Choices

Choices

By Steve Loggins

10/25/11

 

We can choose the right or wrong

A choice to fight or get along

We can choose to make them pay

A choice to stay or run away

We can choose what we want to do

And not the things we should pursue

We can choose to wreck our life

By filling it with pain and strife

We can choose a selfish plan

With no regard for God or man

We can choose our heart’s desire

And toss the rest upon the fire

It’s up to us, the choice is ours

To heal or kill is in our power

But know that there’s a price to pay

When we choose to always go our way.

New Life

New Life

Steve Loggins

8/8/11

Before the violent push that made the world expand and grow,

A soft wet world of comfort reigned, a smaller world to know.

New Life begins with pain and force for those who make it so,

Yet vast rewards of happiness come, arriving to bestow

A joy in Life one cannot see without a new Life’s birth,

A baby child, an infant born, a reminder of our worth.

A laughing face, a gurgling sound, exploring eyes that follow all,

A brand new world of brightness, where everything is tall,

A hungry mouth, a hungry mind, learning day by day,

Absorbing all the world around, in earnest and in play.

Learning to communicate, to love, to laugh, to cry,

It seems a shame that man is born to, one day, only die.

Yet God has made it such a world, that we can be born again,

Within a spiritual rebirth lies: the key to The Eternal Plan.

Death and Life are intertwined within the mortal veil,

A Destiny awaits us all – be it Heaven or a devil’s Hell.

To live is good, to die is bad – we learn these things below

The paradox of Spirit Life reverses what we know.

We must die to truly Live, die to what we are

And Live again in a brighter world, to grow beyond the bar

Of what this mortal life can bring, limits we must bear,

But when we die to self we get a Life where truly there’s no fear.

God make it so for all who see a new Life born on earth,

To get a second Life from You, through Christ a second birth.

Hope in Temporal Trouble

Hope in Temporal Trouble

4/13/2011

Steve Loggins

The earth may shake and move beneath us

The waters come to swallow all

The wealth we chase may turn to dust

Our kingdom totters, then it falls.

Our health may flee and racking pain

is all we have that’s left to bear

The future’s bleak as our hope wanes

A welcome grave we wish to share.

Beauty fades and darkness lingers

Depraved men twist Good to Bad

We all view Fate’s long, bony finger

Point to what we all once had.

What is left? What more can happen?

These are questions all must face

Will God destroy our world again?

This time with stones from outer space?

Hope, hope, hope is the key

A searching, longing for better days

A trust in ancient words we see

That promise us more, that show us The Way.

A Golden city with never an end,

A new dawning with never a sunset,

This is our hope, God is Our friend,

This present pain…. He will let us forget.

Endure

Endure

2/22/2011

 

The stitch in my side is telling me to quit the race; to stop,

My arms and legs are hurting now, I feel as if I’ll drop,

With dogged determination, I struggle to go on,

Knowing that the finish line is closer now than home.

My feet are hurting, my knees are weak, my chest is heaving now,

My breath comes fast in labored gasps, my mind is wondering how

I can go on to victory, to cross the finish line,

That is my goal – that is my aim – to make the medal mine.

My world is just the race course now, one step and then again

repeating this ten thousand times, the steps that make one win

Push through the pain, block out the now – endure the suffering

When victory comes to the runner’s heart – it makes one be a king.

Disclosure

Disclosure

Steve Loggins

1/19/11

 

Demons whisper in my ear

lies I half believe

That God could never love a man

so vile, so cold as me.

I struggle with my failures

to be what I should be,

and devils stand at ready

to wag their tongues at me.

My secret sins, my covered heart

laid bare in scrutiny

in the pinpoint light of His laser love

on my mind, my soul, on me.

“I’m sorry” seems so inadequate

to make it right, you see

But it’s all He wants for me to do

Confess my wrongs; agree

That all I do without His guide

will come to hypocrisy,

So I bow my head and ask my King

once more, “Please, forgive me.”