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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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

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

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