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The Poetry of Matthew Kegans
Poetry Page 2
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Clouds A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Panoramic landscapes Of magnificent billows Fathomless sky-gates So soft as pillows
A picturesque masterpiece So lasting, while always changing Like a never-ending gallery Of a thousand matchless paintings
Fleece of the sky Snowly pure white Sheep drifting by Bathed in sunlight
Cotton of the purest Poisoned by darkness Clouds ever fearless Mighty, unharnessed
Storm clouds of wonder Depthlessly immeasurable Tears amidst the thunder Emptied from heaven’s bowl
As the curtains of the sky That are hung on the stars In the wind they freely fly Thru a prison with no bars
The breath of God blows And they flee to the west At the sniffle of His nose They scatter without rest
The storm is without cease As the clouds gather high But at a word are at peace At the voice of Adonai
For even clouds and rain Are moved by a command They are led by the reign Of the Mighty One's hand
All of nature Yahweh holds They are subject to His Name Clouds of sky His hand molds Always lovely, ne'er the same.
Look for Me A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Look for me in the wind and rain In the gentle breeze and clouds Look for me in trials through pain And as you seek, I'll seek you out
Look for me when things are right Love and unity surround like a wall But keep me in your precious sight When everything around you falls
Look for me during times of peace As brethren dwell and joy abounds Look for me in wars without cease When times of rest cannot be found
Look for me when seeking wisdom In the path of finding what's true Look for me if answers won't come And I will grant my wisdom to you
Look for me in joy and gladness In every blessing which I bestow Look for me in grief and sadness When all that you can feel is woe
Look for me in the light of day As safety guilds you as a crown Look for me if darkness weighs Look for me, but don't look down
Look for me in the depthless skies Where bird and eagle freely soar Look for me where the ocean lies Resting its head upon the shore
Look for me in the raging gorge On every river dancing with joy Look for me in the sunset orange As it fulfills its God-given ploy
Look for me in the mighty mountains On ev'ry cliff I've set in its place Look for me in the thriving fountains Look for me, and seek my face
Look for me, dear son and child Following in my ways and paths Look for me waiting all the while And you will see me gazing back!
A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Deep is calling out to all Is calling out to deep The voices of our brothers call Can't you hear them weep?
From the farthest stretches Of the ground is heard a cry But our nation of wretches Ignores them as they die
Our children stand by day Yet are slaughtered in the night Helpless victims are they Who are defenseless in the fight
Their blood screams for justice From the grave of innocence For the fateful judgment of this Nation will lie in our sins
We are doomed beyond return For the blood that we have shed For all the souls that once did yearn To live, but now are dead
Our hands are stained crimson Our feet wade in their blood We are drowning deep in sin As we're caught up in the flood
And yet we boast in freedom still When freedom forms a chain That bonds our hands as we kill All in freedom's holy name
Our kingdom soon shall fall As divided does it stand For we have come to a wall Of judgment on our land
Even though we had the chance To turn once more to You We through every circumstance Rejected what was true
So let us now incline our ears To hear our brothers’ cry Let us turn back all the years That the innocent did die.
As We Wept by the Rivers A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans Scriptural Reference: Psalm 137
As we wept by the rivers And the streams of Babylon We asked, “Have You considered All that we have undergone?”
We have felt the pain of Egypt And the chains of slavery We have tasted of the hardship Of our waiting to be free
We have had our rightful share Of self-hatred for our nation As we wondered, “Where You there When we cried in lamentation?”
Our shame is as a painful thorn A blemish on our face And like a garment we are torn We are a disgrace
The nations come from all around To laugh at us on high There is no muting out the sound Of their scornful cry
We stand as helpless sheep which Have no shepherd at all For we have fallen deep in a ditch And no one hears our call
So as before, we cry to You To bring us from the grave After all we have been through Your love comes as a wave
For as we sat by Babylon’s shores Repenting in sackcloth and ash You Yahweh opened heaven’s doors As a wave Your mercy did crash
We fell beneath the weight of Your love Speechless at finding Your grace Your favor shined on us from above As You looked on us with Your face
For even though, by our misdeeds We earned separation from You Still You heard our earnest pleads And You gave unto us life anew.
Death of a Dawn A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
A dieing dawn awaits For death to come soon Thru darkened gates Lies her casket of doom
Bleeding red slivers Of blood from her wound Beginning to whither While up comes the moon
Upon her last breath She falls to the floor She meets her death And thus is no more
Once bright and lovely Now clothed with black Never again to be seen And not to come back
She lies in the grave As a blackened veil Crashes like a wave Or a blistering gale
Many hours fly Thru the heart of the night No stirring in sky Not a single star in sight
Solemnity surrounds Governing the dark Silence with no sounds Death looms like an arc
But as the new dawn Shatters the horizon Darkness splits in awe Defeated by its rising
Death is overcome while The sun rises in victory For none could ever anile The power of its energy
The death of a dawn May seem that for a time That death shall lead on But again light will shine.
Desire for Desire A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
There is nothing in this world That I desire but knowing you You’re the treasure and pearl That I seek for in your truth
Temptations come to follow As in wonder, I am amazed But false desire, it is hollow ‘Cause I keep you in my gaze
My desire stirs much deeper Than counterfeit sensations Yahweh is my true redeemer His sacrament, my salvation
I desire to follow you Lord Every one of my given days Your word is my own sword And a lamp unto my ways
I know that your streams Aren’t dry, but flourishing For by them you will lead Me by your pastures green
Your word satisfies me Like honey to my lips I seek it with striving To feel your gentleness
So with this great desire To know you, Father God Please come set me a-fire With your spirit and awe
My plea and my prayer To be intimate with you To keep the flame a-flare Giving thanks in all I do
So let not my heart’s fire In vain, be blown away Instead, let it grow brighter So your word I may obey
And in all I say and do With this passionate desire May the glory be to you Your name be lifted higher.
Echoes in the Still A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Your voice utters deep Into the depths of my soul Like water does it seep Into my heart's open hole
It rises far above All my unspoken fears Words of hope and love That wipe away my tears
It continues to rise Above the world around As a prophet prophesies All will hear the sound
It will break through darkness Shattering the atmosphere As the world around hearkens Above the silence it will sear
Above the greatest shout Rising ever still Beyond the highest mount And every high hill
The final judgment will arise With spoken word of justice Which will turn all open eyes To see the God of oneness
None will have not known Of he who reigns on high Who sits upon the throne Beyond the endless sky
All will hear and see And know that he is God Bowing on their knee Every head in nod
For no one can drown out Hashem's spoken word No loud noise or shout Will keep him from being heard
He will speak into the silence With echoes in the still Beyond the growing violence As a city upon a hill.
Everlasting One A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Flowers fade Sunlight dies Shadows raid The twilight skies
Trees smolder Plants expire Earth is colder And set to fire
Wind goes way Water dries fast And every day Dies in the past
Earth is broken The skies shatter Ground splits open Swallows matter
All is gone As is its fate A futile pawn In checkmate
All will die And all will fall For drawing neigh Is our downfall
We are passing As a train Never lasting We are vain
Life is spent Time has slipped A garment rent Torn and ripped
So what do we do With this futile life Can we make it thru This pain and strife?
There is a hope and dream Beneath the beating sun No matter what it may seem He’s the Everlasting One.
Flame of Passion A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Finding none to be deserving Of my love and desire Than He who I am serving With my passion set a-fire
Seeing none as being rightful To receive all of my praise I find it much delightful To worship Him all my days
Worthy, none are found To undertake His name We all fall to the ground As humbly, we proclaim
You are the mighty one You are holy still You are God's own son Prophesy fulfilled
We are less than capable Of beholding your beauty You choose to dwell in our souls So we may know You truly
With You we become one As You dwell in our hearts In the flame of passion We are then broken apart
You melt into our being You open our blinded eyes Now we are truly seeing Our hearts becoming wise
From You nothing is hidden All is open to Your sight All the shadows are ridden With Your blinding light
Your are searching deep Into the depths of our souls Like water that does seep Filling up our open holes
We are touched as we try To with You become one To our flesh we now die In Your flame of passion.
Ladder of Deceit A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
The lies of a fool Are as a hammer Each lie is a tool Building a ladder
Rungs of deceit Made by his hands His own two feet On it do stand
The ladder is tall The ladder's a-sway From it he’ll fall If he follows the way
And swaying indeed Shall it fall upon him To death it shall lead For deception is sin
A trap is his mouth That He sets for himself He won't escape out Of the pit which he dwells
A deep stairwell Founded on trickery Bidding farewell To he who misleads
Only truth will free Him from his own chains Only then will he be Free from death's pains
Gossip and slander Will no longer be His might and power His everything
So remember that as The lies of a fool are Like the pit and trap Keep away, stay far
So watch what you say And watch your two feet Be sure and keep away From the Ladder of Deceit.
Lights A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
In a flame, on a candlestick In the sun so shining bright A burning fire upon a wick The radiance of golden light
We are guilded as we gather Around the table of cheer With all the things we’d rather Do, yet we are here
With the ones that we love And the ones that love us too And the Father God above As the center of all we do
For all are joined as one In the light of the menorah With the dreidles and fun And the sweetness of Torah
The sufganiot we all enjoy We eat latkes ‘round the table We sing sweet songs of joy Telling tales of truth and fable
Peace is flowing thru the house Love is burning like a flame Joy is showing forth in shouts As in our praise we proclaim
That Yahweh reigns on high He’s our great deliverer By His hand we did not die For He is our preserver
Through all the battles waged We won by Yahweh’s hand Even when the enemy raged By His strength we stand
Nothing can take us No one can break us We stand strong as a tree When all else forsakes us Endless we raise up A shout of victory
We will persist and we will go on We will not turn from the way Even when the light of our dawn Sets, we give thanks to Yahweh.
Look for Me A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Look for me in the wind and rain In the gentle breeze and clouds Look for me in trials through pain And as you seek, I'll seek you out
Look for me when things are right Love and unity surround like a wall But keep me in your precious sight When everything around you falls
Look for me during times of peace As brethren dwell and joy abounds Look for me in wars without cease When times of rest cannot be found
Look for me when seeking wisdom In the path of finding what's true Look for me if answers won't come And I will grant my wisdom to you
Look for me in joy and gladness In every blessing which I bestow Look for me in grief and sadness When all that you can feel is woe
Look for me in the light of day As safety guilds you as a crown Look for me if darkness weighs Look for me, but don't look down
Look for me in the depthless skies Where bird and eagle freely soar Look for me where the ocean lies Resting its head upon the shore
Look for me in the raging gorge On every river dancing with joy Look for me in the sunset orange As it fulfills its God-given ploy
Look for me in the mighty mountains On ev'ry cliff I've set in its place Look for me in the thriving fountains Look for me, and seek my face
Look for me, dear son and child Following in my ways and paths Look for me waiting all the while And you will see me gazing back!
Man of Mystery A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I am the whisper in the breeze I am the cloud from whence it came I am the water in the seas I am the horizon’s thinning plain
I am the sunset doomed to die I am the midnight flame a-flare I am the diamond-studded sky I am the cool, brisk evening air
I am the waking morning glow I am the broken sunrise glass I am the new day’s hasty flow I am the dew upon the grass
I am the bird, I am the nest I am the sweet song that it sings I am the earth’s eternal rest I am the new life that it brings
I am the river and the stream I am the water in their hold I am its tranquil, lucid gleam I am the rapids raging bold
I am the fish in playful flight I am life in bounteous measure I am the deer’s enduring might I am the forest’s unmet pleasure
I am the seamless heaven-portal I am the golden atmosphere I am the face of the mountain mortal I am the sky’s first falling tear
I am the scent, I am the smell I am the flower and its blush I am the trees and leaves that fell I am the wind’s sweet, solemn hush
I am the storm, I am the calm I am the wind, I am the rain I am the bending, waving palm I am nature’s commanding reign
I am the basis of the earth I am the dust, I am the sea I am treasure, I am worth I am the Man of Mystery.
Nature’s Gold A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Light, so perfect in nature Bright, in every which way Night, scatters like vapor As light, sheds pure rays
Piercing the shadows Shattering the dawn Thrusting like arrows Bleeding light all upon
Precious gift from above Blessing all who are below Flying like a gentle dove Granting life to all bestow
Revealing as truth in store Aiding blinded eyes to see Yah’s creation all the more Giving life to those in need
Into dark thus it shines Through shadows aplenty Vast radiance that blinds Robbing darkness empty
Corners once clouded With blanketing shade Now become crowded With brightness’ raid
A sword blazing clear In the openness of day Striking endless fear To all in darkness lay
But a safeguard to those Living amongst the light In what they are clothed Encircled by bountiful life
Immense luminosity A power beyond compare Endowment for all to see A greatness that is fair
But higher than any portrayal Of what this stands to behold Is He who has never so failed To grant to us Nature’s Gold.
Ode to a King A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I speak it thru peace and quiet “Bless the name Yeshua!” I shout it thru the raging riot “Bless the name Yeshua!”
I sing it in the noonday air “Bless the name Yeshua!” I utter it most everywhere “Bless the name Yeshua!”
Thru my joy and in my laughter “Bless the name Yeshua!” Amidst my sadness, even after “Bless the name Yeshua!”
I confess it in my midday prayers “Bless the name Yeshua!” Aside from all my thoughts and cares “Bless the name Yeshua!”
As a whisper in a gentle hush “Bless the name Yeshua!” A lyrical, quick flowing rush “Bless the name Yeshua!”
As often as the morning new “Bless the name Yeshua!” In everything for him I do “Bless the name Yeshua!”
In my spoken word and silence “Bless the name Yeshua!” In the calm and thru all violence “Bless the name Yeshua!”
In life and death, all circumstance “Bless the name Yeshua!” With all my breath, and in my dance “Bless the name Yeshua!”
Forever and again, I say “Bless the name Yeshua!” In silent prayer as I pray “Bless the name Yeshua!”
No matter if I feel or not “Bless the name Yeshua!” Even thru the battle fought “Bless the name Yeshua!”
Rebuke A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
You bless Hashem Yet you turn from his ways I ask, “How then? Are you favored by Yahweh?”
If you seek God’s will Follow his commands Only then will he fulfill And exact his plans
But if you blatantly refuse The truth he has in store Then how can Yahweh use You to do anything more?
A blessing and a curse He sets before us now The blessing, if we learn The curse, if we turn down
Such simplicity is within What he commanded for us The curse comes with sin The blessing with his Torah
He wills for us to prosper When we follow in his path Yahweh alone is the Father And we’re his children that
He loves to bless and water As we grow strong in his ways For he is the almighty potter And we are as formless clay
A chosen nation set apart Are what we are in Christ From Egypt he took us far To live holy set apart lives
So why do we go on living Apart from Yahweh’s laws? If we carry on pretending From his branch we’ll be cut off
You look but you do not see You follow with blinded eyes I rebuke, turn back to Yahweh Or in end, you shall justly die.
A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Why? Oh why? We question why That in your sight We fall and we die
Our enemies scorn They laugh in disdain Our nation is torn As we cry out in pain
Would you consider? That we are your own We have grown bitter As we ache and moan
We were as sheep In your tender herd Now we are weak And broken and hurt
Our cries of despair Fall to the ground Is anyone there? Is there hope to be found?
We sit in our sorrow In sackcloth and ashes No hope of tomorrow Our past is but flashes
But then Yahweh Begins to speak clear And what he’s to say Puts our hearts in fear
“You deserted the path That I told you to do You’ve turned my wrath Once more upon you
Your sin I can't stand And your righteous deeds I have turned my hand And my ear from your pleads
But if you’ll go from Your old wicked ways And receive my Son Again, you’ll find grace.
Shadows A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Death’s broken shadow Falls over the land The earth is made fallow And none can stand
The light is now faded All goodness has left The morning is raided In every single cleft
The world slumbers on Unaware with no cares Like a motionless faun Into blankness it stares
Poisoned in blindness Numb to these feelings Enduring in blitheness Complacent in dealings
They walk and talk Pretending all’s fine Ignoring the shock That comes in time
But you can't ignore What’s real and what’s true There is still a war That’s fighting ‘gainst you
For if you just go on Ignoring the fact That your own dawn Has turned black
In time you will die Fade like a breeze And question why Did I choose ease?
When I could’ve lived For a purpose, an intention Instead all I would give Was the very least pension
So when the shadows fall Upon your barren waste-land Give everything, your all So in time to come you'll stand.
Strings of Melody A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Once upon a crack in time When love was yet fulfilled There were melodies in rhyme In the silence ever stilled
Truth had been but fable yet In the world of youthliness For into motion all were set Life remained in the Abyss
None were found guiltless still For all had fallen far below Redemption would not come until Mercy show for all to know
For love was but a melody As faded echoes in the still Had not come for all to see Til prophesy would be fulfill
The lovely sound of His voice Shattered thru the atmosphere Love was shown by a choice So that all could now draw near
To the spotless Lamb of God Cleansed of all impurity So on the Road we may trod Toward the wedding Jubilee
Where there will be joy at last Free from sin and free from pain Where before His throne we’ll cast Praises to His holy name
And as we shout to Him on high Our praises rise to Him alone As melodies flowing in one cry Incense burning on His throne
For our voices are as instruments Strings of melody and song That have not been ever since The beginning of the rising throng
But ever still they echo on Resounding in the halls of time To our God they rightly belong Strings of melody and rhyme.
Tears From Heaven A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
As the rain on-pours I think of the seas That laps the shores And meets the breeze
But as I imagine My vision does wane I cannot fathom What really is rain?
It hails in downfalls It sheds in white sleet So softly it crowns all Thru cold and in heat
Some count it a blessing Rained down from above So sweet and refreshing Like a heaven-sent dove
It fills the rivers With waters anew Pouring in slivers And streams of dew
Heaven’s sweet mist Embraces the earth A supple brazen kiss Of priceless worth
New life it brings To every creation Upon all things Is found its libation
But amidst the skies Is hidden God’s face He weeps and he cries For our own embrace
He mourns in the rain For his sons and daughters His sorrow and his pain Is shown through rainwaters
Still his love does endure In the skies that are clouded In the heavens mixed a-blur Yes in it his love is shrouded.
The Beholder A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
But what is beauty? In the eye of him Who seeks it truly A priceless gem
A pearl of value To be so desired For it shall you Give all required
And what is creed? Of he who follows His yearning to be All that he knows
To seek hard after His path of choice Pursuing his aspir- Ation with all joys
What to one may be Of heartfelt intent Another might see Of pure insolence
What is to a man The love of his life Another one can Deem as not right
And what is to one His heart’s longing Another will shun Thinking it wrongly
But who can judge Another man’s soul? His heart, his love His purpose and goal
So this must we ask Are we looking inside? Do we seek to grasp What another holds high?
Despite right or wrong Stronger, wiser or older True beauty lies upon The eye of the beholder.
The Cry of Our Brothers A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Deep is calling out to all Is calling out to deep The voices of our brothers call Can't you hear them weep?
From the farthest stretches Of the ground is heard a cry But our nation of wretches Ignores them as they die
Our children stand by day Yet are slaughtered in the night Helpless victims are they Who are defenseless in the fight
Their blood screams for justice From the grave of innocence For the fateful judgment of this Nation will lie in our sins
We are doomed beyond return For the blood that we have shed For all the souls that once did yearn To live, but now are dead
Our hands are stained crimson Our feet wade in their blood We are drowning deep in sin As we're caught up in the flood
And yet we boast in freedom still When freedom forms a chain That bonds our hands as we kill All in freedom's holy name
Our kingdom soon shall fall As divided does it stand For we have come to a wall Of judgment on our land
Even though we had the chance To turn once more to You We through every circumstance Rejected what was true
So let us now incline our ears To hear our brothers’ cry Let us turn back all the years That the innocent did die.
The Day I Died A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Once upon a time ago When I was of my own My savior I did not know I was king upon my throne
I followed none, I listened not To what the people said I did not know the fight I fought Would soon find me dead
I went along with the flow That spread far from the river I did not know where it would go Down my spine was sent a shiver
I followed down a road of fright For little I could see But I could see my end in sight No hope of eternity
The road lead to where I dreaded A placer of death and doom I soon knew where I was headed Was where my death did loom
No matter where I did turn I could not escape out Of the fire which I would burn No one would hear my shout
Now had come my demise My end was near in sight Darkness filled up my skies Until there was no light
I groped for breath For breath I had not Here was my death The battle’d been fought
But then my savior came To die within my place I’d never be the same After I saw his face
But still upon that day To myself I said goodbye Though in a different way To myself I did die.
The Gift of Life A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
As fragile as glass Is life’s gentle touch In time it does pass But loved is it much
It comes and it goes It lasts in our hearts As the wind it blows But painf’lly it parts
Some take it for granted This thing we call life As a tree that is planted Ignored and walked by
While some seek to steal What’s not justly theirs They murder and kill With no thought or cares
And still they go on They walk their own way The suns sets upon Their guilt and their pain
They live and endure Through the shadow of tears Their mind is a blur As they go through the years
And it all began When they gave up the gift They left their stand And they fell off the cliff
Yes, life is so precious A gift from above ‘Twas for us to relish And giv’n out of love
For upon the cross Laid our precious savior His life was at loss So that he could save ours
So just remember this As you go upon your way That life is as a gift That is given by Yahweh.
The History Writer A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Through silent word By unsaid thought By dreams unheard History is wrought
Through actions vast And measures small By works of the past Is fashioned our call
Through chances taken Our hope hasn’t waned By credence unforsaken Our vision is sustained
Such has been our way of life To control our own destiny Bringing only pain and strife Unhappiness and misery
As we've forsaken God our Lord So he's forsaken us likewise We fall by the sharpened sword Under the bloodstained skies
We thought our future we knew As a potter at the wheel But stubbornly our nation grew Openly welcoming Sheol
For of nothing we are capable With not the strength given us By God Hashem all powerful Mighty, great and always just
We are humble vessels through Which his glory is displayed For our destiny’s to humbly do Everything he has conveyed
We are weak and he is strong We are few and he is great Let us praise him just as long As he directs our given fate
Though we are builders of time Striving to make darkness lighter Our flame has but little shine Compared to the History Writer.
The Light of God A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
The tears I have cried In my sorrow and mourn Flow deep and wide From my heart that is torn
Gathered are my tears In a bottle of glass From all of the years Now withered like grass
Darkness shadows The light of your face The ground fallows And lessens my pace
Now my feet stumble As I go on ahead I ache and I grumble I am all but dead
I fight through the trees To find where you are I swim through the seas To search near and far
But when my heart cries You hear my every prayer I look for your eyes To know that you're there
Your love has washed me And cleansed my being I'm bathed in your mercy And becoming clean
For you have rescued My soul from sure death My heart is renewed I'm breathing new breath
You were the comfort Whenever I cried For you are my lover You're on my side
So now I can walk With God in my sight With him I can talk I walk in his light.
The Name A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans Based off of Exodus 34 verses 5-7
Hashem, Hashem The name above all Once and again It was said to recall
His love and mercy To forgive every sin Taking all misdeeds Casting them to wind
A compassionate God Is our savior Yahweh Temptation he does not Set in the sinner’s way
Slow to anger is he Gracious and kind To him who seeks The truth will he find
Preserver of kindness To a thousand generations Clothed with highness Standing over the nations
Forgiver of offense Both known and accidental He who does cleanse Imperfection from our souls
So sacred is his name For any mouth to confess No man shall take in vain But surely, he shall bless
Too great to be spoken From lips without honor It shall not be broken With curses lain on ‘er
For he is high above Every mortal man Gentle as a dove Peaceful as a lamb
And to anyone who calls On his name will be saved Bestowed with life eternal He who trusts in The Name.
The New I Am A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I've left the man that I once was To find the Man of my Dreams My mind is a blur, a mist, a fuzz The world is not what it seems
I've taken the road few have gone A path of much uncertainty The journey of love I've set upon To find truth in this mystery
My past has forsaken my life My present lies charred in the flame My future is broken in strife And I will never be quite the same
For I am changed beyond return To a man that lives for one cause I've gone thru flame without a burn And I run without wait or pause
The race is set before my feet The road lies open to me But will I stand amidst the heat In blindness will I see?
So many questions unanswered As a road block on my way No clues left, and not a word No one to lead me every day
I question "Did I choose right? And follow the true way to go? Did I keep my Savior in sight? Or only seek what I know?"
These questions, they haunt me As I walk and as I sleep I think of Hashem and all that He Commanded me to keep
Sorrowf'lly I turn my face away As He looks at me in love Ashamed that I had turned astray From the Father God above
He tells me of the man I was And reminds me of the Lamb Now I return to Him because I'm becoming The New I Am.
The One of Old A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
To every weak and weary soul There is one who is strong He will heal and make you whole All the weak to him belong
To every man and child alike Suff'ring from a painful loss There is one who offers life He gave his own upon a cross
To every broken-hearted one Torn within and wounded deep There is one who gave his son To die for you, your soul to keep
To every man wandering Striving hard to find what’s true To every one that’s pondering There is one who offers truth
To every fallen child of God There is hope to find the light No matter where he has trod There is peace amidst the fight
To every person filled with fear Crying aloud all night through There is one who’s always near He’ll never leave or forsake you
To every woman still unsure Of who or what is real in life There is one whose love is pure With pow'r to overcome strife
To every lost soul searching hard In the maze of space and time There is one who’s never far For he who seeks will truly find
To every youth at death’s last stand Prepared to let it slip away There is one who holds out his hand To rescue those in death's sway
He is the ancient of days Whom the prophets foretold He is worthy of our praise He's the mighty One of Old.
The Road of Life A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I was driving on a road one day Just singing a song Not caring bout the words I’d say I was just going along
I passed beside the signs Not caring what they said I kept straight to the lines Just driving on ahead
My mind was of my own I ignored all the people There I was, all alone As I drove by a steeple
I looked high up at it I didn’t think very much In my seat I still did sit I reached for the clutch
But my hand was drawn aback When I heard a strange voice Into my seat I then sat back I listened without a choice
He spoke so soft and kind His words were of pure gold He spoke into my mind And I listened to what he told
I hadn’t thought or question Of who or what he was I knew he was from heaven I knew it just because
He held me in his tender grip Protecting like a wall He was a lighthouse to my ship When I was in a squall
I followed him then onwards As he lead me on his road I can't describe in any words The love to me he showed
My savior turned me around When I didn’t have a clue His great love I truly found And he gave me life anew.
The Squirrel A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Once upon a time On a day within the spring In a lovely paradise Lived a squirrel, in a tree
This squirrel was like any other He gathered nuts as he went out He had a father and a mother Whom he cared very much about
Now it happened upon one day In this family of loving squirrels That the child ventured to say “Father, I wish to see the world.”
So the father, though sadly Permitted his son to go And in tears, with the family Bid his son well on road
Days preceded days Months followed months He gained the praise Of those he was amongst
He lived in mock rejoicing With many friends indeed With pride and in boasting Over his sworn enemies
But a day did finally come When he in bliss freedom Found himself stuck among A trap he couldn’t free from
His friends did quickly scatter Leaving him with no word He cried aloud, but no matter How loud, he was not heard
He recalled his father’s words “Among all in life, find truth Truth will set you free, so learn Binding cords it will loose.”
Now as he cried, close nearby Among the trees in the forest Was one who heard his cry One who truly cared for him
His father had kept a close eye His every move he watched He had beheld him in his sight As he slept, and he walked
When he heard this loud shout He quickly ran to his son’s side From the trap he pulled him out And saved his son’s dear life
But in saving his son’s life Far into the trap he slipped He carried his son’s plight Just so his son might live
The squirrel stood in wonder Astounded at what he’d done His father laid there under The trap of his transgression
He cried there unendingly He wept the tears of repentance Realizing how horrendously His father paid for his sentence
He deeply mourned for his father Remaining there three long days He went, and brought his mother Finding none, where he once lay!
They searched, but found no one In the forest, far, deep, and wide They grieved, the mother and son For both husband and father died
They began to leave for home In spirits of sadness and dismay They returned to their tree alone Wishing vainly he’d not gone away
They entered their lonely tree Expecting not to find any there But what their eyes beheld to see Was something they could not bear
What beheld they in their sight Was not father, husband, or friend But a redeemer clothed in white Who loved them both unto the end.
The Three Sons A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
A Father had three sons He loved them all the same And to each and every one He gave them their own name
The first he named Tzaeyutan He loved him very much so And every day that he grew on His Father helped him grow
Tzaeyutan loved his Father too And deep from his heart did he Follow what he told him to do And his Father he was pleased
The second son was unlike he In many, many ways His given name was Anokeyee He always disobeyed
And though he truly knew His Father’s love was great He defied what he said to do Taking for granted his grace
His Father did still love him But broken was his heart He tried to keep him ‘way sin But Anokeyee did depart
The third son wasn’t like the two Not like his fellow brothers His Father’s way he swore to do But he didn’t love the others
He followed all the ways That his own Father gave But then he turned away From his Father that day
His name was Rabbinei He was strict and unkind He walked the Father’s way But no favor did he find
Now you’ve heard the story told Of the Father’s sons three And the roads that they followed But which son will you be?
The Wind Whispers A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Solemn, sweet whispers I hear through the breeze It fades and it withers Yet remains like the seas
It tells of great things That no one has heard The song that it sings Hold wond'rous words
All the myst’ries within Fill my heart with wonder For these sacred winds Have never gone asunder
Ancient like mountains Enduring as the sun Flowing like fountains Evermore on the run
It shouts and it speaks It brings on the tide It cries and it shrieks It flows deep and wide
As strong as an urge That’s pushing you forth With every strong surge That flows from the north
Comes the breath of God His voice, his utterance His strong prevailing rod His lasting governance
Great and commanding Still soft as a lovesong Forever-long standing Has never gone wrong
And in it he speaks His love for mankind He looks and he seeks He searches and finds
For his Spirit inhabits The wind like many rivers It flows and it crashes But oh, the wind whispers.
Unfailing Love A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
My heart is overwhelmed By this unfailing love Of what it is, I cannot tell Or what it is made of
All I know is that He gives It when I don’t deserve It is the reason why I live And why I choose to serve
To serve Yahweh for all my days Obeying His commands It's for His love I offer praise And why in Him I stand
This love surpasses all Mankind has ever known That even when we fall His kindness is still shown
But quick to bring us to our knees When in lofty pride we boast Just as the ocean fills the seas But halts abruptly at the coast
It’s endless and forever A love beyond compare He offers it whenever We feel He is not there
So every time I’m sad And no one cares for me I’m angry and I’m mad His love does set me free
It never goes away I can feel it in my soul I thank Him when I pray His love makes me whole
And for His love do I Press on in knowing Him For all my sins He died That my soul He’d win
So as I live in sight Of the Father God above His love I don’t take light Oh, His Unfailing Love.
Walking with Him A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Every day is a gift I give That you may greatly prosper But this I ask, will you live In all the ways of the Father?
Yes you praise and glorify me And love me with your heart So open up your eyes and see The path that I have set apart
These I have commanded you To follow with all your being So start afresh this morning new Lift up your voice and to me sing
Give me glory in more than just Singing songs and bringing praise Turn away from your sinful lust And follow me for all your days
I wish to see you prosper in Everything you do for me But how so? If still in sin You vainly try to be pleasing
My ways are to safeguard you If you will firmly safeguard them So walk in them to faithf’lly do And you’ll be blessed by Hashem
But there is more than what it seems In these ways that I’ve laid down To follow them through loving me And daily laying down your crown
Do not think that you are redeemed Through any works of your own Or by any way that you have deemed For it’s only by God’s blood alone
He is the only rightful way That we can come before his face It’s not by anything we say It’s only by his love and his grace
There is nothing that we can do In works or obedience to him But it’s only by and in and thru His blood that we are washed from sin.
We Said We Said A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
We said, “God won't care If we sin this one time” We said, “He’s not here Why should God mind?”
We said, “We’ve no need for His ways in our lives” We said, “He’s no more For to us he has died”
We said, “He’s forsaken us! He’s brought us here to die At least being the slaves of Egypt, we ate and survived”
We said, “Moses has gone So make us idols of stone” We said, “For there is none To lead us, we’re all alone”
We said, “Give us a king To justly rule our land Like the nations we’ll be For then, we will stand”
We said, “These prophets These prophets shall die! They’re liars and scoffers Of a king, prophesying”
A king who will reign Over all of creation A kingdom he’ll bring To rule all the nations
We said, “This Yeshua Claiming to be Adonai This King, the Jews of He shall be crucified!”
We rebelled we turned away From Hashem the Lord God Still for us, God died to save Man, from his wrathful rod
We said, yes, we said But now I stand to say Never, ever, ever again Will we reject Yahweh.
What Hath a Man A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
What hath a man knowledge? Hath he knowledge alone Without the wisdom To truly know
And what hath a man riches? Be it riches, no more If he hath not the richness Of eternal store
What hath a man power? To rule all the lands When come final hour He shall not stand
And what hath a man life? Spent in vain, null and empty If not through Jesus Christ We are wholly redeemed
What hath a man all these? Knowledge, riches, power, life For death comes as a thief To steal all that we hold tight
As fragile as a butterfly Here one day, gone the next Like a passing wind, is life That’s come but now has left
A fleeting instant in infinity A glance at a passing train Makes us question, “What have we? How long will we remain?”
So what really do have we? But futile dreams and visions Why do we so vainly seek? In manners of self ambitions
Oh, how wretched a man That seeks only his will Rejecting the command Of him, his breath he fills
Oh, how blessed a man Hath he salvation within Then he will fin’lly stand With the King in heaven.
What I’ve Done A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
My past has come To haunt my heart All that I’ve done It tears me apart
My dreams of old Are nightmares of present My thoughts untold Have come to bring torment
It’s never relenting This torturous pain I pray in repenting But still it remains
The sins I’ve committed Have poisoned me deep My being's afflicted I cry out and weep
In anguish and misery Thru puddles of blood All that is within me Is drowned in a flood
Ev’ry dream and desire I have had in my life Is burnt within the fire Of my pain and strife
I’m left to endure This road of despair To die is for sure But when or where?
Misery surrounds Like a wretched wall I’m tied up in bounds To the ground I fall
In brokenness I grope My life is at a loss But then returns the hope Of the blessed cross
The blood that was spilt Was the blood of God’s own Son He washed away my guilt And forgave all that I’ve done.
Wintertime A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
The skies are seamless The ground is white The climate is ceaseless Seems ready to fight
I look all around me Thru the beauteous sky Wonder churns deep In the twinkle of my eye
I cherish the scene As I catch my breath So soft and serene And so far from death
I look through the forest In spellbound wonder Oh how the wind flowest From hence and sunder
It goes where it’s told And stops suddenly Bestowing white gold Upon every tree
The breeze is a kiss Blown upon my face So gracefully bliss Is its gentle embrace
The air is so chill But sweet as a song My breath it does fill So I can sing 'long
Down falls the snow From heavenly storerooms Descending in a flow From the cloud that looms
It blankets the ground In long endless fleets No blemish be found Upon these bles't sheets
Oh, this winter season Above all, beyond compare And It's the only reason That springtime is so fair.
A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
The heavens shatter in anticipation The skies grow cold with their tears The rivers crash on, in fear they run For the Wait held back in these years
The trees fade like the flowers of field The rocks cry out to the ground The desert blooms with no hope of yield And the birds go on without sound
In restless onslaught the wind whips Cascading through echoes and screams The mountains crumble as water rips Through the violent dashes of streams
Clouds gather in great fields of gray Turbines of fusion rage through The seas writhe all through the day As ever their strength they renew
The towering skies are mixed a blur As crashes of light break the dawn Calamity strikes untamed as it were Till all peace as we know it is gone
The Seals are broken in final recall For judgment will reign on the earth The nations rage and so will they all When their portion will be but mirth
For dreams may come and times pass In the shadow of what is still to be But the essence of truth shall ever last Though the eyes of men fail to see
For listening still, they shall not hear And walking, they will turn away In the paths of unrest they shall fear And in revile, go upon their way
For upon the storm of justice He rides To deliver the wicked their due But the righteous who in Him confides Shall be washed thru and thru
All those who endure He will reward For those who in Him are found Sin and death'll be put to the sword When the bells of time resound.
In The Waiting A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Today I face the world anew But find myself drawn back There is much that I could do But my vision is in lack
Today I join the battle rage Beneath the wind-torn sun It seems that I am in a cage And there's little to be done
I feel the goal within my reach I taste the victory The will of God do I beseech To be all I can be
I hunger for the truth indeed And seek to be approved I see the vision and I plead I'll not be illy moved
But as the vision fills my heart My mind comes to a still As north and south are torn apart So my mind is 'gainst my will
I see the path is set before But cannot set upon My destiny I can't ignore But nor can I go on
I'm torn between the now and then And all that's in the middle The question of time is truly, when? But it still remains a riddle
It's like I'm falling farther from Where I first began My song's dimmed to but a hum And I'm doing all I can
But all I can is good enough When waiting seems the longer Measures that are truly tough Will only make you stronger
And stronger still will you endure The trials that are fading Seeing clear, you know for sure Your calling in the waiting.
Regrets A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I felt it come so dreadful still Like poison to my heart It slowly crept against my will And painf'ly tore me 'part
I tried to fight it off of me But it would not let go I cried until I could not see And it continued to grow
It hit me hard as brick or stone And it would not stay ‘way I wanted just to be left alone But it kept on in its way
For my regrets, like crimson red Have stained my soul scarlet They killed inside till I was dead And would not let me forget
There was nothing to be done And not a word to speak There was no place I could run For I was far too weak
I tried and I tried to leave them behind But nothing could seem to redeem They left my soul with no hope to find And I became lost in a dream
And into this dream I fell in so deep Until all my strength was far lost For my regrets I could no longer keep And no more could I pay the cost
A Man of Peace had come to take The fears that for so long did reign It was not for me nor my own sake But because He'd suffered in pain
I came near just to know His name And touch His hands with my own From that time on I was not the same For this Man was a man I had known
He was the one who shattered my fears And threw my regrets to the wind He was the Man, who thru all the years Forgave me whenever I sinned.
Sea Of Fears A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I stood by the waters and watched for the tide To carry my fears to the sea I scanned 'cross the ocean, how far, how wide And begged for it to take me
The waves broke the shore as if to say "The time is near for your end" It battled the wind thru night and day Deflecting the attacks it'd send
I stood by the waters, my soul at its edge My tears mixed in with the flows The shore it at all, was little a hedge The fend off the ear-piercing blows
The sparkle and shine, their luster had lost The glass, long shattered had stood The wind-whipped cascades, ever toss'd Lay broken beneath heaven's hood
My heart if still, would these reflect Weighed down by the darkening sun Crashing at long, and far from perfect At best, as the blood-stained horizon
So there I stood, the wind in my hair Still failing to see through the gray Though having sought long it wasn't there The ship that would take me away
Long dead were my hopes, and soon would I be Were not faith to shatter the sky My vision was blurring to where I couldn't see And all I could question was why
Then across the horizon I saw a ship That embedded in me such desire Past the storms and waves did it slip 'Cross the horizon blazing with fire
All of a sudden from out of the blue The storm and waves were at peace The now-silent air, how ever it grew Twas as calm as the autumn breeze
I knew right then this ship came for me Twas for it I had waited all these years For once in a lifetime I felt truly free Now that the ship had taken my fears.
The Colors Of Love A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
The colors of love, a picture paint Diverse and skilled, it flows Bright and pure, still ever quaint On canvas that ever grows
Truth and justice are the brush The heart, the palette within Slow and gentle the colors rush Across the horizons of men
Enduring it lasts above all else To speak of the memories of old The heart's intent surely it tells With hope love never grows cold
For love will not fail in doing good As sure as the sun in the sky To turn from the day if ever it could In truth, shall it break if it try
The rays of love emblazon the dawn Like shadows, all else disappear Nothing is left but the essence upon Which love has dispelled ev'ry fear
For where love is no fear shall be found In the company of Him we adore All our despair is brought to the ground As we come to know Him more and more
Love shall not be quenched by flame Nor drowned by waters or wind In love is no hurt, nor envy or shame But is open to all who have sin'd
It trickles like water to those in need And brings life wherever it shall go It searches until it finds ready seed And in mercy will it help it to grow
The colors of love infuse the new day With speckles of truth in-between How majestic it tis a marv'lous array Like the day, it's for all to be seen
For life is the plain of love's masterpiece The window of God's home above Forever it lasts, and it shall not cease To shine forth His true colors of love.
The Final Cause A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Everlast, the fears have come To take me from your way The feeling's gone, I am numb And I've no words to say
The time is ticking down to par And drawing near to close Though time is short, it is far As the distant past grows
The reasons are becoming clear Of the things still to be done Just as the changing atmosphere Of the heavens stained with sun
The daylight flitters like a flame But soon shall be erased Until the moon is full in fame With doom, light is faced
The heavens tremble as they stir The ground is growing cold The time of judgment is for sure As was prophesied of old
For waiting still, creation groans For the day of heaven's peace But violence utters from the thrones Of the King's sworn enemies
For much is still to be fulfilled Before that awesome day And much blood is to be spilled In preparing the way
The final cause is heaven's goal As bread is to the baker The Spirit of God is to the soul As man is to his Maker
And for the purpose of His name We are brought forth in power For we were made to proclaim The great need of this hour
There are souls that ever wait And travail as they yearn But none can yet deny the fate Of the day of His return.
Timeless Bounds A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Everything with bounds are tied Imprisoned in the now For even life to death has died As low, it's made to bow
Yes life is to its limit held And no one can resist Even nature is compelled To succumb to this
The forests stretch heavenward Yet are consumed in flame The mountains soar like the bird Yet crumble all the same
The fingered fields touch the sky But yield come harvest tide The rain thunders in boastful cry Yet is purged from its abide
The oceans ever wage their war To conquer all it meets But bounds are set upon the shore To quell the rising fleets
Even earth and sky are chained To stay within their abode For the sky in its trying feigned In straying far from its road
And gravity in barrier still Has labored in its upward climb Ev'ry stride up sky-bound hill Has ever run since birth of time
And as all come to their demise With staff in hand or hence unprepared To take Death's hand and meet her eyes In bounds of life, how have men faired?
Were their lives so vainly spent? Or worth the Cause, in end to pay For all will soon come to judgment On that great and terrible day
These are questions of the past But are true in the present grounds Which forever will always last To find us in these timeless bounds.
Trusting A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
I am a blind man on a road But I don't walk the road of the blind I follow the paths my God has showed For as I seek, the truth shall I find
I am a deaf man listening hard But I don't listen to what the deaf speak My ears are open but under guard So always and ever I will remain meek
I am a foreigner in this strange land But I don't come as a stranger to You I walk in Your shadow led by Your hand For as I trust You'll guide me through
I am one thirsty for water to drink But I do not thirst for what is dry I search not for oceans that I may sink But only for what will truly satisfy
I am but dry bones needful of breath But I do not seek what's empty within I seek for life which conquers death But I do not seek for what's uncertain
I am a servant of the true one above But I don't serve as if I were enslaved My whole desire is to serve out of love For from the Pits my soul was saved
I am but nothing with no one to lead As a stumbling man do I continue on The voice of my Father I solely heed Thru trials and failures I have gone
I am a flower of the blanketed fields Dieing and passing my beauty is vain My heart lies dejected with no shields Yet still comes the day flowing with rain
All I have ever desired has left For desire itself has fallen from me My soul confides deep in the cleft Of the Rock of the great Almighty
So as I go on in the storms of life Thru wind and rain, fire and dust My Savior is here amid the strife As all along I am learning to trust.
War Of The Elements A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
'Midst the sun's gemmed tomb In the youth of night's soar Past the dim haze's loom Play the Elements in war
The heavens are cloaked And the seas turn to fields The flames of grey, stoked Re-gather their shields
With the brilliant light staves And its twin-echoed cry Its time-scarred hand craves For his enemies to die
With the falling on-pour Of its endless inflictance The clapping encore Of its enemy's resistance
And the e'er rippling clouds In tremendous discord Now the land lies in shrouds As in waging, its war'd
While the ocean lies tattered Self-inflicted by glass That's so long been shattered By the winds that pass
And the gusts blow like sand In a glorious crusade Their swords raised in hand With a stinging blade
They're met by the trees In unmoving stance Hence stops the breeze Given no chance
Then comes the quiet Peacemaker of all Stilling the riot And embattl'd squall
It's made to be clear And to rest all's brought For right now and here The battle's been fought.
Wisdom's Call A Poem, By Matthew E. Kegans
Wisdom sought for one to find But no one heard Her call For the eyes of men were blind And stumbling did they fall
But still She shouted in the street Raising Her voice all the more But Her cries were met with frail defeat As fighting, She lost in the war
The chiefs of the land mocked in disdain Despising Her calls to return For all She had done was done in vain As no one from evil would turn
The house of Truth was consumed in flame And Wisdom to death was condemned From mem'ry of old was blotted Her name By the ones She had once called friend
Though value was Hers, none took heed But burnt it within all that she kept The hearts of men were fill'd with greed As into their minds pride had crept
She was led to face Her given demise Oblivious to all She'd once known Her face was toward the heav'nly skies Striving to see mercy's throne
Her captors led on with no feeling of guilt For the sacrifice about to take place The time drew near for Her blood to be spilt Peace was the expression of Her face
Placid and fervent, She gave Her life For those who in arrogance went 'long In all Her persistence, striving in strife She forgave all who'd done Her wrong
Their lust for blood had been fulfilled And to their ways they'd turned aside Rejoicing now that Wisdom was killed But in the hearts of men Wisdom died
Though dead She may be, She is near Shouting Her cry thru time's hall For She is alive in those who'll adhere To listen to Wisdom's great call.
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