Posts Tagged: ‘Worship’

SPLINTERS OF LIGHT

03/25/2011 Posted by mindsinger

BOOK COVER

Dear Friends,

The new book of poetry has bee released!  SPLINTERS OF LIGHT is now available in all online bookstores, kindle and eBooks.  You may buy from these stores or, if you would like an autographed copy, you may click on “The Store”  at the top of this page and order direct.  As  soon as I receive the first 25 orders, I will order the books, autograph them and mail them out.  You can probably get them more quickly by ordering from the online bookstores, but the option is there for an autographed copy.

Two hundred plus pages of poetry and short prose pieces, SPLINTERS OF LIGHT is introduced by Gloria Gaither and contains my best work from forty years of writing.  The book contains Minnie Remembers, the poem that has been made into two documentary films, awarded the Golden Eagle for screen-writing and has been reprinted hundreds of times in books and periodicals.

Enjoy!

CLOUDED WINDOWS

02/25/2011 Posted by mindsinger

1. The sun is always shining even when we do not see.

The world is always turning though firm beneath our feet.

His arms are always reaching and He’ll hear us if we pray.

But we look through clouded windows at His face from day to day.

CHORUS

Clouded windows block the daylight.

Dusty diamonds dull the sun.

Twisted minds distort the teaching

of God’s beloved Son.

2. If you think He doesn’t hear you, if you think He doesn’t see.

If prayers just seem to fade into a vague legality.

It isn’t God who moved, my friend, He did not turn away.

And if you really want Him to, He’ll brush the clouds away.

CHORUS
Dusty minds may block the teaching.

Dusty spirits dim the goal.

But the Father still is reaching

and He can cleanse your soul.

(From Splinters of Light, soon to be released)

SHOW HIM THAT HE’S LOVED

02/07/2011 Posted by mindsinger

Naked and alone the beggar stood,

his sores an ugly stain.

The stench of death around him

‘til we had to turn away.

And then, the Master saw him,

and looking straight at me,

He said, “Hold him,

feed him,

show him that he’s loved.

Touch him,

clothe him,

make him one of us!”

Perhaps it wasn’t me the Master meant.

There were others standing near.

I tried to look beyond Him

for a cleaner soul to claim.

But the Master’s eyes were on me

and I heard Him speak my name.

He said, “Hold him,

feed him,

show him that he’s loved.

Touch him,

clothe him,

make him one of us!”

“Naked and alone you also stood.

Your scars bear witness, child.

But I put my arms around you

and did not turn away.

Do you think I did not see you,

did not send the ones that day?

When they held you,

fed you,

told you you were loved?

Touched you,

clothed you and

made you one of us?”