Another Shore - Drew Adams

Created 1/26/09

Floating down stream, by happenstance,
I met an older man
who told me I should go some more
until I hit the lighter sand.
I asked him why he should even care
that I should stop at either one.
He said to me to have some faith
and that I’d know when I was done.
I did as he said and I followed through,
all the way to the end.
I started out of the raft, and to my surprise,
the river made another bend.
“I wonder if I passed the sand,”
I said aloud in a worried voice.
“I guess I could just go some more,”
so I hopped in and made my choice.
I floated down that way again,
down that little stream,
I floated down so peacefully,
I slept and had a dream.
I stood nearby a lighter sand
and looked across the way.
I saw that man across the sea
and saw another bay.
It mimicked the side that I was on,
everything the same,
but I noticed that where I stood
was the side of death and pain.
I searched across that rugged sea
to find the man I saw,
but a deep, dense fog had obscured his face
that seemed to burn me raw.
I tried to run, but got nowhere,
the fog still burning my face.
It seemed as though I had done a wrong
to which it wouldn’t cease to chase.
I woke up from that awful dream
and saw the lighter sand.
I guess what that old man meant
was to choose, and not just stand.

Love Forever - Drew Adams

Created 1/24/09

By and by my friends all say,
“What a beautiful girl you have there.”
And I reply with a smile in my eyes,
“She’s mine, so don’t you dare.”
I bring her close and hug her tight,
just a little squeeze.
I lead her to a special place
to propose by a grove of trees.
I got down on one knee and held her hand,
she covered her mouth and gasped.
“Will you marry me, my precious gem?”
And she nodded and then she laughed.
Three months went by to our wedding day.
She looked gorgeous, I almost cried.
She said she would have me forever,
even after we die.

Love You Every Day - Drew Adams

Created 1/23/09

If all I knew would end tonight,
there’s one thing I would say,
“Do you love me now or not?
Did you any day?”
She closed you eyes to find inside
her heart her choice towards me.
She hesitated and then looked down
and I assumed that it couldn’t be.
I walked away, my heart now crushed.
What is there for me now?
I guess I’ll have to leave her side
and go nowhere but down.
Down the path of loss and dread,
I started to head south.
Just then she took me by the hand
and kissed me on the mouth.
I jumped with joy, I jumped with glee,
I didn’t know what to say,
except for a few small words,“I’ve loved you every day.”

Touch of the Master's Hand - Myra B. Welch

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar - now who"ll make it two
Two dollars, and who"ll make it three?
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three"... but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody,pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bidden for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow;
"A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two?
Two thousand - and who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice
And going - and gone," said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand -
What changed its worth?" The man replied:
"The touch of the masters hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and torn with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd.
Much like the old violin.
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice -
He's going - and almost gone!
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.

Someone Special - Drew Adams

Created 1/22/09

A beautiful being sat by me today,
she was much fairer than any angel.
She glanced at me once and I glanced at her twice,
and from that I knew her quite well:
she had a beautiful smile and more precious eyes,
but her personality’s what caught me off-guard.
It pierced me through a thousand times,
each smile another shard.
Her kindness flowed like the gentlest stream
through a storm so harsh and mean,
and led you to the calmer side
so full of beautiful green.
Each day goes by I see her smile
and can’t help but sit and think,
“What lucky guy’s going to get her hand?”
And then she’s gone in a single blink.
Every time she walks by a clique or group,
they all whisper their jealous thoughts
of how they wished she was theirs or them like her
and how they wished she could be bought.
But greatest of all these angelic traits
that, with everyone, they stay,
she’ll catch your heart with her sparkling eyes
then dance the night away.

Fearless Leader - Drew Adams

Created 12/13/07

I fought one day in enormous heat
and then he called my name,
to grab
our war-torn banner
of a lion still not tame.
I grabbed it out of ice-cold
hands
from a dead man I once knew
and charged up to the hilltop
where I
trailed by a single shoe.

He drew his sword and with a call
he
cried across the land,
"Fight us now, fight us again!
This army shan't
disband!"
I yelled in anger, lust, and fear,
I knew not the path to
take,
for as soon as the top of the hill was reached,
I thought there was
some mistake.

There were an hundred and forty and five of
us,
but the enemy was great in size!
They had tens of thousands of giant
men,
but our leader had fire in his eyes.
He knew the odds, but with
perfect faith,
said none of us shall die
so long as we keep our trust in
God,
the Almighty, the most high.

I pondered his words when
suddenly
I felt a pulse that was peaceful and calm;
it was the sound of
our brothers from a distant land;
the sound came from their drums.
I
shouted and my tears of joy,
which were once of confusion and
grief,
calmed me down a notch or two
as I pushed away
disbelief.

Our leader gave me a smile
as I raised our banner
high.
I ran to greet a challenge
as fiery arrows pierced the sky.
No
man was harmed by the grievous volley
of arrows so full of hate,

so I drew my sword with the banner in hand,
and opened up Hell's
gate.

We slew countless men and then looked back
to see the
others follow suit.
No man of ours was killed or hurt,
and our youngest
slew a brute.
We fought in this manner for hours on end
to see one thing
was clear:
no soul of ours was ever touched,
which put out deadly
fear.

When at last the battle we had fought
was over and we had
won,
we found our fearless leader
and he said, "it's finally done."
We
all puzzled over those few words
that our leader gave us all.
That's when
I realized that all you need
is a mighty, God-praising call.