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The Quest

By Robert David Ball

This is a poem I wrote the same day of the most recent tragedy suicide. I was not aware of it at the time I wrote it.
	So many are asking why.
	They point fingers and curse the sky.

	Why would God allow
	such tragedy and how
	could people hate each other so,
	When love is what they need to know?

	But love is not what is given,
	To children in this time we live in

	Once an ape and now a man,
	of chance and time from way back when.

	Don't look to God we proved Him wrong.
	Don't need His love don't sing that song.

	High and proud we lift ourselves,
	Praise each one who does well.

	Don't question "fact" the teachers say.
	You're an animal just don't live that way. 

	An animal, and can't ask why.
	No love, no purpose, just live to die.

	So crush the weak and praise the strong.
	Our only hope is living long.

	To eat, to drink, to take, to cry.
	So many now are asking why.

	Where is this love, so strong to save?
	It's found in Him who lived and gave.

	He gave Himself from life to death.
	He took us back unto Himself.

	"Believe," He said and you'll be free,
	from sin, and death snatch victory.

	His Word still true, calls to you now,
	to know the one who shows you how.
	To live and love and give your all
	to those He loves that is your call.

	It's good to ask the how, the why.
	For He is here to calm your cry.

	I made you, He says to love and keep
	Me in your heart, to sing, to speak
	the truth in times of trouble soul,
	of lost and hopeless, proud and cold.

	For king, for poor, for you I'm near.
	So still your heart, I'll calm your fear.

	Dust off the book I wrote for you.
	My Word is forever true.

	No matter what the "teachers" say,
	to deny me is the foolish way.
	The way of fools, is to trust the "wise."
	The wise who say that Christ is fable
	Are dead and lost and blind, unable.

	The "wise" who say that I am dead, 
	Are dead themselves, they're lost I said.

	Go ask them why there is this pain.
	They have no answers, only disdain
	for those who say there is Creator,
	Who lives and loves and makes you able .

	Of life and death, of peace and rest
	I am the answer to your Quest.


Anniversary Poem

By Ryan Doorn

	When tomorrow starts without me, 
     And I'm not there to see; 
     If the sun should rise and find your eyes 
     All filled with tears for me; 
     I wish so much you wouldn't cry 
     The way you did today, 
     While thinking of the many things, 
     We didn't get to say. 
     I know how much you love me, 
     As much as I love you, 
     And each time that you think of me, 
     I know you'll miss me too; 
     But when tomorrow starts without me, 
     Please try to understand, 
     That an angel came and called my name, 
     And took me by the hand, 
     And said my place was ready 
     In heaven far above, 
     And that I'd have to leave behind 
     All those I dearly love. 
     But as I turned to walk away, 
     A tear fell from my eye, 
     For all my life, I'd always thought, 
     I didn't want to die. 
     I had so much to live for, 
     So much yet to do, 
     It seemed almost impossible, 
     That I was leaving you. 
     I thought of all the yesterdays, 
     The good ones and the bad, 
     I thought of all the love we shared, 
     And all the fun we had. 
     If I could relive yesterday, 
     Just even for awhile, 
     I'd say good-bye and kiss you 
     And maybe see you smile. 
     But then I fully realized, 
     That this could never be, 
     For emptiness and memories, 
     Would take the place of me. 
     And when I thought of worldly things, 
     I might miss come tomorrow, 
     I thought of you, and when i did, 
     My heart was filled with sorrow. 
     But when I walked through heaven's gates, 
     I felt so much at home. 
     When God looked down and smiled at �me, 
     From His great golden throne, 
     He said "This is eternity, 
     And all I've promised you." 
     Today for life on earth is past, 
     But here it starts anew. 
     I promise no tomorrow, 
     But today will always last, 
     And since each day's the same way 
     There's no longing for the past. 
     But you have been so faithful, 
     So trusting and so true. 
     Though there were times you did some things, 
     You knew you shouldn't do. 
     But you have been forgiven 
     And now at last you're free. 
     So won't you take my hand 
     And share my life with me? 
     So when tomorrow starts without me 
     Don't think we're far apart, 
     For every time you think of me, 
     I'm right here, in your heart.


As I sit here

By Jerica

This was written right after the shootings
       As I sit here and remember those who have died
       I remember last week and I cry
       Over the last week many a tear I've shed
       Back over good memories path I'm led

       To remember the times I've shared with my friends
       And realize that because of this, life will not end
       It may take me a while my heart to mend
       I may need your smiles from you to lend

       I will always remember these friends of mine
       And in years to come, again I will feel fine
       But on this day of grief and sorrow
       Again I will need the tissue to borrow

       On this day of April twenty
       I wish I could buy you back with money
       I will always on this day remember
       The day that many left this Earth, so many glowing embers


Victor Through Pain

By Jerica
       They keep searching for bodies through the school
       Another one turned into a killing pool
       As teens were shot with a giggle and a smirk
       Its like they were possessed by the murk

       Who would get a gun
       Just for fun
       And shoot innocent teens 
       Just for what they've seen

       They had to be crazy 
       Or just plain lazy
       They couldn't work out the tough times
       Now I'm sitting, writing rhymes

       For every day
       As I pray
       I will remember the brave ones 
       The ones who won

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