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Shall I Write

by

Joseph Messick

Shall I write of moonless nights,
or of the sun hid days.
When clouds cover up his light,
and shroud the land with haze.

Shall I write of darkness,
the darkness of the soul.
When life seems foul and dank.
as a sluggest sewers flow.

Shall I write of deep despair,
of hopeless helpless doom.
Where light shines not to dispell,
the blackness of the gloom.

Shall I write of emptyness,
a yearning churning void.
Cold and dead as spins in space,
the empty asteroid.

To The One I Love

by

Joseph Messick

My dearest love you are the one,
I built my dreams upon.
and though the years have swiftly passed,
It seems i've just begun.

To understand your worth to me,
And just how dear you are.
For if I sought a treasure great,
I would not journey far.

For the greatest treasure is your love,
More precious than silver or gold.
More precious the fame or fortune,
For it can't be bought or sold.

And i will love you always dear,
Yes i will love you true.
And when i shall pass these earthly bounds,
My last thoughts shall be of you.

Others

by

Joseph Messick

When I think of others,
I don't think so much of me.
When i look beyond myself,
Thats when i really see.

If i dwell upon myself,
Me, myself and i,
I can't be of help to others,
No matter how i try.

So i must look outside of
Self,and others i must seek.
If i would be strong,
Then first i must be meek.

For its when i see a brother,
Or a sister in their pain.
I must share and I must give,
To ease anothers pain.

We are not in this world
Alone, and this must not forget.
Reach out and help another,
And your needs will be met.

Boyhood Memories

by

Joseph Messick

A green wood with a clear flowing stream,
A cable swing across a ravine.
Birds singing in the trees,
Leaves dancing in the breeze.
A cable swing on a large oak tree,
My Dad singing folk songs to me.
My Mother's arms when she held me tight,
Looking at the stars on a clear winter night.
A cave I found that I claimed as mine,
A rainbow and a sun beams shine.
Cold water melon on a hot summer day,
Childhood friends and the games we played.

My Valley

by

Joseph Messick

I stood in the valley of loneliness and looked upon the hill of happiness.
I saw the people standing there their faces seemed to glow,
I tried to climb their hill but I always fell below.
To my valley filled with darkness and the loneiness I fear,
I cried out in my loneliness but no one seemed to hear.
Just when things were darkest I saw others standing there,
I reached out my hand and called them friend;
The light grew brighter and I knew I would not be lonely again.

Dawn

by

Joseph Messick

I love the early morning,
just before the dawn.
When things are mostly silent,
and it seems that I alone.
Am up to see the new day,
just before the dawn.

They

by

Joseph Messick

Everytime a rumor starts,
well you know right away.
You don't have to wonder,
it was started by they.

I know you've heard,
"thats what they say."
And i have often wondered,
who the heck told they!

My Life

by

Joseph Messick

I have lived through some hard times,
times when life hardly seemed worth living.
I’ve never been a wealthy man,
But good things I’ve been given,

The morning sun upon the due,
the evening sunset’s splendor.
The sound of bird song’s in the trees,
the tangy smell of an ocean breeze.
The chance to travel across the sea,
And find friends in another country.
To find a woman such as my wife,
Who is the best thing in my life.
I was wrong I have been a wealthy man.

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY

by

Joseph Messick

Monday comes and it’s back to work,
And oh I feel so blue.
Why can’t it be Friday at five,
Oh I wish that it were true.
Tuesday comes and I’m so tired,
I think that I’m depressed.
Oh well I’ll make it some how,
At least I’ll do my best.
Wednesday comes and I see some light,
After Wednesday it’s a downhill grade.
Only two more days till Friday,
And then I’ll have it made.
Thursday comes it’s getting close,
I feel better yes I do.
Tomorrow will be Friday,
Oh Friday I love you.
Thank God it’s Friday,
only eight more hours to go.
Oh thank God it’s Friday,
I believe that clock is slow.
Thank God its five o’clock Friday,
Oh joy, oh bliss divine.
No more work for two whole day’s,
Oh isn’t it sublime

DO NOT JUDGE

by

Joseph Messick

I have no right to judge another,
Sinner, saint, sister or brother.
I can only say Lord help me please,
And ask for strength on bended knees.
So if there are Lord faults to find,
Let me not look at others Lord;
But let me look at mine.

SEEK AND YOU SHALL FIND

by

Joseph Messick

I sought the way by many paths,
And truth I often found.
I thought my house was solid,
But I built on shifting ground.
I thought I had wisdom,
As I ran here and there.
I sought the way by many paths,
But none could lead me there.
Then one day in the word,
I found the way marked clear.
Here my child the word said plain,
This is the way right here.
The words of Jesus spoke to me,
And told me clear as day.
I am the truth, I am the life,
My child I am the way.

HE SAT DOWN WITH WITH SINNERS

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Joseph Messick

Why that man sat down with sinners,
So the Pharisees did say.
He sits with those who commit great sin,
From those we stay away.

Self-righteous men these Pharisees,
Self-justified their pride.
Why he sits down with sinners,
Just look at those inside.

There’s the tramp and unwed Mother,
The gambler and the rake.
We would never sit with such as those,
That man must be a fake.

Then Jesus spoke with mercy mild,
And his words they did resent.
I came not to call the righteous men,
But sinners to repent.

The well need no physician,
The well in body and soul.
I came to heal the broken ones,
To make them well and whole.

Oh I’m so glad he came to me,
While I still dwelled in sin,
So glad when I said mercy Lord;
He said my son come in.

AM I BLUE?

by

Joseph Messick

Are you Blue you ask me?
What makes you think that’s true?
Just because I’m hiding under my blanket
And refuse to talk to you.

I haven't took a bath in day's
Or left the house in a month
Are you blue you ask me?
Do you think you've had a hunch?

With your amazing discernment,
You should become a shrink.
You should open up a practice,
At least that’s what I think.