My most powerful and profound, produced song,
From my CD “Familiar Lullabies”
Hidden Reasons
Written by Chris Scott Fieselman
Every minute. Every hour.
Every second of the day.
The world just keeps on turning,
And it’s always been that way.
One event leads to another,
And they’re all so intertwined.
All connected to each other
Like a web of passing time.
Hid… Den… Reasons for it all.
You just don’t understand.
When your backs against the wall.
Things don’t work out like you planned.
Hidden Reasons you can’t see,
But when all is said and done.
You’ll know why things had to be,
Hidden Reasons. Hidden Reasons.
We’re… Like… Puppets on a string.
We can’t see the master’s hand.
But he’s controlling everything,
And the worlds at his command.
Sometimes we want to give in,
Like a ship that’s lost at sea.
We’re like cattle being driven,
Ever towards eternity.
Hid… Den… Reasons for it all.
You just don’t understand.
When your backs against the wall.
Things don’t work out like you planned.
Hidden Reasons you can’t see,
But when all is said and done.
You’ll know why things had to be,
Hidden Reasons. Hidden Reasons.
We can’t see the good in bad.
We don’t understand just why.
We should be grateful and be glad,
But we just hang our heads and cry.
When the final page is turned,
And things have all worked out.
You’d think by then we’d learn,
What Life is all about?
What Life is all about…
Hid… Den… Reasons for it all.
You just don’t understand.
When your backs against the wall.
Things don’t work out like you planned.
Hidden Reasons you can’t see,
But when all is said and done.
You’ll know why things had to be,
Hidden Reasons… Hid… Den… Reasons…
The Hidden Reasons…
Hidden Reasons…
My most powerful and thought provoking, Christian poem.
From my book: “Lessons Learned from Wisdom’s Words”
Die For Christ?
Written by Chris Scott Fieselman
Somewhere… Not America, where Christianity,
Costs a whole lot more than mediocrity belief.
The dangers of professing,
You’re a Follower of Christ,
Could end you up in prison,
Loss of property or your Life.
It’s there where True Believers,
Meet in secrecy to share,
Their faith through praise and worship,
Teaching, fellowship and prayer.
Hoping no-one knows,
What’s going on behind closed doors?
In such a situation,
You have got to Love the Lord.
I can’t forget the night that I would never be the same,
Because I chose to stand and die, and not deny his name.
I thought about not going,
Something troubling me inside.
But I felt the spirit urging me,
And it could not be denied.
Rumors of armed men attacking,
Christians in the street,
With no remorse or pity for,
The victims that they beat.
Our little flock had gathered,
Specifically to pray,
For God’s Hand of Protection,
And his help along the way.
We didn’t see it coming,
They came storming through the door.
Wolves with sub-machine guns,
And black ski masks that they wore.
No-one said a word as moments slowly ticked away,
Waiting for the predator to move against the prey.
“You say that you are Christian,
And believe in the after-life.
Well how many of you are really ready?
To Die for Christ tonight?
You’re free to leave right now,
And live to see another day,
Or prepare to meet your maker,
If you decide to stay.”
“Father please forgive them,
For they know not what they do.”
Ten of us remained,
Where there once stood twenty-two.
I knew I did the right thing, by deciding not to leave.
By staying I was saying, “I will live what I believe.”
What happened next was un-expected,
When he turned and locked the door.
They put down their guns,
They took off their masks,
And said “Now, Let’s Praise the Lord!”