What will it be like on the day that You come.
Will I be sitting, twiddling my thumbs.
Will the Heavens open up with a loud clamp of thunder.
Will I stand there in awe, speechless full of wonder.
Will I see You from where ever I am,
even if I have my head in the sand.
O' what a Glorious day that will be,
the whole earth bowing down on their knees.
All eyes looking up, and seeing You return,
all tongues in harmony, "It's the King, He's returned"
What will it be like on the day that You come.
Will I be sitting, twiddling my thumbs.
Will I be at work, proclaiming Your Name.
Will I be one that's given a new name.
Will I have continued to striving for the finish,
of this great race, to help You save the many.
O' what a Glorious day that will be,
the whole earth bowing down on their knees.
All eyes looking up, and seeing You return,
all tongues in harmony, "It's the King, He's returned"
Come Lord Jesus.
Richard.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Wedding Day
Once a young couple, dreamed of their "I do" day.
That day has come. That day is here.
Thru the pain of prepariton, the tears of bringing it all together.
A community has stood up, and gathered around.
A community calls out, a welcoming embrace.
Offering love, understanding, mercy, and Grace.
Welcoming you in, cheering you on.
Offering hope for the future, a chance to grow strong.
When you remember this day, of all that's happened.
When it brings the tears of joy, the laughter of sweet memories.
You'll speak of the day, of the new beginning, of the Glory revealed.
That day has come. That day is here.
That day has come. That day is here.
Thru the pain of prepariton, the tears of bringing it all together.
A community has stood up, and gathered around.
A community calls out, a welcoming embrace.
Offering love, understanding, mercy, and Grace.
Welcoming you in, cheering you on.
Offering hope for the future, a chance to grow strong.
When you remember this day, of all that's happened.
When it brings the tears of joy, the laughter of sweet memories.
You'll speak of the day, of the new beginning, of the Glory revealed.
That day has come. That day is here.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Why not Me?
Why not me? For who am I?
That I'd be immune from getting sand in my eye.
That pain, and sorrow, grief and regret,
loss and betrayal I would never have meet.
Am I so special that it shouldn't hurt.
That I would never fall down, landing face first in the dirt.
That I am exempt from the hurt on this place called earth.
It is a fallen world, you know, it's not paradise.
There are lots of mean people here,
They bring damage to one's life.
There's lots of confusion, there's hatred and strife.
It's not a safe place here, not safe at all.
It's not a safe place here, not since the fall.
So, why not me? Am I someone special?
That I could exist here, and never meet the devil.
That I could live in peace and great harmony.
And, not get wounded, not even my knee?
That something bad wouldn't happen to me?
So why then do I cry out so loudly: "Lord why? Why me?"
You sent Your Son, He hung on a tree.
They beat Him, they mocked Him, they kicked Him around.
And, I'm here thinking, I'm better somehow.
That somehow I'm better than the one You Crowned.
That I shouldn't suffer, no pain and no strife.
When they whipped You so bad it almost took you life.
But, that didn't stop them, they didn't even balk.
Richard.
That I'd be immune from getting sand in my eye.
That pain, and sorrow, grief and regret,
loss and betrayal I would never have meet.
Am I so special that it shouldn't hurt.
That I would never fall down, landing face first in the dirt.
That I am exempt from the hurt on this place called earth.
It is a fallen world, you know, it's not paradise.
There are lots of mean people here,
They bring damage to one's life.
There's lots of confusion, there's hatred and strife.
It's not a safe place here, not safe at all.
It's not a safe place here, not since the fall.
So, why not me? Am I someone special?
That I could exist here, and never meet the devil.
That I could live in peace and great harmony.
And, not get wounded, not even my knee?
That something bad wouldn't happen to me?
So why then do I cry out so loudly: "Lord why? Why me?"
You sent Your Son, He hung on a tree.
They beat Him, they mocked Him, they kicked Him around.
And, I'm here thinking, I'm better somehow.
That somehow I'm better than the one You Crowned.
That I shouldn't suffer, no pain and no strife.
When they whipped You so bad it almost took you life.
But, that didn't stop them, they didn't even balk.
They marched you out of town, to hang on a cross.
If they could do that to You, the King of Glory.
Then I have to ask: "Why not this little boy?"Richard.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Motive.
Is it just enough to know You?
To know how much You care.
Or do I want to be like You,
to save my ass from hell.
If there weren't any promises.
Nothing else waiting out there.
Would I just want to know you.
Or just save my ass from hell.
Is my desire to be intimate.
To know You and be known.
Does it come from curiosity.
Or am I serving my own throne.
I ask these questions honestly.
From a deep, deep need to know.
Do I just want You for who You are.
Or am I serving my own throne.
Is it just enough to know You?
To know how much You care.
Or do I want to be like You,
to save my ass from hell.
If there weren't any promises.
Nothing else waiting out there.
Would I just want to know you.
Or just save my ass from hell.
Richard.
To know how much You care.
Or do I want to be like You,
to save my ass from hell.
If there weren't any promises.
Nothing else waiting out there.
Would I just want to know you.
Or just save my ass from hell.
Is my desire to be intimate.
To know You and be known.
Does it come from curiosity.
Or am I serving my own throne.
I ask these questions honestly.
From a deep, deep need to know.
Do I just want You for who You are.
Or am I serving my own throne.
Is it just enough to know You?
To know how much You care.
Or do I want to be like You,
to save my ass from hell.
If there weren't any promises.
Nothing else waiting out there.
Would I just want to know you.
Or just save my ass from hell.
Richard.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Longing for touch
The longing for touch is driving me insane.
To be held, to be cuddled, will never be the same.
All is tainted now, since what happened in the past.
All that suspicion lying at the bottom, clouding all of that.
It's not sex that I'm after, it's all that I know.
That's all they were after, so many years ago.
I'm longing for something that I've never had.
A loving embrace, a cuddle, a hug, to sit on your lap.
Many are trying, trying to give me just that.
But, like I said before, I remember that past.
It's that past that haunts me, and is holding me back.
Each time someone touches, an alarm does sound.
I know what you want, the word has gotten around.
Your after my body, it's not me that you want.
I fall helpless before you, I don't know how to stop.
It's not you I'm afraid of, not anymore.
The you has changed faces so much, it's not you anymore.
It's my lack of ability to slam shut the door.
I don't know how to stop you, if you ever get started.
I already know what you really wanted.
So, take it, use it, then throw it back.
It's been used so many times before its nothing but trash.
It just the place I'm living, it no big deal.
I'll just stay in this loneliness, suspicious, with fear.
I'll just sit here remembering all those times before.
When I was just nothing, just everybodies whore.
Richard.
To be held, to be cuddled, will never be the same.
All is tainted now, since what happened in the past.
All that suspicion lying at the bottom, clouding all of that.
It's not sex that I'm after, it's all that I know.
That's all they were after, so many years ago.
I'm longing for something that I've never had.
A loving embrace, a cuddle, a hug, to sit on your lap.
Many are trying, trying to give me just that.
But, like I said before, I remember that past.
It's that past that haunts me, and is holding me back.
Each time someone touches, an alarm does sound.
I know what you want, the word has gotten around.
Your after my body, it's not me that you want.
I fall helpless before you, I don't know how to stop.
It's not you I'm afraid of, not anymore.
The you has changed faces so much, it's not you anymore.
It's my lack of ability to slam shut the door.
I don't know how to stop you, if you ever get started.
I already know what you really wanted.
So, take it, use it, then throw it back.
It's been used so many times before its nothing but trash.
It just the place I'm living, it no big deal.
I'll just stay in this loneliness, suspicious, with fear.
I'll just sit here remembering all those times before.
When I was just nothing, just everybodies whore.
Richard.
My world
As I sit writhing in pain.
Body twisted and damaged.
Years of abuse have taken their toll.
Damaged goods, just worn out.
So here I simply shout out.
Crying doesn't comfort.
Praying for death, but it doesn't come.
The worst of the pain is yet to come.
This is the physical world.
The one that I know.
Can't sleep, it hurts so.
Can't sit for long, walking's a joke.
Here let me light up another smoke.
This is the world that I know so dear.
Pain, Pain, Year after year.
Richard.
Body twisted and damaged.
Years of abuse have taken their toll.
Damaged goods, just worn out.
So here I simply shout out.
Crying doesn't comfort.
Praying for death, but it doesn't come.
The worst of the pain is yet to come.
This is the physical world.
The one that I know.
Can't sleep, it hurts so.
Can't sit for long, walking's a joke.
Here let me light up another smoke.
This is the world that I know so dear.
Pain, Pain, Year after year.
Richard.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Eyes on AIDS
This past weekend I was privileged to be a part of the first annual "Eyes on AIDS" benefit 5k run/walk for the Lubabalo Project which supports the orphans affect/infected with AIDS in the Transkei region of South Africa. This is a local effort in response to God's calling and leading.
I was blown away at the response of the community. We had around 100 pre-registration, and I was expected (silly me) a 100 or so runners/walkers to pass by. What happen was phenomenal, 200 plus came storming passed. All to benefit the orphans of the Transkei region. There were other activities, a pancake breakfast, face painting, kid run, moon-walk. All of which were attended beyond any expectation of mine.
All I can say is WOW! I Love to Watch God work!!!!!!!!!!
The following video was part of the programming for the Sunday Service which followed the run/walk the next day. Watch the entire Service at www.meaningfulchurch.com. 10-07-07.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtT5S4y1vOg
Thanks,
Richard.
I was blown away at the response of the community. We had around 100 pre-registration, and I was expected (silly me) a 100 or so runners/walkers to pass by. What happen was phenomenal, 200 plus came storming passed. All to benefit the orphans of the Transkei region. There were other activities, a pancake breakfast, face painting, kid run, moon-walk. All of which were attended beyond any expectation of mine.
All I can say is WOW! I Love to Watch God work!!!!!!!!!!
The following video was part of the programming for the Sunday Service which followed the run/walk the next day. Watch the entire Service at www.meaningfulchurch.com. 10-07-07.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtT5S4y1vOg
Thanks,
Richard.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Muse of the Abused
In one act of violence, my spirit was trapped.
The enemy thought he won, but he kept coming back.
Time after time, the offense was repeated.
Each time, I simply retreated.
Farther and farther into the shell.
Farther and farther into a living hell.
The tables turned, it was my shame that haunted.
Ashamed of what happened, of what you'd think.
I didn't want anyone to see my real face.
So in into the shell, the more I huddled.
Inside the shell, I did struggle.
Never peeking out, always hiding.
Until one day I felt Your prodding.
Every so gentle You came calling.
With Your patience and kindness.
You knew what I needed.
And, little by little You showed me the way.
Out into a life, I where I don't know the way.
So here I stand knowing, knowing just one thing.
That You are my Savior and You know the way.
The Way Everlasting, the only way home.
The Way You are taking me, taking me home.
Richard.
The enemy thought he won, but he kept coming back.
Time after time, the offense was repeated.
Each time, I simply retreated.
Farther and farther into the shell.
Farther and farther into a living hell.
The tables turned, it was my shame that haunted.
Ashamed of what happened, of what you'd think.
I didn't want anyone to see my real face.
So in into the shell, the more I huddled.
Inside the shell, I did struggle.
Never peeking out, always hiding.
Until one day I felt Your prodding.
Every so gentle You came calling.
With Your patience and kindness.
You knew what I needed.
And, little by little You showed me the way.
Out into a life, I where I don't know the way.
So here I stand knowing, knowing just one thing.
That You are my Savior and You know the way.
The Way Everlasting, the only way home.
The Way You are taking me, taking me home.
Richard.
Inspired
Inspired, because of Your Love for me.
Inspired, because You came to me.
Inspired, by Your Mercy and Grace.
Inspired, I can face another day.
Inspired, by the beauty You set forth.
Inspired, by Your Strength and Support.
Inspired, as You lead me on.
Inspired, by the brightness of dawn.
Inspired, cause You hung on a tree.
Inspired, to love You, cause You first loved me.
Inspired, I'll continue to muse.
Inspired, I give all credit to You.
Inspired, to continue on.
Inspired, someone make this a song.
Richard.
Inspired, because You came to me.
Inspired, by Your Mercy and Grace.
Inspired, I can face another day.
Inspired, by the beauty You set forth.
Inspired, by Your Strength and Support.
Inspired, as You lead me on.
Inspired, by the brightness of dawn.
Inspired, cause You hung on a tree.
Inspired, to love You, cause You first loved me.
Inspired, I'll continue to muse.
Inspired, I give all credit to You.
Inspired, to continue on.
Inspired, someone make this a song.
Richard.
The Meaning of LIfe!
Are you confused? Haven't made sense of your existence, yet? Can't explain the futility of life? You're born, you live, you work, you die. You come into this world with nothing and you leave with nothing. Very few men are remembered for very long. And to top it all off, you're only here for a very brief period of time. Not even a speck on the timeline of forever. So what's the deal? Why?
After months of thinking about these questions, it has become quite clear to me.
I/we were created for His good pleasure, plain and simple. It's not about us. He created us to be in relationship with Him. Our purpose in this life is to serve in praise and worship the Creator of all, the Ancient of Days, the Lord of Earth and Heaven.
I'm not claiming to understand what that means exactly. I know I fail miserably. I also know that with a willing, humble heart, I will lean solely and heavily on Him to lead me to my created purpose.
Richard.
After months of thinking about these questions, it has become quite clear to me.
I/we were created for His good pleasure, plain and simple. It's not about us. He created us to be in relationship with Him. Our purpose in this life is to serve in praise and worship the Creator of all, the Ancient of Days, the Lord of Earth and Heaven.
I'm not claiming to understand what that means exactly. I know I fail miserably. I also know that with a willing, humble heart, I will lean solely and heavily on Him to lead me to my created purpose.
Richard.
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