Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Here are the poems I've written:

Blogging is a thing that as often as I can I try to carry through
to get exposure, to unleash my feelings and all of this upon you
but when the computer is off and the laptop shut,I begin my life anew
for every day is like a post which must pass the Lords review
-by me

The caterpillar
From the complacent clouds neath a blanket of light
From the night sky above, from the stars ever bright,
Comes a call, a longing, nay irrevocable plea,
To the one who lies hidden in an old cedar tree,
For the caterpillar doth keep his place

And thus he slumbers never stirring
Monotonous days and nights enduring
Always from his original shape detouring
Till on beautiful wings the sky he may greet
With his cares to the wind he is longing to meet
And the flowers that bloom with nectar so sweet
Yet the caterpillar doth keep his place

And now he can feel it! his resurrection is near
to leave his small dungeon to join sky's that are clear
to the greet the world beyond, once again to appear...
and ah... he has begun to break free from his shell
to unlock the door to his previous cell

and away he flies to the suns bright rays
for metamorphosis is over and a butterfly he stays

Akin to the beautification of so unattractive a creature
Gods hand has shaped my grotesque and sinful nature
not have I one thing in my self worthy of the glory men
accept the alien righteousness which by the holy spirit Christ did send

And now that I am out of ideas it is time to say "The End".

-Written by Alex

Oh the trials of life, that I daily face
and the strain of a world with a fast moving pace
and how my feet and hands have grown in size
I know that before to long from the floor I will rise

be kind to me while I am small
for soon I will be both strong and tall
then in the field's I will romp and play
but for now I must sit here and contemplate the day

The end!

The Grace of God

Forsooth the trails in every day
Which in our lives do continually stay.
The fear of death the frets of of life,
The anger of man unleashed in strife.

We find morbid pleasure in criticizing,
The ones we love antagonizing.
We live for tomorrow forgetting today
To our money for provision we pray.

All fear the end though most ignore
And in our hearts this perplexity we store
For the knowledge of sin is given to all
We fear what might happen after the sod doth fall.

We may be helpless but there is a way,
To avoid the judgment sure to come on that day.
It was for this purpose God sent His chosen Son,
Our mediator our redeemer is God's only Son.

In gratitude of this I give all glory to Him,
To small a payment for so great a sin.


  1. That is a great poem Alex. Why the sudden interest in the Arts? I like the new look of your blog, looks more youish.

  2. You are becoming quite the poet Alex. Keep it up as poems become songs. I found a whole book of poems once that your Mom had done as a young girl and never knew it. Don't hide your talent! I'm glad you are putting them on your blog. Love, Grandma Dot