I find life in death
And joy in pain
I find peace in storms
And sun in rain
I find beauty in Winter
And colour in Fall
I find strength in weakness
And good in all
I find melodies in misfortune
And songs in silence
I find light in the dark
And a plus in the minus
I find wealth in little
And much in few
I find wholeness when broken
And then...I find You
by Kevin Bourne © 2011
Written on February 8, 2011
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HOVER OVER ME
1st Trimester: Conception
Hover over me and conceive
Ideas, visions and dreams to believe
Produced from the seed You deposit in me
That grows everyday as "I" becomes "we"
2nd Trimester: Waiting
Hover over me and smile
As we lay together for a while
In a tight embrace on the naked earth
Waiting patiently for the coming birth
3rd Trimester: Birthing
Hover over me and stand
As I lay before You, as You take my hand
I push, I bleed, I sweat, I tare
The wait is over, the dream is here
I love you, Lord.
by Kevin Bourne
© 2009 Kevin Bourne
Written November 29, 2009
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LIFE'S A CYCLE
Life's a cycle, teachers were once disciples,
Humans were once gods, but we made gods of idols.
Rights were once wrong, words were once thoughts,
The world was once at peace when Adam walked with God
Israel was once a Kingdom, but now just a nation,
From the protection of God to self-preservation?
Parents were once children, trees were once seeds,
Hearts became hard, and wants became needs.
Women were once girls, and men were once boys,
Peace was found in quiet, now peace is found in noise.
God's presence belonged to Lucifer, the birthright was for Edom,
Bondage for those in darkness, but in the light we've lost our freedom.
Demons were once angels, light became dark,
Darkness produced light and we're back to the start.
Life was once simple, believing was once easy,
Life became harder as more people began to need me.
Friends became enemies, and enemies a friend,
The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end.
Life's a cycle.
By Kevin Bourne
© 2009 Kevin Bourne
Written May 11, 2009
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MOURNING 'TIL MORNING
I sat alone mourning ‘til morning
With no one to console
All hope ended and heart offended
The darkness of my soul
I sat with God, heart to heart
Appearing without my mask
I didn't understand the things he’d planned
So I came with questions to ask
I sit with a smile, the first light appears
Without as much as a warning
In all those years I was shedding tears
I had made ‘til the morning
by Kevin Bourne
© 2009 Kevin Bourne
Written on February 8, 2011
_________________________________________
HOVER OVER ME
1st Trimester: Conception
Hover over me and conceive
Ideas, visions and dreams to believe
Produced from the seed You deposit in me
That grows everyday as "I" becomes "we"
2nd Trimester: Waiting
Hover over me and smile
As we lay together for a while
In a tight embrace on the naked earth
Waiting patiently for the coming birth
3rd Trimester: Birthing
Hover over me and stand
As I lay before You, as You take my hand
I push, I bleed, I sweat, I tare
The wait is over, the dream is here
I love you, Lord.
by Kevin Bourne
© 2009 Kevin Bourne
Written November 29, 2009
_________________________________________
LIFE'S A CYCLE
Life's a cycle, teachers were once disciples,
Humans were once gods, but we made gods of idols.
Rights were once wrong, words were once thoughts,
The world was once at peace when Adam walked with God
Israel was once a Kingdom, but now just a nation,
From the protection of God to self-preservation?
Parents were once children, trees were once seeds,
Hearts became hard, and wants became needs.
Women were once girls, and men were once boys,
Peace was found in quiet, now peace is found in noise.
God's presence belonged to Lucifer, the birthright was for Edom,
Bondage for those in darkness, but in the light we've lost our freedom.
Demons were once angels, light became dark,
Darkness produced light and we're back to the start.
Life was once simple, believing was once easy,
Life became harder as more people began to need me.
Friends became enemies, and enemies a friend,
The end is the beginning and the beginning is the end.
Life's a cycle.
By Kevin Bourne
© 2009 Kevin Bourne
Written May 11, 2009
_________________________________________
MOURNING 'TIL MORNING
I sat alone mourning ‘til morning
With no one to console
All hope ended and heart offended
The darkness of my soul
I sat with God, heart to heart
Appearing without my mask
I didn't understand the things he’d planned
So I came with questions to ask
I sit with a smile, the first light appears
Without as much as a warning
In all those years I was shedding tears
I had made ‘til the morning
by Kevin Bourne
© 2009 Kevin Bourne
