12 Steps Up

TWELVE STEPS

I longed to become
What I knew I could be
Through the long lost years
I searched for the key
That would open the door
To set me free
As a spirit held captive my soul and
I could not see

CHORUS
I had gone the last mile
To the valley below
In the darkness I groped
There was no place to go
Then a voice said to me
There were steps I could find
So I took my first step
Caught my first glimpse of light
And left darkness behind

VERSE 2
There were hands reaching out
And voices to say
“We can lead you up
We came the same way”
There were 12 steps to take
Steps I knew I could make
For a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path
Caused each chain to break

CHORUS

“Be inspired, be blessed”
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The Greatest Gift

THE GREATEST GIFT

Here for a season, sent from above,
Created to share, my Father’s love,
Complete to do, His perfect will,
With a heart He filled, while I was still,
With the greatest gift, the greatest gift of all.

I may not see, but I can feel,
With a heart which beats and a love which is real,
I may not speak but my eyes can say,
That I love, no one can take that away,
It is the greatest gift, the greatest gift of all.

I need not hear, to be able to care,
I may not walk, or even talk,
I may not see, but I am free,
Because He blessed me with the gift of His love,
It is the greatest gift of all.

To you who can see and walk and talk,
To you who can hear, there is one thing we can share,
A heart made to love, God’s gift from above,
We can touch, we can feel, we can care, we can share,
With the greatest gift, the greatest gift His love.

“Be inspired, be blessed”
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Tribute To Veterans

Who are these we see among us,
Like strangers in a foreign land,
Confused, angry, hurting, striving,
For what? We do not understand.

Some seem hungry, others homeless,
Bodies scarred and wracked with pain,
Haunted, frightened, lonely faces,
Etched with sorrow and hurt remain.

Could these be the ones, who saved us?
Fought our battles far away,
Could these be the ones, who gave us?
The freedom that we share today.

Some are young, and some are older,
Many seem so weak in frame,
Yet they stand so high above us,
We cannot help but feel some shame,

Shame for sharing not their burdens,
For not standing by their side,
Helping them to fight their battles,
With our gratitude and pride.

As we look to our Creator,
Let us heed His words and pray,
Give us hearts to share their sorrow,
And the will to act today.

Let us stand today in honor,
Of those who gave their best,
With a pledge and with a purpose,
To fight their cause and let them rest.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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Forever They Stand

The heavy thud of footsteps writes a story on the ground,
As the sound of the drummer’s beat echoes all around,
With a melancholy aria which pierces our souls,
As we look and wonder, “for whom the bell tolls”

Soldiers in unison once more board a plane,
For one more comrade they return time and again,
With disciplined precision, they perform their task,
While in their faces one can see, the grief they try to mask,
The heartache they are feeling, as each casket they bear,
For on each heart, we clearly see a soldier’s prayer and tear,
For the brother, or the sister, whose precious life was lost,
Who never paused to ponder or even count the cost,
Of giving their lives for freedom and to defend this land,
But for God and country, bravely took a stand.

From those of us who viewed with pain,
Through grief and tear brimmed eyes,
Love, gratitude, and pride remain,
For those who fought and won the prize.
Not one that was given here below,
Through the accolades of men,
But by the Greatest Commander in Chief,
LORD OF THE ARMIES OF EARTH AND HEAVEN.

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

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Is There Someone Somewhere?

Is There Someone Somewhere?

Is there someone somewhere?
Someone with whom I can share?
The many burdens I bear,
Lord please hear my prayer,
I long for someone.

Just a letter or two,
A visit from you,
Will brighten this cell,
Ease the pain of this hell,
There must be someone somewhere.

If this song is for you,
Please make my wish come true,
For I long for a friend,
On whom I can depend,
Would you please be that someone.

Just a letter or two,
A visit from you,
Will brighten this cell,
Ease the pain of this hell,
There must be someone out there.

Is There Someone Somewhere, prisoner

Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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Remember Me!

I remember one night as I lay in my bed,
Hearing frightened angry voices,
I could not tell what they said,
So I crept to the door and peeked through a crack,
And then what I saw caused me to run back.

I closed my eyes and covered my ears,
“God please let this be one of my nightmares,
Let me awake from this horrible dream,”
But I knew it was real and I wanted to scream!

“Please do not take my Daddy away,
Take those chains off his hands and let him stay,
I love him! I need him! I do not want to cry,
I do not want to tell my Daddy goodbye.”

There were lights that were flashing and cars drove away,
And all night long through my tears I would pray,
“God please help my Daddy and my Mommy too,
I am just a child there is nothing I can do.”

I miss you Daddy and I want you to know,
There is a love in my heart that continues to grow,
For even though you are not here and I do not understand,
I remember the times when you held my hand.

I love you Daddy and you always will be,
The greatest Dad in the world to me.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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Shattered Lives

If only I had listened, had turned and walked away,
From that hellish deadly fatal drink
I would not have to pay, for the suffering and the agony,
My evil lust has wrought,
Ruined lives of innocent people,
This sickening moment brought.

Oh Lord my God this pain, keeps tearing at my heart,
My life all of a sudden, is fast falling apart,
The visions and the dreams, they just would not go away,
The memories wretched memories, it seems they are here to stay.

The screams, the blood, the bodies,
Sounds of sirens pierce my ears,
Bringing with them panic, then the worst of all my fears,
They are covering the bodies, Oh no! Oh God! They are dead.
Thoughts of anguish, pain and disbelief,
Keep running through my head.

Could I have caused this agony, what will their loved ones say,
Oh Lord my God! Please help me, I want to run away,
From the life which is before me,
The years of no escape,
From the guilt I feel, because I knew,
Driving drunk is a grave mistake.

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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When

When did I start, to break someone’s heart?
Someone who felt it was worth?
Enduring pain for my birth,
Who shared all of my fears?
Throughout all the years,
And prayed day and night, never ceasing to fight,
Never ceasing to fight, for my peace.

If I could return to when, would I begin again?
To try to taste to see, how anxious would I be?
To cheat to steal to lie, even take the risk to die,
To prove that I belong?
When deep down in my heart, right from the very start,
I knew it was all wrong.

My mind, my heart, my soul,
Are now out of control,
I must, I can, I will, I have to reach,
The poison, that will bring a moment’s thrill,
As evil lying spirits mockingly,
Enjoy my agony insanity,
Who will deliver me?
Romans: 7/25

“Be inspired, be blessed”

The Master’s Pen

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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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