Light surrounded by life,
Waiting for that chance to shine.
Peeping through the holes of strife,
Needing to put things back in line.
Darkness welcomed by distant cries,
A danger marked by endless death.
But still it’s loved by some called wise
And doesn’t stop till light’s last breath.
Two forces exist to battle on,
One white, one black, both here.
The fight will last till one is gone,
The end will soon be near.
I stand alone before an empty pit
Imagining a time still yet to come
An act of wonder sewn up bit by bit
I stand alone and hear the spirits hum
And then soft steps like cadence of a drum
The Rest behind me all in rapture breath
The time has come for ballads to be sung
I’m standing there again but it’s a dream
My goal today be loud and proper speak
Again I stand alone what will they think
I freeze to let my words form lasting beats
My partner comes across we touch and link
A bond of lasting love a cast binds fast
The night is done the story ends at last
by Traci
What Kind of Man is This?
Based on the Story of Jesus Calming the Winds
By Traci Van Deventer
A boat at night all quiet and calm,
Four men do sit and steer,
They’re with the Man called Blessed One,
No angst, nor grief, but fear.
A fear that is unknown to them,
Until the moment’s done,
Like foxes on a hunting day,
Safe till time to run.
They left behind a hill of men,
Of whom had come to see,
The peace and joy of Jesus Christ,
But what is yet to be?
The wind started up from deep within,
The waves whipped to and fro,
A scary storm surrounded by sea,
The men yell, “Christ, oh no! “
One Man is not afraid of death,
One Man sleeps all alone,
He knows the outcome and the test,
Of trusting what’s not known.
This Man awakes at cries of fear,
Now faith must be restored,
He makes the sea bow to His will,
Proclaiming He is Lord.
