Soul Searching

And it's not all happy faces when we're having so much fun,
The outside may be smiling but the inside's feeling glum,
It's a whirlwind that we're living in, that makes us feel locked out
From other's deep experiences, this wall provides the doubt

And it's not all happy homes we live in
Some are drenched with grief
Broken bodies, souls and hearts
Hide what lies beneath

All truth is kept a secret until it nearly kills
Shall I suffer again tonight or swallow all these pills?
Life is dry of meaning, unintentionally bland
Who will save my life tonight? Who will hold my hand?

Sad to say that most will find no saviour for their needs
Bleeding souls silently crying on their hands and knees
Who will save their souls tonight? Who will meet them there?
Who will reach out their hand and touch those in despair?

Only one can save their souls tonight,
Only one can give them hope,
Only one can stop that suffering hand from reaching for the rope.

You can save their souls tonight,
You can give them hope,
You can offer them your Jesus,
He'll teach them how to cope.

Father's Arms: A poem

In my father's arms,

The safest place to be,

Free from worldly harms,

From which I always flee

Into my father's arms,

Lost within his warm embrace,

Safe from Satan's charms,

Lulling in His grace

Held by loving hands,

That catch me when I fall,

The only one who understands,

Why, sometimes I stall

Forever in His heart,

I will always stay,

My Father, Saviour, God,

From whom I will not stray