Flaunting Freedom

Birdie, birdie in the sky,
Why is it you fly so high?

Why is it you flaunt your flight,
All because I have good sight?

I do not wish to see you there,
Enjoying your freedom in the air.

The freedom I'll never understand,
All because I live on land.

Because I am a sinner born

Did you know that every single one of Emily Dickenson's poems can be sung to the tuen of Amazing Grace. With that in mind, I wrote an Emily Dickenson style poem with the theme on Amazing Grace.

Because I am a sinner born,
My destiny was set,
From Jesus Christ I would be torn,
If I did not believe.

Although His battel he had won,
He went and fought for me,
I was scared the entire time,
And prayed to the one God.

He answered fervently and said,
"I sent My Son to die,
I had to find a way for you,
to come and live by my side."

Away

My brother's home,
He's home sweet home,
My brother's home to stay.
Oh how I wish,
His home were here,
For just another day.
But now he's gone,
And so are my chances,
To say, "I love you dear."
All because
And just because,
My brother's home's not here.

Upside-Down Tornado

My life is a tornado gone upside-down.
I can hardly see the world all spinning around,
I can't see what's right and,
I can't see what's wrong.
My friends have all left me,
They're all long gone.
I've made a big mistake,
I don't know what to do.
How could I have done what I just did to you?
My life is a tornado gone upside-down.