Fight for me

Think this is the most vulnerable poem I've written in a while. I was on the bus today reading a poetry book and I thought I want to write, and this is what I was thinking about.
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Fight for me

Argue with the stars that fail to glisten every time we meet

Call up the rain and demand a sunny day for us, even if the sun be discreet.

Let the thunder be silenced, and the lightning that's struck our bond be held in a head lock till it see's the error in it's ways and repent from causing rain, everytime we try to try again



Fight for me

Wrestle with the beast that carries you away every time we argue

It gives you leeway to escape, stops you from uttering 'sorry' or admitting when you get hurt too

Allow love to get hold of your heart and feed you because all all the love I have is for you

Fight for me,

Fight like you know the love we have is worth every battle you have to undergo

Fight like you know the prize won in this battle is worth more than what you have to go through
I believe our love is worth it and I bear the scars that prove it

For you I've wrestled with pride, anger, fear and even resentment

So fight for me

For everything in me believe that what we have is worth it

And if our strength and courage can't be used for this, then please tell me what else?

We've been walking this road together too long to let anything make us relent

so partner, brethren, foe, tell me,
 Is our love worth it?
If it is

Then fight for it,
Fight for us,
Fight for me
Please...

All other ground is SINKING SAND

My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less
By: Edward Mote

One morn­ing it came into my mind as I went to la­bour, to write an hymn on the ‘Gra­cious Ex­per­i­ence of a Christ­ian.’ As I went up Hol­born I had the chor­us,

‘On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.’

In the day I had four first vers­es com­plete, and wrote them off. On the Sab­bath fol­low­ing I met bro­ther King as I came out of Lisle Street Meet­ing…who in­formed me that his wife was ve­ry ill, and asked me to call and see her. I had an ear­ly tea, and called af­ter­wards. He said that it was his usu­al custom to sing a hymn, read a por­tion, and en­gage in pray­er, be­fore he went to meet­ing. He looked for his hymn-book but could find it no­where. I said, ‘I have some vers­es in my pock­et; if he liked, we would sing them.’ We did, and his wife en­joyed them so much, that af­ter ser­vice he asked me, as a fa­vour, to leave a co­py of them for his wife. I went home, and by the fire­side com­posed the last two vers­es, wrote the whole off, and took them to sis­ter King…As these vers­es so met the dy­ing wo­man’s case, my at­ten­tion to them was the more ar­rest­ed, and I had a thou­sand print­ed for dis­tr­ibu­tion. I sent one to the Spir­it­u­al Mag­a­zine, with­out my ini­tials, which ap­peared some time af­ter this. Bro­ther Rees, of Crown Street, So­ho, brought out an edi­tion of hymns [1836], and this hymn was in it. Da­vid Den­ham in­tro­duced it [1837] with Rees’ name, and others af­ter…Your in­sert­ing this brief out­line may in fu­ture shield me from the charge of stealth, and be a vin­di­ca­tion of truth­ful­ness in my con­nect­ion with the Church of God.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteous;
No merit of my own I claim
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness veils his lovely face,
I reSt on his unchanging grace;
In every high and story gale
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, his covenant, his blood
Sustain me in the raging flood;
When all supports are washed away,
He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When he shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in him be found,
Clothed in his righteousness alone,
Redeemed to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

Time Machine

I've chosen you to be my designated driver to the past

You know that town well

we'd walked the pavements hand in hand, back then

Choose any memory lane and I'll happily explore it with you

Let's explore who we were before

The present seems stagnant, pregnant with hope yet failing to birth it

The future looks grim, we lost some faith on our journey to the present it seems

So take me in your time machine to the past where I will know every step

I will know what's coming and exactly what happens next

And perhaps upon our return, we'll love and even enjoy our present

Perhaps upon return, we'll have faith's help

I've chosen you to be my designated driver to the past

Your front door the entrance to back then

When the concubine wed

Sorrow I became a concubine for you

Laid with you night after night and watched my faith and hope fade too

You introduced me to your friends misery and pain

I flirted with them all and watched as you contended for my heart

again and again

Sorrow through you disbelieve became my best friend

We held pity parties in your honor and I met more of your friends

For a while depression and I also had a thing

Then fear crept in and I welcomed him

But oh how fragile an unconvicted relation is

How easy it is to steal away what was never yours in the first place

Joy came, and he posed a ring

So i had to leave you, we had such a fragile and destructive thing

What we had makes me all the more glad that I have Joy now

Couldn't see back then, but faith is stronger now

So au revior to you, depression and fear

Will only be seeing you guys again if in UN-faith-full-ness my heart permits you all to reappear