ALL COLOURS COLLECTION

TOJO

ALL COLOURS
we come in all colors ages shapes and sizes
we are alcoholics and abstainers
our families are rich and our families are poor
our moms and dads loved us and our moms and dads beat us mercilessly
we do drugs and we wouldn’t touch the stuff
we are suffering from mental illness
and we are painfully sane
we are fearful and we are fearless
crooked and trustworthy
athiests and true believers
personable and private and many many more things
we are the homeless of your community
and we wish to speak to you
what is more we wish to speak to you as equals
in what we all know can be a very unequal society
we want to heal that society and in the process heal ourselves

STREET KID
they tell me
I can be
anything
the world is mine

and I tell them
I am somebody

I am a street kid

YOU CARE?
Why do you say you care?
When you dont even know me
Who am I to you?
Someone to pity
a sunday school project
Go away…leave me alone
I fear you will hurt me
like all the do gooders before
you will want my story
then you will want to save me
then you will leave me on the curb
Why are you still here?
being kind and gentle to me
day after day
year after year
could it be that the Jesus
you talk about is real
and wants to love me through you?

WHEN I SAY I AM A CHRISTIAN
when I say “I am a christian” I am not shouting “I am saved”
I’m whispering “I was lost thats why I chose this way”
when I say “I am a christian” I dont speak of this with pride
I’m professing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide
When I say “I am a christian” I I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I am weak and pray for strength to carry on
When I say “I am a christian” I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt
when I say “I am a christian” I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartaches which is why I seek His name
When I say “I am a christian” I do not wish to judge
I have no authority I know only that I’m loved

CONFIDENT

lost and lonely torn within
i start my day again
in a scuzzy one room
on the edge of town
i guess this is the end

I have been running wild all my life
lost my wife
God why dont you take my life
I wish this was the end

He said,”I have begun a good work in you
I will complete it
my word is true
Come home son
I love you”

Sunday morning on my knees
at the altar call
I have stuimbled around long enough
this is the place to fall

Now I live a different way
when i got questions i stop and pray
I just want to spend my days
saying Jesus is the way
Jesus is the way