Can't Tell You WHY

I can't tell you why we have to lose love
or why a gentle carress turns into a shove

I can't tell you why it is innocent blood spills
Or why so many people have to go without meals

I can't tell you why this life is so hard
Why sometimes I owuld love my hand... if I had just that one card!

I can't tell you why we struggle so to find out way
When we would find our purpose if we would just hit our knees to pray!

I can't tell you why some people never seem to catch a break
But I do know God wants to give them an ocean & not a hopeless lake

I can't tell you why we are so focused on money, women & fame
To think any can bring joy and peace~ is to search & just find lame

I can't tell you why guilty men still are able to walk free
But if he would just open his eyes~ he would learn how to see

I can't tell you why I'm still alive and not 6-feet under the dirt
After the destruction I've left in my wake & all the people I've hurt

I can't tell you why he's only 3 and find his self fighting cancer with a bald head
And why he's 40 and perfectly healthy, but still finds his self wanting to be dead

What I can tell you is that NO MATTER WHAT God is always faithful & GREAT
But I can't tell you why this mean cruel world seems to carry so much weight!!

John Mark Brooks Copyright July 14, 2010 8:06 p.m.

I'm On My Way

Little boy waiting on the porch with tears in his eyes

His Mom's called a million times just to hear his Daddy's lies

Still their son hoped he would hear his Daddy say~ I'm on my way

Don't give up my son, I'll be there in a bit

Yes, it's a long road, but it will be worth the trip

She is 89 & no memory remains of much

But they were married 60-plus & she can not forget his touch

The doctor tells the family there's not much we can do

And they start to cry, but it's like she already knew

& I heard her say...

Don't give up my love, I'll be there in a bit

It's been a long road, but you make it worth the trip

With so much hurt and despair in this world we've living in

So many wars, so much death and so much sin... I can hear Him say

I'm on my way~ don't give up my son I'll be there in a bit

It's been a long ride, but it's certainly been worth the trip

AMAZED

I stand here fully amazed
That You were broken, so that I could saved!!

Amazing is Your grace so many times we have sung
Without Your blood death was bound to have stung

Amazed & humbled~ how could You become a Man?
The Creator, the Master the CEO... the Architect of THE Master plan

Unheard of, yes, but in the warmth of Your love, I stand in awe
You gave Your life for me, but still I ignore Your plan for me & my call

I am nothing but a blade of grass, but You love me like I'm the whole lawn
When compared to Your Creation.. I would think I would be as exciting as a yawn!

AMAZED... yes, amazed~ no words could ever do the job or suffice
To speak of Your love, Your mercy, Your grace & of Your dear sacrifice!

Like standing at the foot of a mountain & feeling so minute and small
You saw me deny You, spit in Your face & STILL You went through with it all!

They kicked You, punched You, lashed You with glass, bone on a whip
They laughed at You, mocked You, bloodied the King's head & His lip!

How can I not be amazed that You would reconcile us to You after all we had done
Not only that, but for doing it ALL in ONE simple/AMAZING act~ sacrificing Your Son!

If chasing anything other than You is just a chasing after the wind
Then I am amazed I could think ANYTHING else could bring me happiness no matter how hard I try to pretend!

Many people still doubt You... & one day how they are going to be amazed
When You say depart me, I never knew You, it's too late to be saved!!

Copyright John Mark Brooks July 11, 2010 (3:53 a.m. poem started at 3:40 a.m.)