The gate now stands there before us
Guarded by the angels as they watch us with unhiddden envy and wonder
For they were created for our guidance, comfort, and protection
They fail to possess our gift of free will
Man, they say was created in the image of God
Seems bent on his own destruction, regardless of the earths' cost
Remember, it was our rebellious nature that cost us Eden
Our need for bloodshed that caused the Messiah to hang upon a cross
War is more about the love of money, then about our freedom
The rich stay safe, and get fatter as our loved one are sacrificed and left to die
Thinly guised hatred, and propaganda that are nothing but lies
Falsely claiming it is for glory,honor and freedom that in the grave we lie
Every city, every town, and every country in this world
Is guilty of and stained by all this needless bloodshed and death
If it is here upon our soil it bears the name of terrorism and crime
Yet, upon another's shore, we are called courageous, and heros
As we are watched and envied by those angels
I wonder if they ever break down and just cry
And for a time give thanks for thier eternal status
When faced with our heinous crimes, the darkness of our hearts
date: Thursday, November 18, 2004
by: D. Grant Renshaw
We've been through it all togther
With you by my side, I know that I'll survive
For, although we constantly fight, you remain my joy, and my prde
My love, with you I will stay forever and ever
You may have in the past hurt my very soul
Still, I find that your love has made me complete, made me whole
And with such an ease, and tenderness, it was my heart that you stole
So, that in time my life was no longer a dark, empty, void-like hole
Wherever it is that you may go, that is where I will follow
For you have opened my eyes, and taught me how to see
To my very essence, my total being, you hold the only key
I am no longer a prisoner for your love has set me free
Even when I am gone, and in the grave I quietly lie
Know that my spirit and my love for you will never die
So, my love try not to sit alone and mourn, and try not to cry
It was the pressure, from thier side and mine that caused your early death
So, here dear father, I stand alone amoung the gravestones
Staring at the one that bears your name
And although at one time we seemed to but total strangers
For baby, my love, I am right here, I am still by your side
date: Thursday, November 18, 2004
by: D. Grant Renshaw