Friday, September 18, 2015

Blind Silence

Friday, September 18, 2015


Blind Silence

by George W. Beasley


Silence is deaf in the mist of great storms.

All you can hear is the rumble of thunder.

The voices scream death. 

Your will to live is disappearing. 


Where am I?

Who can hear me?

It’s dark in the silence.


Invisible, when so many are looking.

All I can see is darkness.

They see, but they won’t help me.


Where am I?

Who can see me?

It’s dark being unseen.


There is one who can hear;

There is one who can see.


Where is He?

He is here.

What is His Name?


Jesus, The Son of God,

Your Redeemer, 

Your Savior.


He loves you.

Can you see?


He loves you. 

Can you hear?



Yes! 


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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Shooter by George W. Beasley



Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Shooter by George W. Beasley



Why did he pull the trigger that day,

Leaving me this way?


I’m still so sad after all these years.

So many tears, so many years.


I often wonder which way did he die?

From the front or from the side?


The voices were loud I know.

Why?


Was it Mother or me?

Brothers and sisters have suffered so much.

The pain goes deep, and the voices are loud.


Daddy, why did you go?

Daddy, I didn’t know.

Why did you go?


The pain before the shot must have been loud.

The pain after the shot still rings now.


Why?

Couldn't you see,

There was so much to me?


I think of you as you stared into my big brown eyes,

Gave me a kiss,

And said goodbye.


I love you so much, even today.

I blamed myself, as it helped the pain.

But figured out that’s not the way.


Daddy, the only thing I can say,

You would be so proud of me this way.


I love you so much, even today.


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