Have You Seen My Love?

Have You Seen My Love?

Figuring Things Out (and the song of my childhood) repost

Wildfire
by Michael Martin Murphy

Figuring Things Out


I don't know why this song 
always touched something
deep inside my soul
It made me think of myself
and I always wondered who had written my story
Cause nobody knew me!
Listening to the song,
I saw myself riding that pony, WildFire
and
dying in the winter
like I'd been born 

I had my own pony named FireBird
who ran like the wind
and was colored bright red and white
He was my best friend, my only friend
And when I rode on his back
I believed I could fly

I was a lonely child
Talking to owls and animals
Like people
and thinking I was going to die
still a child
Because
I didn't want to live
to be an adult
If life as it was
Would continue to be
Life as it was

Wildfire was the fantasy
and
FireBird was the real
but as for me
I've never known......
if I was real or not

©by Voo
April 22, 2019
7:02 a.m.

One of the most awesome things I ever heard

Possibly one of the greatest, most amazing, shocking, awesome things I ever heard!!!!!!!!

My Favorite MST3000 The Leech Woman,,,hysterical!!!!

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.
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