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.)

THROUGH

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

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

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

MissinG You

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

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

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