My Works

[Cheyenne K]

"The Sacrifice of the Lamb"

Little lamb,
Little lamb,
With fleece as white as snow,
Love you brought wherever you went,
Now we watch as the blood begins to flow.

Knighted
on a pile of dead twigs and splinters,
Crowned
with the glory of humiliation,
Served
the torture of one thousand demons.

Feeling as they stab,
With their own nails,
Wounds from the sharpened points of traitors and
betrayal,
Directed at he,
At you,
Who once helped and protected them from the lions of the world;
He who loves them still.

Wounded,
With lashings on his back,
Painted with whips,
And dotted with bruises;
Like stars on his body,
The sky,
With blood pouring down,
Raining
on the demons that cheer below.

His death,
His murder,
His suicide,
The forsaken lamb,
Though he had the power to free himself,
And send forth his wrath,
Like the all consuming blaze of a fire,
Destroying his enemies,
And burning their wicked hearts to the ashes they came from,
He sought peace,
Death;
For us.

Tears of sorrow and blood,
Crimson staining his paling cheeks,
For we know nothing,
Wicked in our blissful ignorance,
And evil in our jeers.

For it is done in greed,
hate,
spite;
Our sadistic,
sinful pleasures,
Lacking reason,
sanity,
And above all,
compassion,
For we have taken this innocent lamb,
Received as a gift,
Then slaughtered it,
Blood staining a snow white coat,
And body left in suffering for the flies.

Spread
like an eagle,
Face to the clouded sun,
He nods once,
Acknowledgement,
Letting his body fall,
Limp and lifeless.

"It is finished."

 

[Cheyenne K]

"Temptation of Sin"

Temptations reach out with gnarled fingers and twisted grins,
Words like the fire's hiss,
Eyes bright,
Swirling with the darkness of each deed,
They are ugly and wicked,
I know,
But yet they are beautiful,
So beautiful,
So hard to possibly resist.

Lies strung like lights on Christmas,
Becoming chains of steel,
While I become the entangled,
The prisoner.

Just this once,
It's all I need,
Oh how easy it would be,
I could always relent now,
Resist later,
No worries,
It will not hurt,
No fears.

Yet,
This is still giving in,
If I allow temptations to snatch me now,
Who is to say they will ever let go?
How will I stop this later?
And what about this wrong,
That will never be made right?

I should stop,
I know,
Turn away from the demon,
Listen to the little angel's pleas,
But I do not,
Continuing deeper into the blackness,
With not rhyme,
Reason,
Or an answer.

In the end I lay,
With guilt in my heart,
And sin on my hands.

 

[Cheyenne K]

“Led Astrayâ€

Eyes fixed on golden light,
A thousand smiles in my heart,
Fingers outstretched,
Grasping,
It has been like chasing a rainbow,
Yet I see it,
This light -
Your light,
I have finally reached it,
So long have I waited,
Here I am.

Yet somehow the light loses its glamour,
The gold beginning to rust and to dim,
I turn to look at other things,
Turning my eyes away from Him.

I drift away,
Slowly across lightless, darkened seas,
With treacherous waters and riptide waves,
With miles behind me,
So long before I see,
Before I even begin to fathom and realize,
What is becoming of me.

I have traveled many miles,
Under the impression of a false map,
With blackened sands surrounding me,
Itching at my eyes,
And light so dim,
So far away,
I think of giving up before can even begin to try.

Why has He left me?
I ask,
Yet I know it is not He who has left me,
But it is I who has strayed from Him,
Run into the arms of worldly things and ugly passions,
Demons in an angel’s guise,
I fall to my knees,
Begin to weep;
Why did I ever believe their lies?

Without Him I am nothing,
A shell empty,
A revolting mass of flesh,
Insatiable hunger for human things,
Always starving from the temporary fix,
Never satisfied,
For without the food my spirit needs,
He I yearn for,
I simply watch as I starve to death.

Why is it I ever left His presence?
And when I was so close,
Close enough to feel His love and His glory,
Close enough to see His light,
Of which I have averted my eyes,
And why?
What have I been brought but misery?
A heap of meaningless lies?

I long for You,
I cry for You,
So close,
Yet so far away,
It all seems so impossible,
So incredibly hopeless,
Why bother even trying?
I wonder,
Yet that is all I have to do,
To ask.

 

[Cheyenne K]

“A Time to Danceâ€

How do we know
What is good and what is bad?
If the future will bring joy,
Or simply make us sad?

Is it a punishment,
Or a saving grace?
Will there be a fortunate event,
Or a series of battles to face?

For there is a time weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance,
And when the time comes,
Won’t you dance?

To be saved,
Or left behind,
Will you think twice?
Will you mind?

So many questions to be answered,
Short lives come to pass?
All too soon,
Who is to say what will stay and what will last?

For there is a time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance,
But when the time comes,
Won’t you dance?

A fire burns inside of me,
With gnashing teeth,
All dressed in lies,
Around my neck a bloody wreath.

A light still shines,
A golden glow,
Warm against my skin,
Protecting me as the cold demons grow.

Dangerous they are,
Though I cannot truly say,
For without the wounds they inflicted,
Would I be here today?

For there is a time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance,
But when the time comes,
Won’t you dance?

Without the times which we have seen,
Without the scars inside of me,
Can we learn or can we know
What it is we shall be?

With these legs and human feet,
Given chance after chance,
As we leap and shout and cry,
Why not dance?

For there is a time to weep,
And a time to laugh,
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance,
But when the time comes,
Won’t you dance?

When it is finished,
Do we smile or shall we cry?
When the time comes,
Do we live or shall we die?
And in the end,
Given the chance,
Will there be a time to mourn,
Or a time to dance?

 

[Cheyenne K]

"Deliverance"

Coming like a thief in the night,
A swift blow,
A brief fight,
Ending as the morning's light begins to grow

A break in the dam,
The trickle turns to leak,
Nothing fast enough to have out swam,
Eyes opening to the truth they seek

With gasping breaths,
From cold water to cold air,
Meeting hopes of after their deaths,
A glory beyond compare

But looking out unto the waves,
No longer with blind hindrance,
Recognizing the sight of their eternal graves,
Screaming the cry of deliverance.

 

[Cheyenne K]

Re: Works

“John 15:18â€

There are two types of people,
There are two ways to end,
Influenced by choices,
Listening to voices,
On two separate places,
Where this life ends

In a World of a stranger,
Or an adversary’s home,
Built upon sacrilege and hate,
Relishing in the danger,
Dooming the fates

Or the Spirit of Redemption,
The Ghost in which it lies,
Following the path of a glorious invention,
Seeing with opened eyes,
With opened eyes

And if the World hates you, keep in mind that it hated Him first,
The First and the Last,
Alpha and Omega,
The Savior,
Yet He was still cursed,
We do not belong to the World -
We have been chosen by Our Father away,
To see and to know Him, Our Lord

He himself was called a sinner,
He found hatred in every day,
Despite His miracles;
His warnings;
His love,
They arrested Him,
And put Him away

Where He came to save,
He was not saved Himself,
But the World He was sacrificed to,
And the people He helped,
The people He helped

And if the World hates you, keep in mind that it hated Him first,
The First and the Last,
Alpha and Omega,
The Savior,
Yet He was still cursed,
We do not belong to the World -
We have been chosen by Our Father away,
To see and to know Him, Our Lord

As Christ came and died for you,
Shall we not live for Him?
To sacrifice as He did,
Though our suffering cannot compare,
Beaten and tortured,
Shut out and shunned,
Crying out for all eyes to see

And as he came here to help,
Can we not do the same?
So that the blind may come to see,
And the unsaved be saved,
Unsaved be saved

And if the World hates you, keep in mind that it hated Him first,
The First and the Last,
Alpha and Omega,
The Savior,
Yet He was still cursed,
We do not belong to the World -
We have been chosen by Our Father away,
To see and to know Him, Our Lord

Persecution and pain,
Made perfected are we by our sufferings,
Ask not why we are,
But why are we not

For as Jesus has,
He who was the Perfect Son,
We shall follow in His footsteps,
And bow to no other one,
No other one

And if the World hates you, keep in mind that it hated Him first,
The First and the Last,
Alpha and Omega,
The Savior,
Yet He was still cursed,
We do not belong to the World -
We have been chosen by Our Father away,
To see and to know Him, Our Lord

 

[Cheyenne K]

Re:Works

"To Him I Run"

There is a place where prodigal son may come to rest,
Where the lost may be found,
A true home for all who ask,
Where the love holds no bounds

Here none are guilty of past transgressions,
Their souls washed white like snow,
But still knowing in memory,
As the blood begins to flow

And He whom it belongs Has given His all,
So all know of His sacrifice,
The cost of this sanctuary,
Only His payment to suffice

The Son,
Yet our Father still,
Filling all with such joy,
A desire for His will

He is my comforter,
For it is He I can run to,
He who heals my pain,
Who knows what to do

More than a religion,
Not just a belief,
Overriding the doctrine,
Spirit bringing forth relief

Held so dear in my heart,
The Lamb who wipes the tears from my eyes,
The Savior, my protector,
Soothing away my mournful cries

My Father,
God,
My Lord,
Jesus Christ,
His presence,
The Holy Spirit,
My heart,
Where He resides.

 

[PouringRain]

Bump.... testing

 

[Cheyenne K]

"Where Is My Head?"

You sicken me,
You anger me,
But I am part of you,
So I suppose that I too
Am sickening and infuriating

You bring shame to what we are -
We bring shame,
We are supposed to be a body,
We are supposed to be a family,
We are supposed to be one,
But we are anything but

He who hates his brother
has not the Love of God,
And we claim to be of Him,
But are we?
Where is our love?
How can we be children of Love,
When neither we,
Nor is anyone else,
On the receiving end of this
“loveâ€

You, the Body,
You fight against yourself,
You show no love to your members,
But slice at them with sharp blades,
Of self loathing, which your mind think justified hatred,
And as if this mutilation were not enough,
The Head has been cut off

Already we have been divided,
Into hundreds of denominations,
And now we pay the price,
For now we can no longer stand,
Without taking the feet of others,
Kicking their faces,
And spitting in their eyes

Do you not see what we do?
Our faith is so little,
And this is part cause,
For how can we teach our children to love,
When all they see is yelling,
Screaming,
And slandering coming out of our mouths,
And not even at our enemies,
But at our brothers?
The babe’s in Christ,
We abuse them,
How can they have hope and trust in Body,
When we show no reason for trust?

And what of the World?
What do we do for them?
We have been told to go out to them,
To help them,
To show them Love,
Yet here all we do is execute our own,
And give the World a show to point and laugh at,
And not for the Word,
For our own ungodliness,
We have made ourselves a circus

Dearest,
My words are harsh,
This I indeed know,
Yet, it is this harshness,
This cruelty,
In which you show;
You see,
We are a broken body,
We are without unity,
We do not stand together as one,
But independent of one another,
Pointing fingers,
And yelling out insults,
Why are our fingers not healing?
Why aren’t our tongues speaking the praises of His Word?
His Love?

Why are we too preoccupied with our egos
to even notice the disease that is killing us?