all that is to be

I'm holding on for glory

I'm on the edge of my seat

I'm waiting for the victory

surely God will not defeat

I'm waiting for the tolling

of the Philadelphia bell

will we again be champions?

or do we burn in Hell?

innocence lays squandered

on the side of the road

little ones may not know it

but it's a very heavy load

am I the only one who sees?

all we stand to lose

God will sort out injustice

I pray that this is true

liars and cheats in the market

hoodwinked are their lot

but the good Lord stands among us

to cast the demons out

my heart believes the relevant

the truth will set us free

with an angel on the shoulder

of all that is to be

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

direction

love finds its own direction

it doesn't need a path

the trail may look like wilderness

sometimes you'll go off track

but when the trek is over

and you see how far you've come

it may have taken days and weeks

before the journey's done

the times things came to easy

the times I wanted to restart

the times life interjected

the times with a broken heart

the times when it felt solid

the times it washed away

the time that it was perfect

the time is now, today

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License