would describe you?
Been down for years, now, when they say your name... I say who!
How could you turn your back on me; I ain't gon' lie, that shi* hit my heart
You act like I'm a perfect stranger when I've been in your corner from the start
Wow! FOr real? From middle school til now & you can't even hit me back?
I thought you mighta just got busy & even worse just got slack
Ay, you've made your decision, or like they say you've made your bed
Truth is... I wish you the best, but to me, you are dead
I took it a little too far, that's a really harsh... I didn't even mean that
But you turned out to be a snake in the grass, turned out to be a rat!
It's messing with my head, for real, like I just saw a pretty girl walk by
Who in the world would've thought our friendship turned out to be a lie?
You turned out to be a Judas, a Brutus, a traitor, a hater... a masturbator
You know what... you're playing yourself~ I'm gon' treat you like candy.. don't care if I see you Now or Later!
It pisses me off, you were my homie & now you turn into a Clinton!
Sorry for all the name-calling, but the truth hurts & I'm just ventin...
If I die, don't show up at my funeral crying cause of all the time you missed
I'm so serious dogg... if you do~ you won't even be on the list!!
John Mark Brooks Copyright 2009
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Voyage
I sit alone on a rainy day
Thinking of ways to take the pain away
For my sail is battered, ripped & torn
But it's too late to turn back now~ my journey has just been born
Waves crash against my vessel threatening my life
But I will find my harbor through the pain & the strife
Though the wind may sway me I must stay on course
Failure & I just got a divorce
Sailing through the darkness I desperately search for the light
Yes, it's been a long hard voyage but if the King (GOD) asked me to sail again~ I would gladly take flight! John Mark Brooks Feb. 28, 2009
Thinking of ways to take the pain away
For my sail is battered, ripped & torn
But it's too late to turn back now~ my journey has just been born
Waves crash against my vessel threatening my life
But I will find my harbor through the pain & the strife
Though the wind may sway me I must stay on course
Failure & I just got a divorce
Sailing through the darkness I desperately search for the light
Yes, it's been a long hard voyage but if the King (GOD) asked me to sail again~ I would gladly take flight! John Mark Brooks Feb. 28, 2009
Monday, June 7, 2010
He Speaks to Me
God speaks to me through the wind in the trees
But speaks to me most when I'm down on my knees
His mercy surrounds me; I'm bathed in His grace
Though I know I'm not even worthy to gaze on His face
How many times have I turned my back or His following I've denied?
If I told you I've always walked the narrow road~ it means I have lied
But his body was broken for me, so that my soul could be bathed
He was beaten, spat on, laughed at, then hung, all so that I could be saved!
Should we ever take that lightly or abuse what He did on that cross?
No... but how could we appreciate the peaks if we knew not what it was to be lost?
Even though, now I'm a man, I still know what it means to be a child
I fall short every day, but His blood allowed me to be reconciled!
Careful never to cast stones for I know I find myself in a clear, glass house
That's why I try to listen to Him speaking to me, staying quiet like a church mouse
How does he still speak to me when I treat the King of Kings like He's just a bum?
When the devil says, 'Who wants some candy?' and I yell out please give me some!
Every day the Lord's mercies are new & I am cloaked in radiant white
Every day I try to run from the darkness but every day is one hell of a fight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Sunday June 6, 2010
But speaks to me most when I'm down on my knees
His mercy surrounds me; I'm bathed in His grace
Though I know I'm not even worthy to gaze on His face
How many times have I turned my back or His following I've denied?
If I told you I've always walked the narrow road~ it means I have lied
But his body was broken for me, so that my soul could be bathed
He was beaten, spat on, laughed at, then hung, all so that I could be saved!
Should we ever take that lightly or abuse what He did on that cross?
No... but how could we appreciate the peaks if we knew not what it was to be lost?
Even though, now I'm a man, I still know what it means to be a child
I fall short every day, but His blood allowed me to be reconciled!
Careful never to cast stones for I know I find myself in a clear, glass house
That's why I try to listen to Him speaking to me, staying quiet like a church mouse
How does he still speak to me when I treat the King of Kings like He's just a bum?
When the devil says, 'Who wants some candy?' and I yell out please give me some!
Every day the Lord's mercies are new & I am cloaked in radiant white
Every day I try to run from the darkness but every day is one hell of a fight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Sunday June 6, 2010
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