Fallen

Just when I thought
I had all the answers
I’m suddenly left
With nothing but questions
Just when I thought
I was I was winning the war
I’m suddenly knocked
To the floor, to my knees

Chorus
But you pick me up
And you dust me off
And you stand me up again
Because I’ll never learn to stand
If I don’t fall and get up again

Just when I thought
What I thought was true
I’m suddenly left
With a battle to lose
Just when I thought
My armour was strong
I’m suddenly knocked
To the floor, to my knees

Chorus
But you pick me up
And you dust me off
And you stand me up again
Because I’ll never learn to stand
If I don’t fall and get up again

Just when I thought
I was standing on the shore
I’m suddenly in
Way over my head
Just when I thought
I knew what was right
I’m suddenly knocked
To the floor, to my knees

Chorus
But you pick me up
And you dust me off
And you stand me up again
Because I’ll never learn to stand
If I don’t fall and get up again

Bridge
When I fall, I know
You catch me
Gently hold me

Rugged Colors

This Poem was published in
"The Sherbrooke Record"
on December 17th, 2007

No scarlet silk,
No green satin,
A Baby born
In the world’s sin.

No silver coins,
No golden ring,
No luxury
For this young King.

Rugged colors
Surround the King,
And lowly men,
With joy they sing.

For unto them
A Child is born,
A King to bear
The world’s scorn.

No royal green,
No purple hues,
No noble red,
No subtle blues

But still the King
Chose to come down
From streets of gold,
To paths of brown.

Ireland

There’s a gray sky over Ireland
Like usual
But over us, the only spot of blue
Walking through a cemetery
In the cool shadows of a 500 year old church
Dad’s motto: Always look around the corner
There it is
An intricately carved cross
Rising splendidly over the moss covered wall
Ivy crawling up towards the sun.
Shutters open and close
Then we turn back
And walk back through knee high grass and weeds
Maybe we’ll eat at a castle next
Thanks for an awesome trip, Dad!

This Moment

Staring at the ceiling
Watching memories of who I am,
Of who I was
‘Cause this moment’s almost gone now
There’s no stopping the music
And I can’t stop this heart from beating
Even the moment that seemed so endless
Is nothing but a memory of who I am,
Of who I was
‘Cause this moment’s almost gone now
There’s no stopping the music
And I can’t stop this heart from beating
But I can make this heartbeat count
So, Lord, take each memory of who I am,
Of who I was
Use me, use this moment
Keep your music playing
And keep this beating heart set on you
Use me, starting with this moment
Use each memory to form me into who I am,
Who I will be

I Wonder...

This Poem was published in
"The Sherbrooke Record"
on December 14th, 2007

I wonder…
Who am I?
I know who I am
But do you?
The picture you see
Is not all there is.

I wonder…
Who are you?
I know what I see
But do you?
The picture I see
Is not all there is.

I wonder…
Who are we?
I know who I am
I see who you are
But do you know me,
Do I know you,
Do I know me?
What I know
Is not what you see,
Is not all there is.

Father

This poem is for my father,
whom I love very much
and who teaches me new stuff every day

From the first time you saw my little pink face,
And heard my screeching wail,
You’ve been by my side,
Helping,
Teaching,
Correcting.

You held my hand
When I took my first step,
You listened closely
When I spoke my first word.

You had your camera ready
At my first ballet show,
You cheered the loudest
At my first baseball game.

Now when you see my zit covered face,
And even when I complain,
I know you’re still by my side,
Helping,
Teaching,
Correcting.

You still help me up
When I trip and fall,
And you’re there to listen
When I need to talk.

You still take your camera
To immortalize my special events,
And you still cheer the loudest
For my accomplishments.

I’m sure when you see my first child’s pink face,
And hear her screeching wail,
You’ll be there,
Helping,
Teaching,
Spoiling,
Just like a grandfather should.

I Am

I am a child
I am a daughter
I am a sister
I am a child

I am an artist
I am a thinker
I am a dreamer
I am an artist

I am a friend
I am a listener
I am a comforter
I am a friend

I am a stranger
I am an individual
I am a mystery
I am a stranger