I'm missing you like more the beach has grains of sand
I'm missing you like how, at times, I miss God's plan
I'm missing you more than drops of water in a lake
I'm missing you~ I don't know how much more I can take
I'm missing you like Mickey would miss Minnie
And I've been missing food~ that's how I got so skinny
I'm missing you like the desert would miss its sand
I'm missing you~ and I miss being your man
I'm missing you like a duck would miss its bill
I'm missing you maybe I should call you a meal
I'm missing you like Ginger would miss Astaire
I'm missing sleep~ or do I just wish you were there?
I'm missing you like Buckner missed the ball
I'm missing you like I wish Earnhardt missed the wall
I'm missing you like a grave would miss its name
I'm missing you like a star would miss his fame
I'm missing you like Bonnie would miss Clyde
I'm missing you like humility misses pride
I'm missing you like I bet Lincoln wishes he missed that play
I'm missing you like a horse would miss his hay
I'm missing you like I'm glad Jesus didn't miss the cross
And if you're missing peace.. maybe you're missed Him & you're lost!
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T V W X Y Z
Copyright John Mark Brooks Sunday April 25, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Done with the Fight
I've returned to camp with my sword in my sheath
Turns out victory today was just out of my reach
With blood on my arms & sweat dripping from my brow
I've survived this bloody battle though I do not know how
The arrows flew through the air & they were unrelenting
I doubted I would return, but my God was consenting
A warrior must simply know when to return to camp
But there are will be another battle when I return as champ!
With faith as my shield, I trudge toward my enemy with all my might
For the cross is my lantern & guides my way through the night
Words of hope out of letters by the camp-fire of a love from yesterday
Asking the Lord would reunite us after this war~ for this I shall pray
A soldier does not dare fight unless he's willing to give his very life
As we know, to the victor go the spoils, so he pays no mind to the strife
Though a thousand fall on each side, he knows who it is for whom he will fight
Her face is etched in his memory & he believes victory's within his sight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks April 25, 2010
Turns out victory today was just out of my reach
With blood on my arms & sweat dripping from my brow
I've survived this bloody battle though I do not know how
The arrows flew through the air & they were unrelenting
I doubted I would return, but my God was consenting
A warrior must simply know when to return to camp
But there are will be another battle when I return as champ!
With faith as my shield, I trudge toward my enemy with all my might
For the cross is my lantern & guides my way through the night
Words of hope out of letters by the camp-fire of a love from yesterday
Asking the Lord would reunite us after this war~ for this I shall pray
A soldier does not dare fight unless he's willing to give his very life
As we know, to the victor go the spoils, so he pays no mind to the strife
Though a thousand fall on each side, he knows who it is for whom he will fight
Her face is etched in his memory & he believes victory's within his sight!
Copyright John Mark Brooks April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
As You Leave
Wish I could erase this pain just as easily as I shut my eyes
Why is it the truth is so much harder to accept than lies?
My heart is broken~ I mean I feel so hopeless
Our time together was magical... like hocus pocus
The way your eyes twinkled is something I've never seen
Roarin rapids are my life~ how I long for them to be serene
This is what you chose, so don't you dare blame fate
I sat on the bench so long because you asked me to wait
And now I watch you walk away & there's nothing I can do
Except bury my hands in my face as my eyes cry out how much I love you
Hurt is what I've grown used to feeling; I am comfortably numb
Truth is I don't know what happened to us or who you have become
Our time was a beautiful flight, but I didn't know it would burst into a flame
You let forever slip through your fingers & man that is a shame!
So, as you walk away, I can only think of what might've been
There go my unborn children, my heart & my best friend! :o(
JM Friday April 16, 2010
Why is it the truth is so much harder to accept than lies?
My heart is broken~ I mean I feel so hopeless
Our time together was magical... like hocus pocus
The way your eyes twinkled is something I've never seen
Roarin rapids are my life~ how I long for them to be serene
This is what you chose, so don't you dare blame fate
I sat on the bench so long because you asked me to wait
And now I watch you walk away & there's nothing I can do
Except bury my hands in my face as my eyes cry out how much I love you
Hurt is what I've grown used to feeling; I am comfortably numb
Truth is I don't know what happened to us or who you have become
Our time was a beautiful flight, but I didn't know it would burst into a flame
You let forever slip through your fingers & man that is a shame!
So, as you walk away, I can only think of what might've been
There go my unborn children, my heart & my best friend! :o(
JM Friday April 16, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Man in the Yard
The man will stop raking or pulling his weeds
Will stop whatever he's doing & wave because he knows that's what you may need
Although, he may take a quick break & flash that warm smile
He may briefly stop what he's doing, but soon he'll have a pile
The man in the yard can be seen riding around town in his van
Or lending a hand at Christian Ministries because he's a good man
He may not have said much, so when he spoke, his words weighed a ton
He could kid with the best of them & always knew how to have fun
With his wife rocking alongside him, he was as happy as could be
He was a grandfather, a husband, a father or neighbor & friend like he was to me
Yes, we'll miss that man in the yard, but one day he'll be the man at the gate
Greeting us on the streets of gold & for that day we can not wait
God will have a family reunion in a land where no one grows old
Watching the man in the yard live was a blessing and a memory I'll always hold!!
Dedicated to my neighbor Sam Huss~ we love you!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Will stop whatever he's doing & wave because he knows that's what you may need
Although, he may take a quick break & flash that warm smile
He may briefly stop what he's doing, but soon he'll have a pile
The man in the yard can be seen riding around town in his van
Or lending a hand at Christian Ministries because he's a good man
He may not have said much, so when he spoke, his words weighed a ton
He could kid with the best of them & always knew how to have fun
With his wife rocking alongside him, he was as happy as could be
He was a grandfather, a husband, a father or neighbor & friend like he was to me
Yes, we'll miss that man in the yard, but one day he'll be the man at the gate
Greeting us on the streets of gold & for that day we can not wait
God will have a family reunion in a land where no one grows old
Watching the man in the yard live was a blessing and a memory I'll always hold!!
Dedicated to my neighbor Sam Huss~ we love you!!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
The Music Box
Hoping this isn't our last dance, after all the music is still playing
My heart is the music box, can you hear what the notes are saying?
Holding you in my arms comes natural just like shadows always follow
Hoping you can hear the sweet chorus & these words that are not hollow
Neither one of us meant to fall, but that didn't stop us from falling head over heels
And though this dance is far from graceful, it's full of passion, love & thrills
The music box plays a soothing sound~ one you're not used to hearing
And I know neither 1 of us knows the exact time, but I hope our time is nearing
Frustration & fear grasp your heart, but the music box melts away your pain
The notes leap like my hopes when you open me, I love to be your cane
For I hope to steady you when you sway & catch you before you fall
Lean on me my friend, I'll gladly be here right beside you through it all
How can you explain how God formed the planets & how your heart found mine
It's true I've fallen into a burning Ring of Fire & I love how for you I Walk the Line
The music box is filled gratitude, after all each time you open it it tends to smile
In the same way when your lips touch mine, all this frustration seems worth while
Who knows when the song will slow to a crawl & then play its final note
All I know is as long my Princess is in the castle, I'm going to be her moat
Many songs will spill out of the box, but this one celebrates when you begun life
No songs will be as sweet to your ear than the one playing when you're my wife!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
My heart is the music box, can you hear what the notes are saying?
Holding you in my arms comes natural just like shadows always follow
Hoping you can hear the sweet chorus & these words that are not hollow
Neither one of us meant to fall, but that didn't stop us from falling head over heels
And though this dance is far from graceful, it's full of passion, love & thrills
The music box plays a soothing sound~ one you're not used to hearing
And I know neither 1 of us knows the exact time, but I hope our time is nearing
Frustration & fear grasp your heart, but the music box melts away your pain
The notes leap like my hopes when you open me, I love to be your cane
For I hope to steady you when you sway & catch you before you fall
Lean on me my friend, I'll gladly be here right beside you through it all
How can you explain how God formed the planets & how your heart found mine
It's true I've fallen into a burning Ring of Fire & I love how for you I Walk the Line
The music box is filled gratitude, after all each time you open it it tends to smile
In the same way when your lips touch mine, all this frustration seems worth while
Who knows when the song will slow to a crawl & then play its final note
All I know is as long my Princess is in the castle, I'm going to be her moat
Many songs will spill out of the box, but this one celebrates when you begun life
No songs will be as sweet to your ear than the one playing when you're my wife!
Copyright John Mark Brooks
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Let It Read
Hoping things go my way, but if not I tried
At least I've been born-again after I died
Emotions float through me like they're hope
Like a dilapidated shack, I've learned to cope
Weathered the storms, the wind & the rain
Survived the hurt, regret & the pain
Still I sit at the table, hoping my next one will be a better hand
I've made some amazing discoveries like when Columbus first saw land
Like trust Jesus, family & a few close friends
No matter how far you may run... His arm still extends
And people ain't always who they claim to be
Just cause the shackles are off your hands, that doesn't make you free
Finally, people are like birds... they really just want to fly
But many truly don't spread their wings until they die
Speaking of death, it hurts so damn bad when it's unexpected
Made a promise my circle will never again be neglected
Resurrected... no longer dead, my heart is alive & my eyes see
Ain't worried about what people say, I'm just gonna be me
They walk around wearing masks like it's some sort of Masquerade
But please don't show me love when I blow up like a grenade
Or a balloon~ she inflates me... how can she love me so much?
Her fingers should be called a saloon the way I drink up her every touch
When I die, let many things be said, but please don't say I didn't live
Let my epitaph read, here lies the body of a man who laughed, loved, cried, smiled, who was forgiven & knew how to forgive.
Copyright John Mark Brooks Oct. 20, 2009
At least I've been born-again after I died
Emotions float through me like they're hope
Like a dilapidated shack, I've learned to cope
Weathered the storms, the wind & the rain
Survived the hurt, regret & the pain
Still I sit at the table, hoping my next one will be a better hand
I've made some amazing discoveries like when Columbus first saw land
Like trust Jesus, family & a few close friends
No matter how far you may run... His arm still extends
And people ain't always who they claim to be
Just cause the shackles are off your hands, that doesn't make you free
Finally, people are like birds... they really just want to fly
But many truly don't spread their wings until they die
Speaking of death, it hurts so damn bad when it's unexpected
Made a promise my circle will never again be neglected
Resurrected... no longer dead, my heart is alive & my eyes see
Ain't worried about what people say, I'm just gonna be me
They walk around wearing masks like it's some sort of Masquerade
But please don't show me love when I blow up like a grenade
Or a balloon~ she inflates me... how can she love me so much?
Her fingers should be called a saloon the way I drink up her every touch
When I die, let many things be said, but please don't say I didn't live
Let my epitaph read, here lies the body of a man who laughed, loved, cried, smiled, who was forgiven & knew how to forgive.
Copyright John Mark Brooks Oct. 20, 2009
If You Are
If You are God... how could I ever doubt You?
If You are the Lord... how could I live without You?
If You are the King of Kings... how could I exalt other things?
If You are truly the Messiah... how could I anything higher?
If You are the beginning & the end... how are you not my best friend?
If You are my strong tower... how could I not give you ALL the power?
If You are my deliverer... how could I draw other things nearer?
If You are my Heavenly Father... why with other things would I bother?
If You are the only source of peace... how could I give the devil a crease?
If You are more naturing than a mother... how could I give my love to another?
If You are a lamp unto my feet... why does it seem I always get beat?
If You are really the Creator... why not seek you sooner instead of later?
If You catch every single one of my tears... why am I held captive by these fears?
If You are my comfort in the midst of the rain... why do I still feel all this pain?
If You are exalted in the Heavens on high... why do I believe satan's lie?
If You on the cross wiped away all of my sin... why do I dwell on ALL the places I never should've been?
Copyright John Mark Brooks Nov. 4, 2009
You are ALL these things & more...
If You are the Lord... how could I live without You?
If You are the King of Kings... how could I exalt other things?
If You are truly the Messiah... how could I anything higher?
If You are the beginning & the end... how are you not my best friend?
If You are my strong tower... how could I not give you ALL the power?
If You are my deliverer... how could I draw other things nearer?
If You are my Heavenly Father... why with other things would I bother?
If You are the only source of peace... how could I give the devil a crease?
If You are more naturing than a mother... how could I give my love to another?
If You are a lamp unto my feet... why does it seem I always get beat?
If You are really the Creator... why not seek you sooner instead of later?
If You catch every single one of my tears... why am I held captive by these fears?
If You are my comfort in the midst of the rain... why do I still feel all this pain?
If You are exalted in the Heavens on high... why do I believe satan's lie?
If You on the cross wiped away all of my sin... why do I dwell on ALL the places I never should've been?
Copyright John Mark Brooks Nov. 4, 2009
You are ALL these things & more...
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