Lost family

He was my hero, fixer of all things broken
I looked up to him, hung on all things spoken
He taught me how to do stuff, to try new things
Its with such longing that thinking of him brings
He was my happiness, but he left so abruptly
Gone without a goodbye, he was my daddy

She played with me, included me in jobs
She hugged me, kissed away my owies and sobs
Snuck me chocolate, kept humus and crackers
Loved me even tho I broke her nutcrackers
I called her Nani, she called me her grandson
I never thought she too would leave me to abandon

He let me help fix cars and random things around
Whenever others were busy, it was him I found
Early I would wake, for my special time with Pop
I never thought his love for me would stop

My uncles were always my joy and fun
Tickling me until I came undone
Bouncing on the trampoline, chasing me
Surely they too wouldnt go absentee

They were my family, I saw them everyday
Now I never see them, in passing or to play
It was so sudden and it left me so confused
They left and now my heart is bruised

I've heard that they left because God told them to
But Jesus loves us children, isnt that true?
If that was so, then why would He tell them to go?
To push me away when I beg? That's what I want to know.

Pharisaic Christians

Loudly on the street corners they prayed
With costly apparel were they arrayed
A menace in the temple and the streets
Who were these hypocrites and cheats?

Men who had lost their salt, worse than an unbeliever
They were teachers who turned deceiver
They had the greatest light yet closed their eyes
It was these men who tried to lead Jesus to His demise

God's law is meant to be kept for our good
They took it and made it misunderstood
A form, a tradition, a noose around the neck of all
It was fast becoming the peoples downfall

Instead of pointing out that they had many a flaw
Jesus showed them His character, let it be the draw
Because He is love, He is kindness, He is goodness
His ways change lives, they are ageless

The Pharisaic way is to live a life of works
There's a reason why people call Christians 'jerks'
The Jews of Jesus' day had forms, traditions and no heart
Christians today, instead of learning are perfecting this cold art

Set Free

Life is a riddle, life is a fiddle
Life can be kind, or it can be fickle
To an extent it is what you make of it
But sometimes youre just a pig on the spit

Its a roller coaster of emotion
You cant get off while its still in motion
You ride it out until it is over and done
And you dont get your money back if it wasnt fun

Sometimes you make a mistake and ruin the ride
Sometimes it breaks from the outside
All I know is that you've got to take responsibility
Or if it wasnt from you, know fighting is a futility

Because people make their choices, right or wrong
You cant force someone to stay and belong
Even if it kills you inside to watch them walk away
They made the choice. They chose this way.

What you get to choose is how it defines you
You get to choose how you will get through
Truth is, a lot hurts in this life we live
Sometimes we're stronger to forgive

Life is even harder when youre fighting it alone
It can be like a train wreck or a cyclone
But I know that I have this hope in me
That when in the darkness I be
God will be my strength and my light
When I am blinded, He is my sight.

When Im a tiger in a cage, He is my calm
When all is hopeless, His praise is my psalm
I know who I used to be, bitter and angry
Dangerous when backed in a corner you see
But Ive found a Savior who promises to all
That He will always be there for us when we call

Taste and see

There are days where I cant see for crying
There are days where I feel like I'm slowly dying
A broken heart is a heavy thing indeed
This feeling where you can feel your heart bleed

But we have a promise, given by One
The one who is the Creator, God's own Son
He came to bind up the brokenhearted
For us, this sin infested land He charted.

He walked this path to show us it can be done
The devil is king of this land, yet can be overcome
With an "It is written" the battle can be won
For victory is given to all who trust in the Son

He has said for us to ackowledge Him in all our ways
And I want to shout it from the rooftops all my days
For I wish for others know, how He changes everything
How even in my darkest moments He makes me sing

I have tasted and seen that He is good
While at the edge of despair I have stood
He held my hand, saying 'fear not, I will help you'
Though the waters overflow, I will carry you through

His praise shall continually be on my lips
For He has loved me despite my many slips
Because He paid the ultimate price
So that I, unworthy tho I be, can have eternal life.