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Kiffon's Poems

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Kiffon's Poems

These are poems I've written throughout the years.
I've included a few which I intend to turn into songs.
(If I ever find the patience to sit down at the piano with them, that is.) *g*

Religious Poems

Hope for the World

Friend of the Common Man

The Weaver
Note: I did not write this one, but I love it so I included it : )

Mother Nature's Family

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Hope for the World

Everlasting life once was a dream, a hope; it seemed to be
The Saviour'd never get here! But now that hope is reality.
If problems caused by sinful man are weighing on your human mind,
And you despair of ever getting shut of them; no peace to find--
Remember that the people in the time "B.C." had only hope,
Blind faith to lead them on; and only future plans to help them cope--
But now we have the luxury of looking back on history,
And realising it's been done--the saving part of the plan. We've won!
Jesus led us through the tumult; Jesus led us by the hand,
And now, with prophets, saints, apostles, all believers, here we stand
Proclaiming to the world, corrupt with hate and anger, pain and sin,
The love in Jesus' secret circle; and how they can all join in--
The worst-kept secret in this world, that Jesus died to save mankind--
And if they'd take Him at His word--in blind faith--then peace they'd find.

Š1996 by Kiffon

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My life is but a weaving between the Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colours; He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow and I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper, and I, the underside.
Not til the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needed in the Weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

-Anonymous

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Sometimes, at night, the world comes in and fills my head.
But sometimes I can fight it, and think of You instead.
The growing dusk reminds me of the things I used to do.
But now I stop and think of how my heart and soul belong to You.
I thank You, God, for all the things You've given me--
New ears to hear Your message; and new eyes with which to see.
New purpose in this life You've taken underneath Your wing;
I thank You, God, for all the good things You've brought out in me.

Š1995 by Kiffon

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Jesus, Friend of the common man
His love unbounded and free,
Gathering the chosen from every land;
Waiting so patiently.
Were it not for the work of the Blesséd Redeemer
We'd all be condemned by our sin;
But the righteousness of the Son of God
Renews us all from within.
Would that we, by His sacrifice,
Be perfect in love and all...
But we know that as humans we all come short --
A result of that ancient first fall.
But we can come to God, and confess our faith
That in Christ we have all been set free!
And our greatest wish is to spread that Word
That all lonely people might see --
To receive the Holy Spirit, and come into Life today --
Proclaim the good news to all, show the world the way --
Jesus, Friend of the common man
His love unbounded and free,
Gathering the chosen from every land;
Waiting so patiently...
He gave up His life. Can we do no less
In this sinful world, dark and cold...
Come, feel the warmth of His righteousness,
Join in Christ's loving fold.
Now with old age there comes wisdom --
Counsel with young to hold,
That more may enter the heavenly Kingdom
Young hearts and minds to mold
In knowledge of God's love and saving grace
In thoughts, and in actions, pure,
That on the Last Day when we meet God face-to-face
Our place in Heaven is sure.
Jesus, Friend of the common man,
His love unbounded and free --
Gathering the chosen from every land
...waiting...so patiently...

Š1996 by Kiffon

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The world is ever more confusing.
Each day brings much darker news,
From airplane crashes, wars, and murders
To some selfish people's views.
The darker gets the disposition
Of our once-beloved world
The harder it becomes to keep
The Christian flag held proud, unfurl'd.
But looking to a brighter day
When peace and love still Satan's voice,
When people from all earthly nations
Join together, Heaven's choice,
When war and strife are history
And man returns to perfect state,
Gives me Godly inspiration
Spread His Word! It's not too late--
Our Last Day is ever nearer,
Straight ahead, and closing fast;
No matter what your sins and errors,
Leave them back there in the past.
Christ Himself has taken on
The guilt of sin that's really ours,
Leaving us with purest souls
Through His own almighty powers.
So go out now and spread the Word.
This one thing you won't regret;
For though the day is getting closer,
Jesus hasn't come back yet.
Take this time, proclaim to all
The Saviour's willing pain and grief,
The way He died without complaint
To give our burdened souls relief.

Š1996 by Kiffon

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Sing

Sing as the angels sing,
Sing with purest hearts and voices,
Sing of heaven't greatest light,
Sing of God's most loving choices:
Sending Moses to set free
Israelites from slavery.
Sending Joshua to mow
Down the walls of Jericho.
Sending David into battle,
The Philistine force to rattle.
Sending John out to proclaim
Full forgiveness in God's name.
But the greatest One of all
Had the toughest kind of call:
Death was rampant for the Jews,
But our Saviour had to choose.
The road ahead lay dark and grim,
Full of anger, hate, and sin;
But with quiet strength He trod
On the path laid out by God.
Suffering pain from mortal hands --
Who ignored the Lord's commands --
Suffering pain and guilt and shame,
Taking all the sinner's blame --
In this way, we full receive
God's assurance of reprieve.
And as free men, we confess
None of our *own* righteousness,
But by His grace to heav'n we go,
Free of worry, free of woe.
So join together, singing praise --
All as one our voices raise --
Joyfully to heaven above
Thanking God for His great love!

Š1996 by Kiffon

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What glorious dreams fill your eternal sleep?
What peace enfolds you, as here on earth we weep?
How does your time fly, as our own days drag on?
What thoughts have you had since the day you went beyond?
Who of the prophets have held your precious hand?
Where in the Lord's great throne room do you stand?
Is the heav'nly chorus pure as promised in the book?
Do you cry at the sight of sin-torn earth? Do you dare look?
We, left behind, pass the time with our frustrations
But know that we will join you, at the end, in celebration.
It seems far too long before we'll see you, but then
The sorrow in our hearts will be replaced with joy again.

Š1994 by Kiffon

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Where Would I Be

Where would I be without Jesus?
Without Jesus, where would I be?
The Saviour of mankind,
In Him you will find
Peace.
Without Him, where would I be?

Where would I be without the Spirit?
Without the Spirit, where would I be?
He draws the soul in,
And restores faith again.
Strength.
Without Him, where would I be?

Where would I be without the Father?
Without the Father, where would I be?
I've put my life in His hands,
Cuz He understands.
Love...
Without Him, where would I be?

Where would I be without the Trinity?
Without the Trinity, where would I be?
The Father and Son, and Spirit in One,
Standing beside me 'til my life's work is done.
Well with God on my side, the battle is won--
Joy!
Without God, where would I be?

Š1996 by Kiffon

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The Knight

The mighty knight returns from battles.
See his scars; his armour rattles.
Horse's weary head droops low;
He's walked a hundred miles or so.
Handsome beast is tired and sore;
The knight's two hundred pounds or more.
Stops the horse. The knight surveys
The hills wherein his village lays.
Across the field, a maiden there
With bright blue eyes and golden hair;
Sun-rays from the chain-mail bright
Reflect to catch the maiden's sight.
To see her man return from war
Would maiden's will to live restore.
Sir Geoffrey lifts his eyes to see
His lady, and drops to one knee;
Oblivious to the town-folks' stares,
They proclaim the love that's theirs.
In marriage asks he for her hand
In this medeival fairyland.

Š1993 by Kiffon

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So distant, so aloof and so seeming unaware
That you stole my heart, and have hidden it somewhere;
For every time I see you, the reaction is the same:
You turn your eyes the other way. You're driving me insane!
Would that I could e'er adopt the style of poets long-dead,
And strive to catch your interest with the words inside my head--
I'd tell you how I feel for you, my lovely unattainable,
And how I long to hold you close, whisp'ring words of love unfeignable:

"My dear, the stars and sun and moon hold beauty unsurpassed,
But 'til now: for when I saw thee was there beauty more at last.
My knees thou weaken, my pulse thou rac'st, my lust is strong and free;
Yet I have naught to offer, though my heart doth rend for thee.
Shall I bring thee gifts of gold, jewels, furs, or land...?
All these I would offer, if I could but win thy hand.
But ah, I know the fruitlessness of trying; I can see
That thou were ne'er to see the woods for th'infernal, intruding trees.
And so, dear love, I here must bid most fondest of farewells,
And I shall this sad story print, for all good heartache sells."

Š1993 by Kiffon

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Slim but solid, dark, mysterious;
Don't talk much, and oh how serious!
Hair of Raven, eyes of jade;
Hearbreak when farewell you bade.
And how often I have wondered
What went wrong, or how I blundered;
What I did to make you leave
I'll miss the love I won't receive.
Dark-haired beauty, let's pursue it
Whate'er I did, I will undo it.
Let me find a way to start
To find my way back to your heart.
Then it hit me, hard and fast;
Of a sudden, it came, at last:
Another man? Quite possible
I'll put him in the hospital!

Š1992 by Kiffon

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My wild and beautiful desert rose,
Queen of my world; soother of woes.
Bearer of light in a darkened land --
Classic essence; stately and grand.
Lady of Beauty, Lady of Fire,
Lady so timeless, my soul you inspire.
Lifting me higher than I've ever been,
Then bringing me down most gently again.
Woman of substance, elegance, grace;
Wisdom and love in your beautiful face.
What I have to offer, repectfully,
Is epic love in the highest degree.
Lead me to worlds of unlimited delights;
There we'll realise endless nights
Of Ecstasy in passion's throes --
My wild and beautiful desert rose.

Š1994 by Kiffon

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The Flower

An early spring thaw; melting snows--
Awakening animals in their ravenous toil,
A stream of water from the mountain flows;
A tiny seed in its bed of soil.

Budding trees in the afternoon sun,
Oblivious to the remaining cold;
Somewhere a fawn can be heard to run;
Somewhere deep in the soil, roots take hold.

Thousands of birds fill the air with their song;
Thousands of trees with no loggers, no strife;
Thousands of bugs crawl, hop, and fly along;
A tiny green stalk in the ground brims with life.

Then war is declared. And the Infantry lands;
Far off in the distance, artillery booms.
Thousands in nature die at these hands;
And, amidst it all, a single flower blooms.

The land is ravaged by metal and smoke,
Holes that are dug, and holes that are blown;
And though they try hard its beauty to choke,
Nature protects that which she has sown.

The war finally ends. The land is in shambles,
Much of its resources destroyed by human hands.
Displaced by the war, a herd blindly rambles,
But by the Lord's grace, our flower still stands.

Many a time it wanted to die,
To give up the ghost to "superior" life;
But always stood firm, held its petals so high,
And never gave in to the heart-wrenching strife.

There is a snow which covers the land,
And, in some places, gets twenty feet deep.
If you bet against its life, don't show your hand
Until the spring thaws. Our friend's merely asleep.

Š1993 by Kiffon

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My erstwhile comments get me nowhere. I can see the light of day;
While some would turn and run, well, why, there is no reason I shan't stay.
Many times I've tried to win your heart with words of love so dear;
All I get is great frustration. You're so distant, yet so near.
In the brightest day of sunshine, light so dazzling I need shade,
Something's there that casts a pall -- all my advances you evade.
Yet I try, and try so hard; my head is whirling from the work:
And still, with haughty disregard, all my efforts thus you shirk.
No, I will not be dissuaded by your deep, dark sullenness;
Some day, sweet one, I shall have your words of love, and sweet caress.
Imagining your gentle touch; your loving kisses, oh so tender,
And the feel of your graceful body to succumb in sweet surrender --
Fantasies fly through my mind, and some day, when I win your heart,
All my dreams will be played out. So tell me, dear, where do I start?
How can I convince you clearly that I need you more than air?
Shall I be more flashy? Tender? Shall I be more debonair?
Anything you need me for, I will always do for you.
Anytime you need someone to help, then that is what I'll do.
Anytime you need a solid wall of strength to lean against,
Any problem that you have, or anything I may have sensed;
When this life is getting to you, when there's something you can't do,
When you feel you're all alone, babe, just remember: I love you.

Š1993 by Kiffon

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Mother Nature's Family

Mother Nature's daughters are hard at work tonight
Teasing Brother Moon; they try so hard to hide his light.
Maybe in the morning they'll let shine their Sister Sun,
But for now, tormenting Brother Moon is how they have their fun.
The colder older Sister Winds come in to gather greens,
While little Baby Breezes play among the evergreens.
High up in the mountains their Cousin Raindrops fall,
And Big Brother Storm CLoud forms a dark and threat'ning wall;
When Sister Winds join in the raucous, raving summer bash,
Then Father Time smiles down and keeps the rhythm with his staff.
Along the lonely plains come Uncle Ice and Auntie Snow,
With little Cousins Drift and Sleet all lined up in a row.
Further south, where Sister Sun smiles down from up so high,
The laughing, toddling puffs of Baby Clouds run 'cross the sky.
Yes, Mother Nature's Sons and Daughters do so well their jobs
Just to make life interesting for us poor mortal slobs.

Š1993 by Kiffon

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