Be a Sheep

What does it mean to be a sheep.
Why would our Lord use that reference.

What did He know, was He trying to show,
this is the way that He sees us.


It's funny you see, I firmly believe.
There's very little difference
between a sheep and me.

Richard.

I am a Sailboat

I'm a sailboat, can't you see.
Designed very extravagantly.
Crafted to bring, just pleasure to One.
I'm a sailboat, let's have some fun.

My anchor's been raised.
I'm off, on my way.
Wherever it is,
You take me today.

I'm a sailboat can't you see.
Design with a purpose,
Crafted to be,
whatever it is,
He desires of me.
I'm a sailboat, made to run.
I'm a sailboat, let's have some fun.

My sail has been raised,
I'm ready to go.
In whichever direction,
Your Spirit wind blows.

I'm a sailboat, can't you see.
Design for rough water.
Crafted to be,
strong enough,
to weather bad seas.

I'm a sailboat, made to bring pleasure.
I'm a sailboat, no matter the weather.
I'm a sailboat, made to run.
I'm a sailboat, let's have some fun.

Your Hand's on my rudder,
I'm in Your control,
You're taking me,
where You want to go.

I'm Your sailboat, made by Your hands.
I'm Your sailboat, I'm glad I am.
I'm a sailboat, can't you see.
I'm a sailboat, its fun to be.

Richard.

Our Place

The audacity of man,
to think that he can,
take the place,
of God the Creator.

When the Lord clearly states,
that it's He who owns this place,
and we were created
for His Good pleasure.

But, we travel along,
singing our song,
doing life in a way,
that is pleasing.

And, without a care,
we grab the best chair,
and bang our fist,
on the table.

Then we whine and we cry,
He's not treating us right,
He won't do that which we tell Him.

When all along,
it's us who's been wrong,
that's not why we where created.

O' yes, he came to serve us.
To show us the way,
to love God, and then love others.

But, we're not to be served,
why that's absurd,
it's not the way that He's
shown us.

So what will it take,
to put us back in our place,
and surrender all,
to our Maker.

To put our aprons on,
start singing His song,
and start helping out,
all our neighbors.

Richard.

Christmas meaning

Gold for Your Kingship,
they brought from afar.
To let everyone know,
just who You really are.

Frankincense because of Your Divinity.
Truly God and Truly man.
You came on a rescue mission,
to save wretched man.

Myrrh because You were born to die.
That was the Father's will,
the one true living sacrifice,
the only way to pay the bill.

The debt we owed was just to great.
A bill we could never pay.
So, You came in a manger,
and was born in the hay.

Angels announces Your coming.
Wise men came from afar.
Shepherd witnessed Your infancy,
as You laid in Your mother's arms.

You were only here at short time,
thirty some odd years and then
You offered Yourself as the sacrifice,
to put an end to the grip of sin.

On a hill outside of town,
they nailed You to a cross,
They thought they were getting
rid of You, but that was just the start.

You came back three days later,
to complete what the Father begun.
And, now Your setting next to Him.
God's only Son.

This is the reason for the season.
In Jesus, all is fulfilled,
So have a Merry Christmas,
and to all Goodwill.

Richard.

Yearning

From within the mystery begins,
a yearning in my soul.
a soul that's set in motion,
finding its way home,
spurred onward very seeking
that which is dearly yearned
never resting just repeating
the things so very fleeting.

Before I could speak,
or understand a thought.
longed for, ever seeking
stumbling in the dark.
driven by this yearning
hopelessly, hopelessly lost.

Then I saw a flicker
far in the distance there I saw
I saw a light there glowing,
growing very stronger,
as I crawled.

Crawling out from the darkness,
You set me on my feet,
showed me what I was yearning for,
helped me find Your peace.

The yearning is my calling
What I was created for
to worship and adore you.
from now till evermore.

For Your good pleasure
I was made to this I can attest.
To love and walk along with You
To enter in Your Rest.

Richard.

Emmanuel

His present Risenness is where I ride.
Each day I wake to be His bride.
Emmanuel, God with us.
This is where I place my trust.

His present Risenness is where I hide.
Each day I wake to a new surprise.
Emmanuel, God with us.
This is where I place my trust.

His present Risenness is all I see.
He's all I want, He's all I need.
Emmanuel, God with us.
In You is where I place my trust

His present Risenness is real indeed.
Sitting at the Right Hand for you and me.
Emmanuel, God with us.
In You is where I place my trust.

You lived, You died, You rose again.
To bring me life that never ends.
Not just life that's yet to come.
But, life right now, with God's own Son.

Emmanuel, God with us.
Jesus is where I place my trust.

Richard.

A Hurt Love

You entered deep inside me
farther than only a few

I let you enter deep inside
you know like lovers do

It went along just great it seemed.
uncomfortable but nice.

I was starting to enjoy it
feeling it was right.

And, so I took you to places
that had never seen the light

I really thought, we were growing close
You know, standing side by side.

But then something happened
Everything turned not nice.

It started to hurt, really hurt
allot like, way before.

Before you came, before the shell.
before the years of living hell.

And, I just can't go back there.

Richard.

Damaged

Sadness and sorrow, my heart does so grieve, hurt so deep that I must take my leave.

The meanness you showed, and the viciousness of your blows, left a wound very deep, deep within my soul.

It's not the first time, it's happened before and here I am without a door.

You knew I was defenseless, I'd welcomed you in. You were even there, when my old hiding place caved in.

And, now you wonder, what's wrong with him, as I'm lying there bleeding hurting from within.

It's OK, don't be alarmed, when the blood finally stops flowing, I'll just be gone.

Then you can wonder, what's up with him. I couldn't have done something that brought injury to him.

He must have been messed up, it must have been just him. I didn't mean to hit him on the chin.

Sadness and sorrow, my heart does grieve so, I can no longer stand the pain from your blows.

Richard.