Some You Can Help
You choose to be your own worst enemy,
When you’re too lost to listen and too blind to see.
Longing to learn what Love’s all about?
But dead set intent on keeping everyone out.
Longing to learn what Love’s ‘sposed to be?
But strangers are an Invasion of Privacy.
With so much damage done,
By someone or somebody.
On Purpose or Unintentionally?
You’re still a long ways away from destiny.
If prison’s a decision, than who holds the key?
Everyone has their untapped potential,
That makes them uniquely something special.
The cause and effect of experience.
Some you can help and some you can’t.
What does it matter to have so much Gold?
When the fact of the matter,
Is you’re just getting old.
There are some things in Life,
That you just can’t buy,
And some things that should never be sold.
Someone right beside you, to have and to hold,
With more than enough Love,
To keep you warm when it’s cold.
Like a fire in the night burning out of control.
Like New and Improved,
Classic Rock and Roll,
That touches your soul, whoa-oh-oh…
Everyone has their untapped potential,
That makes them uniquely something special.
The cause and effect of experience.
Some you can help and some you can’t.
Everyone is someone with something to offer.
Maybe somebody you should be,
Holding open the door for?
A chance meeting may seem like,
Mere Coincidence.
May mean so little to you.
May mean so much to them.
Remember… Anyone and Everyone,
You come across,
Has something or someone,
That they loved… That they lost…
Consider the Source?
All this had to happen because?
Unfortunately,
They have their life to live.
And Thankfully,
You have been Blessed with yours.
Everyone has their untapped potential,
That makes them uniquely something special.
The cause and effect of experience.
Some you can help and some you can’t.
No Longer an Artist
How much do we hurt the ones we Love?
I’ll never forget what I did to my brother.
It started with a foolish, for nothing fight.
Too young to know the difference,
Between wrong and right.
He was an artist and I was a poet.
We hung our artwork on our bedroom walls,
So everyone would know it.
Things that were truly “One of a Kind,”
That you could never again ever possibly find.
I don’t recall who tore the first piece,
Of artwork off the wall.
But that was the day Brother Mik the Artist,
Gave up trying and lost it all.
All those fine works of art that came from his heart,
That would never be seen again.
For me it was a new beginning.
For him it was a terrible end.
He never drew again…
Keep Loving Them
Evil for Good, from the hand of a friend.
When you did the best you could,
To do right by them.
In the heat of the battle,
You’re searching for truth.
Now, how you going to act?
When it happens to you.
Lord… Please don’t hold this sin against them.
Let me not avenge myself by, my own hand.
Forgiveness given freely, Seventy Times Seven.
No matter what they do to me,
Lord… Keep Loving Them…
Lord, Keep on Loving Them…
For the sake of The Gospel, you’ll wear the chains.
You carry the cross. You Trust in His Name.
“Father Forgive Them,
For they know not what they do.”
When you say, “I’m a Christian!”
Can you say that too?
Lord… Please don’t hold this sin against them.
Let me not avenge myself by, my own hand.
Forgiveness given freely, Seventy Times Seven.
No matter what they do to me,
Lord… Keep Loving Them…
Lord, Keep on Loving Them…
Sometimes, you just want to cry.
Can’t understand, the reasons why.
When you don’t know,
What you’re supposed to do.
Let the Love come, Shining Through.
Oh, Lord yea!
Lord… Please don’t hold this sin against them.
Let me not avenge myself by, my own hand.
Forgiveness given freely, Seventy Times Seven.
No matter what they do to me,
Lord… Keep Loving Them…
Lord, Keep on Loving Them…