Shadows of Courage
By Robin Kiley
Be still my heart,
as I strive to see
a beautiful, still morning
of piercing blue, silent breeze.
Outlines of concrete stood stark
against a striking still sky,
proclaiming man’s power
in boldness and with pride.
The routine and familiar
would be strewn to the side,
when white streaks would scar
many hearts, many lives.
Our eyes would be fixed,
in a trembling pose,
as the smoldering embers
revealed its source.
White clouds of smoke
did violence to the sky,
as man stood confounded,
contemplating the whys.
But the seeds of a deception
forged from hatred and darkened minds
would be made clear to all,
like a veil pulled from our eyes.
The mortal wounds inflicted
on the innocents and their lives
spoke volumes of sacrifice and courage
born on faces and with sighs.
Courage and sacrifice;
Love and faith.
These were the fruits born
from the dust of twisted fate.
The shadows of the lost
live on in our lives.
Courage and sacrifice stand
As victors over lies.
Be quiet my soul!
Take precious wisdom from the pain.
Persevere I must live,
with each and every day.
Share stories of our loves,
and the wisdom of our pains.
These precious gifts we offer
are God’s grace and His way.
Rise we must go
and do God’s will and His deeds.
Serving those who now suffer,
with our love and our tears.
as I strive to see
a beautiful, still morning
of piercing blue, silent breeze.
Outlines of concrete stood stark
against a striking still sky,
proclaiming man’s power
in boldness and with pride.
The routine and familiar
would be strewn to the side,
when white streaks would scar
many hearts, many lives.
Our eyes would be fixed,
in a trembling pose,
as the smoldering embers
revealed its source.
White clouds of smoke
did violence to the sky,
as man stood confounded,
contemplating the whys.
But the seeds of a deception
forged from hatred and darkened minds
would be made clear to all,
like a veil pulled from our eyes.
The mortal wounds inflicted
on the innocents and their lives
spoke volumes of sacrifice and courage
born on faces and with sighs.
Courage and sacrifice;
Love and faith.
These were the fruits born
from the dust of twisted fate.
The shadows of the lost
live on in our lives.
Courage and sacrifice stand
As victors over lies.
Be quiet my soul!
Take precious wisdom from the pain.
Persevere I must live,
with each and every day.
Share stories of our loves,
and the wisdom of our pains.
These precious gifts we offer
are God’s grace and His way.
Rise we must go
and do God’s will and His deeds.
Serving those who now suffer,
with our love and our tears.
Stand to Serve
By Robin Kiley
Come I must
Come I might
Drawn to my God
In His Unapproachable Light.
He is my King
He is my Lord
Servant to Him
Servant to the World.
Cast out ignorance
Cast out shame
Cling to my God
My Beginning, My end.
Fight I must
Each and every day
The carnal, the lies
I must win, I must slay!
Stand on His word,
His Truth and His Light
Stand to Serve,
With His Hope and His Might.
For there is no life
In the in-between
Conquer I must
To be One with My King!
Let us lift up our Lord
His Glory, His Life
For only His Truth
Can draw Men to the Light.
Shout out the Gospel
From near and from far
Our Lord’s Spirit is here
Eternal victors we are!
Come I might
Drawn to my God
In His Unapproachable Light.
He is my King
He is my Lord
Servant to Him
Servant to the World.
Cast out ignorance
Cast out shame
Cling to my God
My Beginning, My end.
Fight I must
Each and every day
The carnal, the lies
I must win, I must slay!
Stand on His word,
His Truth and His Light
Stand to Serve,
With His Hope and His Might.
For there is no life
In the in-between
Conquer I must
To be One with My King!
Let us lift up our Lord
His Glory, His Life
For only His Truth
Can draw Men to the Light.
Shout out the Gospel
From near and from far
Our Lord’s Spirit is here
Eternal victors we are!
Emmanuel
By Robin Kiley
The season of love is here at our door,
With images of evergreens,
and snow drifting from above.
Sweet smells and sights of Christmas
linger in our minds
while shopping and expectations
demand attention and our time.
Yet, in the bustle and distraction
of the here and the now,
it is the Birth of our Lord Jesus
that makes this season so divine.
God born in the flesh
Weak and ever so mild,
Under circumstances humble,
Quiet,
Not proud.
But there in the stillness
among pastures and hills
an ethereal star glowed
drawing wise men to view.
To seek and to worship
a Messiah,
a king,
declaring God’s truth in the life He would lead.
Angels from Heaven
Sang glad tidings from on high
Looking in wonderment at
God’s work – His new life.
May our spirits cry forth
Your sweet name from our lips,
Singing Praises and Glory
For our Salvation – God’s Gift.
Emmanuel, Emmanuel
God with Us, For All
We love You, we praise You
Hallelujah to All!
Shout aloud all you people!
Nations of Earth, near and far
For Light defeated Darkness
God’s Love conquered All!
With images of evergreens,
and snow drifting from above.
Sweet smells and sights of Christmas
linger in our minds
while shopping and expectations
demand attention and our time.
Yet, in the bustle and distraction
of the here and the now,
it is the Birth of our Lord Jesus
that makes this season so divine.
God born in the flesh
Weak and ever so mild,
Under circumstances humble,
Quiet,
Not proud.
But there in the stillness
among pastures and hills
an ethereal star glowed
drawing wise men to view.
To seek and to worship
a Messiah,
a king,
declaring God’s truth in the life He would lead.
Angels from Heaven
Sang glad tidings from on high
Looking in wonderment at
God’s work – His new life.
May our spirits cry forth
Your sweet name from our lips,
Singing Praises and Glory
For our Salvation – God’s Gift.
Emmanuel, Emmanuel
God with Us, For All
We love You, we praise You
Hallelujah to All!
Shout aloud all you people!
Nations of Earth, near and far
For Light defeated Darkness
God’s Love conquered All!