Evangelist

Evangelist 



I don't understand. What do you mean?
How can I believe what can't be seen?
What are you telling me? What is your story?
What is this thing you're calling glory?

Explain to me. Preach me a sermon
Don't shout down to me like I am vermin
Tell me the truth but tell it simple
And don't touch up your hair and flash your dimple.

I'm just a human. I'm just a child
Of man and street and I've run wild
Nobody's told me the way to live
They taught me to take and not to give.

And you're on t.v. and preaching fire
And calling me up out of the mire
But I don't know the way to go
I'm worldly and wicked and I don't know.

Come talk to me like I am a man
And not a number and nameless, I know that you can
Come sit down beside me and let's share a meal
And maybe I'll tell you the way that I feel.

Come learn of my life and learn of my losses
I'm not trash in the street like somebody tosses
I'm real and I feel and I'm searching, it's true
And maybe I'm finding my answers in you.

So teach me the lessons you've learned the hard way
And ask me to listen and I'll try to stay
But don't treat me like cattle on a slaughterhouse line
I've a heart and a brain and a soul and a mind.

You tell me about Jesus and you tell me He cares
Then you run away fast like you were never there
And I'm left with more questions than your answers were told
And I'm left in my loneliness and my hunger and cold.

I want to know the meaning of life, I want to know the truth
I want to know this God you serve but you can show no proof
You run me down your assembly lines and tell me I am saved
Take my money and take my time and say "I'm glad you gave."

Nobody's told me the story yet 
Or introduced the Man
But told me He loved me and would meet my needs 
While you took what I had from my hands.

And told me to pray, not showing the way
And smiling that evangelist smile
And jumped in your limo and told your driver to go 
And dazzled my eyes with your style.

I need somebody to take the time to make Him real to me
I need somebody to open my eyes and teach me how to see
I need somebody to touch my heart and take me by the hand
I may be lost, far from the Cross but I am still a man.

Evangelist, tell me, what do you believe?
What tricks do you have hidden up your sleeve?
What magic can you produce in the dark
That can make Him appear and come into my heart?

I am not mocking, I want to know
I've seen so much of vice and woe
And I've been seeking something that's true
And maybe God sent me the truth in you.

But if God is real
His love I will feel
And if His love is true
Let me see it in you.

I've seen enough hypocrisy
Lying wonders, false humility
I've heard the lies, I've heard it all
Do you hear me now that I call?

Is my soul important? Do you see my face?
Am I to be forgotten when you leave this place?
I'm coming to you and I'm asking you now
To help me to find God, can you show me how?

Oh, next time in town, you'll look me up then?
And you tell me to be good and repent of my sins?
You give me a Bible and you hurry to lunch
And I wonder if you know God but I have a hunch.



by Voo 
April 26, 2004 
12:30 a.m.
COPYRIGHTED

December, To Me

December, To Me

Sad month

Month of loss, not joy

Month of birthdays

And growing older

Month of promises

Never kept, never kept.

The most sorrowful time of the year

For people with no families

Or families that do not love them

Families on t.v.

Making you look at your barren heart

And silent home

Full of emptiness.

Decembers used to be wonderful

When I was a child

And didn’t know that parents lied

About things that children were led to believe

That there was no Santa and no chimney

For him to come down

Even if he did exist.

It was lies, all lies

And especially………

When they told you they loved you

And then proved they didn’t.

I stopped believing when I was eight or nine

And have had a hard time believing in anything

Since that horrible night

When I was punched in the gut with the truth.

I tried so hard to believe

And to pretend that it didn’t matter

That nothing was real

I tried to make up a whole world

Just the way I wanted it to be

Every December for a long long time.

But in the end, I couldn’t hold onto the illusion

I had to let it go

I let it go that December eleven years ago

When I found out that fairytales never come true

Even with pearl white snow on the ground

And a full moon in the sky

December became to me, forever imprinted on my heart,

The month that good things died

Even as it stood as the month of my birth.

I still love snow

I still love babies

I still love laughing

I still love the moon

I still love love

And every now and then

I let myself gaze into magic

And starlight for brief moments at a time

Before I blow it into prisms of shadow

And watch it fall between my fingers.

I am a child that never grew up inside

Because I was born old

But not by choice

I am a child that never had the chance

To taste true love or feel it touch my face

Because it was always hidden behind a mask of lies

And to this day, I don’t know what it feels like

To be truly loved for more than a moment

Because that is all I have ever been allowed to have

Before the rug is pulled out from under me again.

December is the end of everything to me

The end of the year, the end of dreams

The end of hoping that the new year will be different

From the year before

And it never is, it never is

Every December I feel less needed

And less loved than I did the year before.

Which is funny

Because I love life

I love running and playing

And dancing in snow and rain

I love giving and gifting

And watching the eyes of others light up

When I show them my love

And my thoughtful gift.

And then they are gone

And I wish that I had somebody

That loved me the way I love them

That I had a friend

Exactly like me

That cared for me the way I care.

But December comes

And all those dreams go out the window

With the promised snow

That almost never comes anymore

To cover up the sad brown fields of my life

Instead it comes in with hope

And goes out with hopelessness.

I love friends

I love family

I love sharing myself with others

And helping the helpless and homeless

I love the idea and the ideal and the myth

Of a world with peace on Earth and goodwill to men

But I do not love December

And now you know why.

©By Voo

December 23, 2012

2:17 a.m.

People Made Of Love

soundtrack for piece

People Made of Love

I sit here waiting for the man that I love

The stars are shining in the night skies above

The moon is hanging just over the hill

And all of the world is silent and still.

My love throbs inside me like the beat of a drum

Waiting for him and the moment to come

When my eyes fall upon him and his eyes meet mine

And he kisses my mouth with his own, sweet as wine.

These are moments I cherish

These are moments of bliss

His dark eyes full of passion,

His mouth burning kiss.

I will wait for his shadow to fall upon me

I will wait for his eyes to acknowledge and see

I will wait for his hunger as hungry as mine

To make it's need known, to show me it's sign.

And there in the darkness when the whole world is still

I will give myself to him, I will bend to his will

I will stand there before him with my candle and spark

And we'll love like before and we'll dance in the dark.

He's a phantom and ghost

He's a thief in the night

He's a mythical man

That only lives in my sight.

I conjured him up one night in my mind

And I created him from my own special design

And I loved him to life with my need and my want

And gave him my heart to dwell in and haunt.

And he lives there in shadow, a spectre and myth

The man that I long for and want to be with

Just a thought in my brain that I breathed into form

That took on flesh and blood with no need to be born.

They might say I am mad

And they may rightly think so

But the man that I made out of love

Doesn't know.

He's as real as I am

And I will always be

But what only I know

Is that my lover made me.

He made me of dreams and wishes and wants

And gave me his own heart to dwell in and haunt

And we met in the darkness when the full moon was bright

And we clung to each other and we danced in the night.

And when morning had come with it's bright yellow sun

The night fled away and we two turned to run

For we couldn't exist in the exposure of day

And we held hands there tightly as we faded away.

 But we met soon again

When the white moon was full

And the forces of wanting

With their pleasure and pull.

Drew us back to the yearning

And to love's glowing spark

To take form out of shadow

And to dance in the dark.

I don't know if forever is a word meant for us

We who don't know of breathing or heart beat or pulse

We are creatures of dreams, substantial enough

To take form for short moments

Though we're made out of love.

People made out of love

And magic and dream

Not made like mere mortals

Who are just what they seem.

We are haunting and haunted

And we know of none else

I am created by him

And he sprang from myself.

And now I sit here waiting for the man that I love

Again to appear with the full moon above

The passing of time is a blade that cuts sharp

For people like us that exist in the dark.

We didn't learn how to hold back the time

I just wanted his love and he wanted mine

So we conjured and created but something went wrong

And our moments are magic but they do not last long.

Perhaps one day we'll learn that trick

From magicians who are much more clever

And my love and I can live and love

And dance here in the dark forever........................

©by Voo

June 3, 2019

10:56 p.m.

The late Eva Cassidy,,,my favorite female singer

Fields of Gold

one of my favorite songs

I Can Only Be Me

https://youtu.be/XJSQvVaSim4

You Take My Breath Away

https://youtu.be/QHfxMGEb9iE

SONGBIRD

Ain't No Sunshine

TRUE COLORS

DANNY BOY

ANNIVERSARY

I Know You By Heart

Autumn Leaves

OVER THE RAINBOW

NIGHT BIRD

Bridge Over Troubled Water

Tennessee Waltz

Peaceful Oasis

Philippians 4:7

                                                                                                                      And the peace of God,
                                                                                                                  which passeth all understanding,
                                                                                               shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. 

Music by Dino Kartsonakis