Monday, February 16, 2009

Dear Daddy God

Dear Daddy God ( poem from a child's perspective)

I know you have a busy day,
But could you please stay home and play?
I feel alone here by myself,
But I long to know and touch your wealth.

I know you do important things,
But can't you stay and push the swing?
Won't you come and play with me?
We can climb the old oak tree.
I'll let you in my secret club,
If you give me one big hug.

Did you watch me spin around?
I'm the best in the whole town.
You're sure to like my latest dance,
Just stay and watch, just give me a chance.
See how fast that I can run!
I think I'm faster than the sun!

I hurt my toe, can you see the scar?
I think it's the biggest I've got so far.
My friends were mean, they called me names,
My heart it hurts, it's filled with shame
I often struggle with being myself.
Why can't I be somebody else?

Your arms are strong, I feel so safe.
I want to feel your breath, and touch your face.
When I grow up one thing I'll do,
I'm gonna grow up, to be like you.

The Domestication of America

“Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes.” The Declaration of Independence, July 4th, 1776

The Domestication of America


Have you ever watched, a bald eagle fly
Floating so high, up into the sky
Wings spread out wide he majestically soars
To heights unattainable by those behind doors

Freely he comes and freely he goes
The breadth of his travel is almost unknown
Other birds they fear him, this king of the sky
And scuttle into hiding when his shadow is nigh

A beauty so raw, so dangerous, so free
One can't help but marvel, at the sheer majesty
Through springtime and winter, the eagle survives
Using his talons and instincts, to keep himself alive

Some say he's violent, a predator at large
That he must be subdued, or the rats will be harmed
They desire to cage, the mightiest of fowl
And control his ascent, for the good of the owl

His habits must change, they excitedly say
Forgetting the creator, who fashioned him this way
His flight is too vast, his reach is too wide
We must coop him up, and keep him inside

They tried to ensnare, this king of the sky
But found they could not, as he would not draw nigh
Frustrated they sulked, they moaned and complained
That the damage he caused, should be to his shame

They decided however, to switch up their game
To let the king fly, but takeover his range
His young could not fly, their resistance was meager
And so in one generation, they conquered the leader

I quickly wrote the above poem as an outlet for all the emotions I am currently feeling with regards to the proposed “Stimulus Package.” While I understand that some of our political leaders think they are doing the best thing for the country, I believe they are destroying it by ensnaring us in debt. We are mortgaging our children's future for the sake of our current comfort. As most of my friends know, my hope does not lie in the future of this great nation. My hope and trust is in The Lord alone. I do however believe that our country is a great force for good in the world, and I do not want to see the freedom that was bought at such a great price be destroyed. Please be praying for Obama, and the members of congress as they make big decisions over the next few days.

My Place For Thoughts

This is my blog for my God thoughts and general musings. Stay tuned for future postings.