Waking from a troubled dream,
It's hard to tell the vision's seam
From the loose, wind-swept shreds
Of the many tattered threads
Of my life...
Of my life...
It seems that chaos runs amuck
When the paths of love get stuck
Within the silly, mindless glaze
Of selfish lusts and half-baked praise
In my life...
In my life...
Swimming daily through this stew
Threatens to undo the glue
Struggling to uphold the ties that bind me.
To think that I could ever find
Someone who would want my mind
Seems more a lie than lies seem to me.
What this means I can not tell,
For meanings shift within this cell
As I wage my private war
To prove I'm not a useless bore
In this life...
In this life...
I only know it never ends,
But rather blends as it rends
All the things I care about,
Twisting truth into doubt
Through this life...
Through this life...
Upon the Solid Rock I stand,
Waiting for the mighty hand
Sure to pierce the shadows that confound me.
Yet I feel so all alone,
As a seed left on the stone,
Life seems more a dream than dreams seem to me.
— Copyright December 2013,
Kirby Lee Davis
Songs of Life, by Kirby Lee Davis
Fear
Future’s End, or How I Finally Stopped Resisting and Faced my Seldon Crisis
Old Hari Seldon had it right.
Our future’s end is now in sight.
We’ve given up without a fight.
Yes, Hari Seldon truly had it right.
Where once they tracked us by our stars,
Or from the numbers on our cars,
Now they know our secret scars
From our likes, our swipes and bars.
Things once guarded at all cost
We freely give to all the lost,
Pretending how it’s all so glossed
While piled upon the garbage tossed.
What we didn’t understand
Was how they’d take these grains of sand
And twist them with a guiding hand
To cast their sway across the land.
They tell us what we need to know
And make it seem just such a show
That we foresee a damning blow
If we don’t join in all they sow.
All the while they speed the pace
That drives us in this endless race
And limits thinking through each case
Yet never leaves a telltale trace.
Thus they sneak right by our wits
And seek to lure us to their pits,
All the while staging skits
That hide the fact we’re silly twits.
Silly twits!
Old Hari Seldon had it right.
Our future’s end is now in sight.
We’ve given up without a fight.
Yes, Hari Seldon truly had it right.
Can’t you see it? Don’t you feel it?
It’s in each stare, and all we dare!
Could you shake it, stand up and face it?
This infectious snare lies everywhere!
Everywhere!
Old Hari Seldon had it right.
Our future’s end is now in sight.
We’ve given up without a fight.
Yes, Hari Seldon, oh, Hari Seldon truly had it right!
— Copyright December 2013,
Kirby Lee Davis
Fallen Snow
There was a time, not long ago,
When love seemed pure as fallen snow,
And friends would flock at every call
To lend a hand and give their all.
What a time that was!
Oh, what a time!
I miss those days of carefree joy,
When kindness came without a ploy,
And everyone could disagree
And yet retain their harmony.
What I would give for that again!
Oh, what I would give…
I understand that everything
May change as time improves its swing.
Still, I miss the integrity
That so distinguished you and me.
It seems with age we lose the skill
To share ourselves in true good will.
And yet it’s more than that…
So much more than that…
There came a time I learned for sure
That falling snow is never pure,
And sometimes love will fail to shine,
Just like certain friends of mine.
Oh, what a time that was!
What a sad time….
This I learned from bitter turns
When good intentions left just burns
And bids to lend a helping hand
Revealed hearts of shifting sand.
What I would give for another chance!
Oh, what I would give…
For what are we but blades of grass
That seek the sky yet fade so fast?
Even love may fail in such a case,
But for God’s eternal grace.
That’s the truth of man, you see,
As shown by just one look at me.
Yet who is worthy to throw that stone?
No one… No, not one…
Oh, for that time, not long ago,
When love seemed pure as fallen snow,
And friends would flock at every call
To lend a hand and give their all.
What I would give for that again!
Oh, what I would give…
— Copyright September 2016,
Kirby Lee Davis
I Stand Amazed
I stand amazed at the things I have seen,
The throes of birth, and death’s chill sheen!
I stand amazed at the love cast aside.
Souls drenched in wealth, yet never satisfied!
I stand amazed at this ever-spreading hate,
Our selfish pride, and lusts that can’t wait!
I stand amazed at all the hearts stripped bare,
The pain endured, the dreams in despair!
The blood we spill with our words we little know,
Wrapped in anger we can’t contain,
Resisting answers to the questions we all sow,
Never learning from lessons gained!
I stand amazed! I stand amazed!
I stand amazed at the hope that never dies!
The weary find rest, the broken learn to rise!
I stand amazed at the faith that still thrives!
The peace it fuels, and the mercy it drives!
All drawn from grace of a depth we can’t explain,
And of forgiveness we can’t define!
All gifts of love from our Father, who took our chains,
And gave His Son, our Savior divine!
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I stand amazed at the things I have seen!
The lives Christ saves, the sins He washes clean!
I stand amazed at the world He redeems!
The truth it waves, the blood it esteems! ​
To feel the hearts of believers all rejoice
The day our Lord made His stand!
To hear the faithful praise their God in one voice,
“Our great salvation is at hand!”
I stand amazed! I stand amazed!
— Copyright January 2017, Kirby Lee Davis
Agape
The time has come to start anew
And find that place where you belong.
Know my blessings go before you
And my faith in you runs strong.
Wherever you go, my heart follows.
Whatever you do, my love grows.
Whenever you hurt, my soul sorrows.
Whatever you need, my grace flows.
Countless paths will wind before you.
Endless choices will mark each day.
As you seek where this world needs you,
Know my spirit will guide you way.
Wherever you go, my heart follows.
Whatever you do, my love grows.
Whenever you hurt, my soul sorrows.
Whatever you need, my grace flows.
I pray our paths will come together
And I will see you once again,
But know my dreams for you never waiver
And my faith will never wain.
Wherever you go, my heart follows.
Whatever you do, my love grows.
Whenever you hurt, my soul sorrows.
Whatever you need, my grace flows.
— Copyright February 2017,
Kirby Lee Davis
Stones
Let His Spirit guide you where it will,
And let Jesus, the bread of life, give you His peace,
Now and forever, Amen!
Come to the Christ, the living stone,
Rejected by men, yet chosen by God.
Come to the Christ, the living stone,
And be part of His holy priesthood,
Gathered by our Lord into His holy house.
Amen! Amen!
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— Copyright March 2017, Kirby Lee Davis
If your children ask for bread, will you
give them a stone?
If your children ask for bread, will you
give them a stone?
Come to the Christ, the living stone,
Rejected by men, yet chosen by God!
Come to the Christ, the living stone,
And be part of His holy priesthood,
Gathered by our Lord into His holy house.
Amen! Amen!
God has a purpose for everything,
Even the stones beneath your feet.
Each has its own lesson to share.
From pillows to pillars, windows to weapons,
He uses all with great care.
God had stones cut into bricks to raise His
Temple,
He rolled one into groves to seal a tomb,
And the rocks in the road He used to guide
His beloved Son
As Jerusalem welcomed its king.
‘If these people were silent, the very stones would cry out!”
This Jesus told the angry pharisees.
Yet their hearts of stone rejected our Lord,
And so they crucified His Son.
And on the third day, God raised Jesus from the dead.
God has a purpose for everything,
Even that death on the cross:
Forgiveness for the sins we all bear.
And so the stone the builders rejected
Became our cornerstone!
His love endures forever!
So when you find that stream you cannot cross,
Or giants taunting your every move,
You can turn to the One who can roll away each stone.