the donkey’s tale

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all,
while waiting, stood against this wall,
still waiting here come spring, come fall,
just waiting for my Master’s call.

All donkeys wait, all donkeys wait,
our sad eyes look and contemplate,
each face that passes, ’tis our fate,
to see Him – we’ll not hesitate.

 
Each jen and jack, each jen and jack,
to gladly bear Him down the track,
no matter what, to hell and back,
with bridle slack, with bridle slack.

 
I’m just an ass, I’m just an ass,
but all His Glory will amass,
I’ll wait here patient ’till the last,
and all He promised comes to pass.
 

I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all
while waiting, stood against this wall
I’m waiting here come spring, come fall
just waiting for the Master’s call

Unheard

her thin cries too delicate to tend
unheard by those she wants to hear
the words distorted by life’s wind

a yearning that’s never going to end
her heart song reaches no-one’s ear
her thin cries too delicate to tend

how long for broken hearts to mend
the answer is one she cannot hear
the words distorted by life’s wind

that story she can never now amend
is the burden that only she will bear
her thin cries too delicate to tend

she calls out and cannot comprehend
why she’s too weary to even shed a tear
the words distorted by life’s wind

in darkness she’s desperate for a friend
distanced from all whom she held dear
her thin cries too delicate to tend
the words distorted by life’s wind

Tidal

Sea sings aloud a constant song
of rushing gravel all night long.
As waves curl inward to the land
the moon reveals a foaming band
that stretches far along the shore,
then ocean claims it back once more.
Such restless movement, never still,
salt spray upon my window sill,
while in my dreams there comes a day
when surging tides drag me away,
to join for all eternity
those whispered secrets of the sea.

Letting Go

This cold, cold earth
I heard your voice
you kissed my face
then all was gone
without a trace
in cold, cold earth

This hard, hard ground
no need for sight
for those who lie
in this dark night
not to see again
the sun, the light
in hard, hard ground

Yet comes this sound
there is a sigh
like wind in trees
or the faintest cry
of a flock of birds
in a cloudless sky
yet comes this sound

Away I fly