Why Mommy, Why Daddy?

Why Mommy, why Daddy?
Tell me why did this have to be?
Why Mommy, why Daddy?
Why could we not be a family?

Could you not be there when I went to bed?
Could you not give me a kiss on the head?
Could you not show me you loved me?
Why Mommy why Daddy?
Why could we not be a happy family?

Tell me why Mommy, why Daddy?
Why did things have to go wrong?
Tell me why Mommy, why Daddy?
Tell me where I now belong?

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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I Am A Man

I wonder how many men like me,
Have lost their hope and dignity,
Because of children they live in a haze,
Of lonely nights and hopeless days.

I am a man, I am big and strong,
I know just how to get along,
I make a living, not just for me,
But for my wife and family.

I try to do my very best,
But in my soul there is no rest,
For the words I hear, bring hurt and pain,
I hear them over and over again.

I have a house that is not a home,
Daily I pray and my thoughts would roam,
For someone who would take my hand,
And tell me that they understand.

Oh for a gentle word a loving touch,
Dear God I long for this so much.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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I Remember

I remember a time when you cherished me,
When you held me in your arms so lovingly,
When the touch of your hands, the love in your eyes,
And the words from your lips filled my soul.

My dreams all came true,
The moment I knew,
That the rest of my life,
Would be spent with you.
Now those hands cause such pain,
And the hate in your eyes,
And your words filled with anger remain.

When and why, did you start to break my heart,
My love for you had never changed;
Steps I once longed to hear,
Bring me nothing but fear,
Now all I remember is pain.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

The Drummer’s Sound

I feel I am spinning, spinning, spinning, on a great merry go round
Everyone is asking questions yet no answers have been found
Music places, voices, faces, everything around me races
Faster, faster, is the cry, we must rush before we die

I am young but I am tired, it seems so much has transpired
I have heard so many voices offering so many choices
Since I came onto earth’s all confusing stage
Yet I feel I am trapped within a stifling cage

Should I get off I am thinking now and yet I feel somewhere, somehow
I know that I am in this place to change the race to the Drummer’s pace
I have a key to set those free who ride with me
Which sounds like heaven’s jubilee

The beat is love and joy and peace and as my spinning starts to cease
I must tell those still spinning around to stop!……
And listen for the Drummer’s sound.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

Christopher’s Song

I wish I could say that I am sorry,
For the pain you are feeling now,
I could heal your broken heart,
If I made a brand new start,
But I’ve always been too late somehow.
I wish I could say I am sorry.

I wish I could send you a letter,
But even if, these lifeless hands, could hold a pen,
No words could convey, or bring back yesterday,
So that I could say I am sorry.

Somewhere my will to fight and to do what was right,
Was lost in a crowd of friends,
And now it is too late, I have chosen my fate,
In this moment my short life ends.
I wish I could say I am sorry.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

I Am Just A Baby Too

Someone please help me, I know not what to do,
You must understand, I am just a baby too.
I know I was warned what could happen to me,
But I felt I could avoid this tragedy,
I am just a child and I am so afraid,
For my moment of passion, this price I have paid,
Now I have received for what I have done,
This innocent baby my precious one.

Was I just weak, or inclined to be wild?
I never dreamt I would have a child,
Now all of my peers are enjoying their lives,
Speaking of children when they become wives.
I still have the dolls with which I would play,
When did I leave them and go astray?
Now I have a baby and I feel so alone,
I wish I had waited until I was grown.

No more can I go and have fun with my friends,
There is so much to do before the day ends,
At times I just want to run away,
But I have no choice I just have to stay.
This innocent child has become a part of my life,
My world is filled with confusion and strife,
The fact that I am young, fills my heart with fears,
Now my eyes are always filled with tears.

I weep for my child and I weep for me,
While I try so hard to act nonchalantly,
I really know nothing about being a Mom,
But somehow this is what I have become.
Somehow I feel much older than my peers,
It seems that I have lost so many years,
I wish I could return to being young and free,
For in my heart I know I am still a baby.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

Cruel “Love”

You were my father and I loved you so much,
I trusted, believed you, I longed for your touch,
The feel of your hand when you stroked my hair,
Made all of my tears and fears disappear.
You were my daddy, you could do no wrong,
You were my hero, so big and so strong.
Then after a while, things started to change,
Your touch, which I loved, made me feel so strange.
I no longer wanted to be close to you,
Somewhere, somehow, it seemed that I knew,
That the way you loved me was not really good,
It was not the way that a real daddy should.
And now my father, now that I know,
Tell me what can I do and where can I go?
To remove the shame and pain from my heart,
I can never go back and have a new start.
Why did this happen, why did this have to be?
Why were you not a real father who truly loved me?

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

© The National Library of Congress

A Knock On My Door

A pain in my heart which seeped through my soul,
Wretched, tortuous agony,
A prayer that I surface from this deep dark hole,
From this hellish misery.

Oh my God! Oh no! Tell me it is not so,
Someone made a big mistake!
Holy Spirit! Oh Jesus! Oh God! Let me know,
It’s a bad dream from which I will awake.

My Christopher! My love! My precious grandson!
God’s blessed gift to me,
He was weak, he was strong, he was life, he was love,
He was gifted to be able to see.

Deeper than most, into the good things of life,
And into hellish evil too,
He would battle each day with inward strife,
Believing  that God would see him through.

But now there came a knock on my door,
And all of a sudden I knew,
His spirit was willing, but his flesh was weak,
Yet I know!  God has seen him through.

To a “better place,” where he said he would go,
Where no evil spirit or foe,
Could cause him to suffer anymore,
Through the valleys he walked below.

For now he walks on pastures green,
Beside a crystal sea,
Where one day soon, with him I will share,
Blessed eternity.

Be inspired, be blessed
The Master’s Pen

The Drummer’s Sound

I feel I am spinning, spinning, spinning, on a great merry go round,
Everyone is asking questions, yet no answers have been found,
Music places, voices, faces, everything around me races,
Faster, faster, is the cry, we must rush before we die.

I am young but I am tired, it seems so much has transpired,
Since I came onto earth’s all confusing stage,
I have heard so many voices, offering so many choices,
Yet I feel I am trapped within a stifling cage.

Should I get off, I am thinking now and yet I feel somewhere, somehow,
I have a key to set those free who ride with me,
I know that I am in this place, to change the race to the Drummer’s pace,
Which sounds like heaven’s jubilee.

The beat is love and joy and peace and as my spinning starts to cease,
I must tell those still spinning around to stop!……
And listen for the Drummer’s sound.

“Be inspired, be blessed”
The Master’s Pen