Summer School

One clear day the sun was shining bright,

The faces of students were alight

With the knowledge of the nearing end.

Knowing it was just around the bend,

These students with their voices screamed.

With happiness their faces beamed,

As they ran outside the school’s glass doors,

Leaping high and running scores on scores.

One might ask what caused this crazy show,

But all those who have seen it know

What they were screaming for.

And smile because they too abhor

The thing whose end caused this delight,

For Summer School was their plight.

Although your friends might make it better,

The homework still binds like a fetter.

English, History, and Chemistry too,

All of these to you it will construe.

And as your rear begins to ache,

You sit and long for the ten minute break.

As the last week comes, you begin to believe

That soon you will be able to leave.

And when the day comes you can hardly stand it

You think you’ve lost your mind and wit.

But the time finally comes, it is 12:20

You start to plan parties a plenty

But as you look back to the empty room,

Looking through the dread and gloom.

You look and think about that place,

And then a smile crosses your face.

For I too have been in those halls

And beat my head on the same walls.

In that place, though boredom reigns,

You exit that place with a few more brains.

And you find yourself thinking as you jump into the pool,

Almost fondly, as I thought, of Summer School.

Love Them Like Jesus

I realize its been an eon since I have posted here, but this song has impacted me. 
It is a bit different from my normal theological fare. 
It is more of a story, but it has ministered grace to my heart.

The love of her life is drifting away
They're losing the fight for another day
The life that she's known is falling apart
A fatherless home, a child's broken heart

You're holding her hand, you're straining for words
You trying to make - sense of it all
She's desperate for hope, darkness clouding her view
She's looking to you

Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him
His yoke is easy, His burden is light
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side
Love them like Jesus

The gifts lie in wait, in a room painted blue
Little blessing from Heaven would be there soon
Hope fades in the night, blue skies turn to gray
As the little one slips away

You're holding her hand, you're straining for words
You're trying to make sense of it all
They're desperate for hope, darkness clouding their view
They're looking to you

Just love them like Jesus, carry them to Him
His yoke is easy, His burden is light
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side
Love them like Jesus

Lord of all creation holds our lives in His hands
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The Rock of our salvation holds our lives in His hands
He cares for them just as He cares for you

So love them like Jesus, love them like Jesus
You don't need the answers to all of life's questions
Just know that He loves them and stay by their side
Love them like Jesus
Love them like Jesus

Nearer, Still Nearer

Nearer, still nearer, close to Thy heart,
Draw me, my Savior, so precious Thou art;
Fold me, O fold me close to Thy breast,
Shelter me safe in that haven of rest,
Shelter me safe in that haven of rest.

Nearer, still nearer, nothing I bring,
Nought as an offering to Jesus my King-
Only my sinful now contrite heart,
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart,
Grant me the cleansing Thy blood doth impart.

Nearer, still nearer, Lord, to be Thine;
Sin, with its follies, I gladly resign,
All of its pleasures, pomp and its pride;
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified,
Give me but Jesus, my Lord crucified.

Nearer, still nearer, while life shall last;
Till safe in glory my anchor is cast;
Through endless ages, ever to be,
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee,
Nearer, my Savior, still nearer to Thee.

To Behold Thee

From weariness of sin I turn at last, O Lord, to Thee,
My eyes and heart grown dim from looking long on vanity.
I venture toward Thy radiance then, compelled to come by grace,
And in the pages of Thy Word behold Thy lovely face.

(chorus)

Each grace in all its fullness on Thy countenance I see.
Great tenderness of mercy, blazing light of purity.
Thine eyes are wells of love and wisdom, settled peace Thy brow,
Before the whole of perfect beauty, I in worship bow.

(chorus)

When someday I before Thee stand, a debtor to Thy grace,
And gaze with heaven's eyes upon the brightness of Thy face,
Transformed into Thy likeness, all my sin thrust far away,
With millions of redeemed ones, I will lift my voice and say:

Chorus:

Face of glory, turned upon me, I cannot but Thee adore.
To behold Thee, O my Savior, is to love Thee more and more.

-Eileen Berry

The Raven

Since The Raven is quite a lengthy poem, I have instead decided to post a link to it, so
check it out

From the Mouth of Bilbo

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

From The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien

This poem was recited by Bilbo Baggins at the council of Elrond after Boromir slighted Aragorn's rightful claim to the throne of Gondor. The son of the Steward (Lord Denathor) had been doubtful that the man before him (Aragorn) was Isildur's heir and the throne of Gondor. Feeling wronged for his friend, Bilbo used this poem to defend him. (adapted from wikipedia)

Subjunctive Mood of Love

If Love were a metal, you'd be 24-karat gold
If Love were an ocean, you'd be the Pacific sixfold.
If Love were a wish, you'd be my last desire
If Love were a flame, you'd be a 3-alarm fire.
If Love were a natural disaster, you'd be a tornado or a quake
If Love were dessert, you'd be chocolate cake.
If Love were an epic, you'd be an odyssey
If Love were genius, you'd be a prodigy.
If Love were speed, you'd travel faster than time
If Love were a poet, you'd be an angel of rhyme.
If Love were distant, you'd be a universe away
If Love were rare, you'd be an unassisted triple play.
If Love were a birthday, you'd be my favorite gift
If Love were a symphony, you'd be Beethoven's fifth.
But alas, Love is elusive and fleeting and captured by few
But if Love is forever, then Love's me and you.

Schimri Yoyo