Dear Lord



These Times

This poem comes from some song lyrics that I co-wrote with Andy Crookell more than ten years ago.  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post it or not as they are shared and I don’t recall any longer what was mine and what was his.  But it is a great tie in to the philosophical blog I just posted on my other page:  Swimming With Mr. Dibbs  If you enjoy my work, please “like” it.

Infinity time. Digital generated

Freedom of life excuse for morality

Freedom of thought evade responsibility

Words you create seeking immortality

Words you erase escape accountability

If I told you my thoughts would you take the time?

If my views were expressed would you hear me fine?

If I stood out above would you accept me?

Shouted with love would you reject me?

These times – try to trip me up

These times – they turn me around

These words – can’t think for myself

These days – they leave me

Hiding behind every smile

Filtering every thought and opinion

We collide then drift apart

Empty lives and cold lonely hearts

Should I present my case advertising services?

Show my face on TV appearances?

If I answered your problems then would you see?

Or maybe I should offer fifteen minutes free.

~ J. W. McKay & Andy Crookell – 2000

In Love With You … Thoughts In The Desert


Yesterday I knew you, you seemed so close to me

Closer than a brother, such a comfort you could be

Guiding me so closely, I felt your leading hand

Walking in your footsteps, through uncharted lands

Then a fork in the road

I took my eyes off you

Losing sight of where you lead me

I forgot the thing I knew


When did I stop falling, when did I stop calling, when did I stop falling

In love with you


Yesterday I saw you, so beautiful and fair

Anointing you gently, with my tears and hair

Sitting at your feet, was all I could do

Nothing else mattered, you were all that was true

Then I set my eyes on Egypt

While you turned the other way

So much I just can’t tell you

But you know the price I pay


When did I stop falling, when did I stop calling, when did I stop falling

In love with you


Yesterday’s a memory, a distant road ago

While I seek for newer answers one thing I just can’t let go

Someone said it simply, though I’m not sure just who

If It’s new it isn’t true, If it’s true it isn’t new


When did I stop falling, when did I stop calling, when did I stop falling

In love with you

~ J. W. McKay – 1999

Away ~ Words of the Prodigal


Struck out on my own
Struck out all alone
In search for so much more, but I found much less
Abandoned shallow love
Left any pretense of
Faith, trust, security, but I still see your eyes

I still see your hands
Do they welcome me?
Or push me away?

Stained glassed and boxed in
Tried to define my sin
Your sense of morality had no place for me
The picture’s weaker here
Not thinking all that clear
Sometimes it’s easier just to say goodbye

But if I change my mind
Would you welcome me?
Or push me away?

Don’t you know my love for you?

In your heart you know it’s true

Though at times you may not see

In my heart you’ll always be

They say you’re there for me
They say you’ll always be
Where were you on the day I needed you
Can’t tell what’s inside
Too many things to hide
Someday I just may see, but I don’t know
Confusion in the fray
No reason left to stay
Your cross blocks me way, I see the thorns in your brow

See the nails in your hands
Though they welcome me
I push you away


~ J. W. McKay – 1995