The Trio

The way, the truth, the life

Its words that i dont question

But you cant have the trio

Without having the confession



For every sin that you allow

To grab at your heart

It gives ground to the enemy

To let destruction start



He tries to take away happiness

And replace it all with pain

But theres one place he cant get

So he attacks at the brain



Because with God in your heart

The Devil will never win

He can knock all he wants

But he will never get in



I read it now in Hebrew

Where God will never leave me

Even inside a whale

He didnt leave Jonah, Did he?



We put too much faith

Into the work of man

When they say I CANT

God says I CAN



Through our failures and mistakes

Man will try to condemn you

But Jesus outstreched his hands

And said this is what ill do



With nails through his hands

He hung on that tree

Took away all those failures

He did it for me



Now walking through this earth

We have many other alleys

But if we trust in God

He will bring us through the valleys



Our Holy Father is waiting

Sitting there with his Son

Saying dont worry about the Devil

The battles already done!!!


by:  Blake Markle

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Casting Shadows

(Heavy Guitar intro through two measures, then fade to soft with drums and bass soft)


I'm right here Lord where you found me, bent down as I prepare my light.

I'm looking around, but there's something wrong with my eyes.

So many people around me falling to the ground.

Sometimes I feel like they only see shadows when I'm around...


I stand up still holding my light. They don't even seem to notice.

Being still, just staring into the light. I can't see what's behind.

Then I turn around, and they are all staring at me...

because I'm the one that's turned blind!!!


(Everything heavy to start the chorus)


I don't want to spend my life casting shadows around me!

Please God show me once again how to see!

I'm casting these shadows to all I love,

and all that can save me is heaven up above!!!


(Heavy guitar solo which turns into a dual guitars solo)


I'm spending my life casting shadows all around me!

Please God show me once again how I can see!

I'm casting these shadows to everyone I love,

and all that can save me is the Lord God above!!!


Casting shadows isn't how I should be!

It's becoming clear again I see!

Stop casting shadows now to everyone you love,


(guitar softens)


...because you never know when they'll be called by God above...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A friend of mine sent me a message on facebook asking if I could collaborate with him on some lyrics because he had read some of my stuff. I have had writer's block for a good whikle now, and I think this just conquered it! PRAISE GOD!!! All of the credit goes to the Lord above!

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In the Darkest of Times

In the darkest of hours,

Light cannot be seen

With these eyes of ours,

Nor by ordinary means.


In the darkest of minutes,

Light can be seen inside;

It will guide us through labyrinths.

It is found where our spirit resides.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a quick thing I wrote up

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About An Amish Farm


Acres and acres of lush, green land,
As far as my eyes can view.
Rows of corn, standing tall,

So high and straight, they grew.


Silos dot, along the landscape,
Filled with a previous harvest's yield.
Windmills stand, like metal skeletons,
Alongside every, plowed-straight field.


Plows, pulled by mighty horses,
Doing the work of mighty machines.
Families working, side by side,
It all looks so calm, so very serene.


Gardens there, are overflowing,
With vegetables ripe and ready.
Orchard trees, groaning from weight,
Of fruits, with fragrance's, heady.


Colorful clothes, hang across a line,
Drying in nature's wind-blown way.
Sizes going, from big, then to small,
Tell you that, today is washing day.


Quilts of rainbow, colored hues,
Draped across, a front porch rail.
A sign tacked there, upon a post,
Announcing they are, 'For Sale'.


A farmhouse with, a few additions,

For their now older, generations.

Grandparents aren't put, into nursing homes,

But cared for, by their own relations.


A barn, a coop, a buggy shed,

A phone shanty, at the end of the lane.

Maybe even, a roadside stand,

Selling fresh produce and trinkets, plain.


Scents there, they all mingle together,
Apples, and still-warm, shoe-fly pie.
And from the barnyard, you can smell,
Fertilizer's tell-tale odor, a-drifting by.


No rush-about, to get things done,

That aren't too important, anyway,

Leaves more time, for family and friends-

More time to think...and more time to pray.


Little children, all scamper about,

In stair-step sizes aplenty.

Its fun to see them bustle around,

And try to count, just how many!


Each of them, has their tasks,

And sets about, doing their chores.

Their time isn't spent, with video games,

But actually enjoying, the wondrous outdoors!


Daad, is out there, in the field,

And Mamm is inside, baking bread.

The home is stark, in a simple beauty-

The family Bible, well-worn...and well-read.


No electric lights, or annoying sounds,

Of too many devices, all distracting.

No, here is a family, being a family,

That are actually together, and interacting!


An Amish farm, just makes you feel,
Like you went back, to a time before.
A time of peace, and of simpler life,
Which to me, is it's most beckoning lure.


I wish more people, could learn from them,

About Faith, about family, about forgiving.

For there's something about, an Amish Farm,

That makes a simpler life, so worth living.



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You may think me different or perhaps a little odd

For I am not religious...but I do believe in God.


“Why that can’t be.” You tell yourself. He is a little odd.

For he has to be religious if he believes in God.


I am not a theologian nor have I been formally trained

But I can think and I can feel...for God has given me a brain.


And my brain tells me my feelings are not at all absurd

For the line between the God I know and religion has been blurred.


Blurred by man who takes Gods words and in his name creates

A religion he thinks absolute...and thus discriminates.


Then other men create more religions and here’s where thing get odd

Soon we have a world of religions and just as many Gods.


Until the world is segregated and often times bereaved

By religions and the different Gods in which we all believe.


No matter what name religion gives their God I’m sure he or she’s dismayed

As she watches man explain her words in so many different ways.


What we have now is a world that, to me, seems a little odd

When so many people hate each other...all in the name of God.


Now I certainly don’t have all the answers and in many ways I’m flawed.

But let me introduce to you my non-religious God.


My God sits not upon a mountain top or on a throne high in the sky

And he does not wait to judge me the moment that I die.


My God resides within my heart and he helps to calm my soul

He befriends me on my journey but let’s me be in control.


My God advises and supports and helps guide me down my path

I certainly stand in awe of him but I do not fear his wrath.


My God believes in faith but his prophecies aren’t grim.

Because he has as much faith in me as I have faith in him.


My God believes in hope. He is not the voice of doom

For is it not hope in the seedling that allows the rose to bloom?


My God believes in charity, he knows the key for us to live

Is not how much we take in life...but how much we give.


Most of all my God believes in love. He knows it shall light the way

And he cares not if I am straight, or Bi, or lesbian or gay.


My God does not discriminate by the color of my skin.

And he cares not if I am young or old or overweight or thin.


My God does not see differences in man or womankind.

He loves each person equally...I think my God is blind.


(As I look out on the Earth today, on the world man has designed

Perhaps it would be easier if we were all a little blind!)


My God does not choose vengeance he has no capacity to hate

It is man, through his religion, who will judge and desecrate.


My God’s heart is filled with sorrow, his soul is filled with shame

When people maim and murder...and do so in his name.


My God feels only agony and oh how he abhors

When people use Him as a reason to fight a holy war.


For my God knows no war is holy and he wishes they would cease

He prays for man to use His name and live in holy peace.


No matter what people call their God I know He or She is sad

When they praise Her for the good in life or blame Him for the bad.


You see, My God is often times confused and certainly perplexed

When people think he controls what happens in this world or the next.


My God knows good and bad are part of life...I think this makes him wise

He knows everyone can find happiness and he knows everybody dies.


My God’s given me the ability to decide what’s right from wrong

Yet he accepts I’ll make mistakes for he knows my journey’s long.


So all He asks of me is kindness and to treat everyone the same

That when I die people will smile at the mere mention of my name.


For nothing in this world would bring a broader smile to My God’s face

Than knowing everyone created would leave this world a better place.


If we wish for this world to be different...then we all have to be a little odd


Perhaps we all should be less religious...and have more faith in God.

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The joy of the lord is spoken of quite often, but do you realy know of what you say.

How endless like the waves.  Going on forever, like the stars on high. 

When you feel his joy, you are only feeling a small, small part, of what his joy can be. 

Open your heart, open your mind to all that he can be.  - 2001




A revelation is a wonderful thing. 

A new idea, a new song to sing, a new way of thinking.

His revelations are better then these, they bring you peace of mind, they heal all wounds in time.  - 2001



Every time you think that you have reached, all of what worship can be.

There are places down the line, that you have yet to see.  -2002




Church should be a place to worship, a place of joy and peace.

A stronghold, a faith movement, not a place to just stand and sing.

Thats what it should be.

What have we done to worship, my love so dear and strong.

You stand, and you sway, but do you really know the way.

In god we worship, in god we praise.

God will always lead you to a bright and better day, a bright and better way.  -2003



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a collection of poems that I have written over the years, they all revolve around church, praise, and worship.

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Get Up

I'm right here on the floor, lying still and broken

unable to reach the door.


I hear you knocking, begging me to get up,

but I'm not yet up to the chore.


I can't take it anymore...


I've given up my will to live. It's gone far away

as far as the ocean is deep.


I'm drowning in my sorrow...then it hits me.

You're still knocking, waiting for me.


I've found my strength once more...


And I get up off of the floor!

I stumble to the door,

and there I find your loving arms

waiting for my exhausted soul!


You never gave up on me, even when I did.

When I hated myself, you showed me what true love is.


I screamed out loud, "WHERE ARE YOU GOD?! WHY WON'T YOU HELP ME?!"

and then you showed me who you are...reminded me of what you did.


Here we go again...


And I got up off of the floor!

I stumbled to the door,

and there I found your loving arms

waiting for my exhausted soul!


You never gave up this fight,

and neither will I.

As tough as my road might be,

I choose the one with stumbling blocks

where there's not enough light to see

you standing in front of me, leading me,

showing me the way.

So Lord, I thank you for the day...


that I got up off of the floor!

I stumbled to the door,

and there I found your loving arms

waiting for my exhausted soul!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The last year has been quite a long journey for me, and most of it hasn't felt very good. However, my faith is here, and I feel as strong as ever. True strength comes from knowing how weak you truly are, and admitting it to yourself. That's usually the hard part when you think you're strong...admitting your weak...yeah. I'm pretty weak, but I will never give up.

Latent Prince





Part I of II



This is the story of Larry Joe Prince

And the way Arizona stole his innocence.

It is written with hope that there may come a day

When a wise judge will grant him his moment to say

All the things so conveniently left out of court,

Made American “justice” look more like a sport,

With a high-priced attorney that didn’t think clear,

And the false testimony of one with much fear,

And the state prosecute thought “I’ll surely reach fame”,

He said, “Hell, I don’t care who the state wants to blame,

It’s a paycheck to me; I don’t care about truths,

It’s my ego I feed, I’m a low lying sleuth!!”


So they all drew their “guns” on that guy Mr. Prince,

Absolutely no shred of secure evidence,

They proceeded to send him to death row to sit,

For the murder of one that he did not commit,

And the biggest and worst sin of all that was done,

Was the way that the people held on to their “guns”,

They embraced all the lies to evade what was clear,

As revenge prevailed justice with each little tear,

And for those in the grave who just watch from above,

With no longer a voice to teach them that real love,

Is not proven by putting the blame on a man,

Just because he is there….cause the courts and you can,


See the proof of one’s love speaks out so very clear,

Even after the grave when one’s body’s not here,

You will hear their soul cry, and you’ll then know for sure,

If they’re resting in peace or they’re haunted some more.


There are families that hide from life’s reality,

The dead man in this case begs you hear his soul’s plea,

Make amends for the errors you’ve made in the past,

And put down all those stones, and those already cast,

If this dead man could speak he’d have something to say,

Of the circus that ran through the courtroom that day,

And if not for the dead man then do it for you,

Cause we all have to answer to God what is true,

Larry Prince knows he’s clear and he wins either way,

                              Cause he’s INNOCENT judge, the state’s in disarray.                                

So please read all with care on this day we implore,

Please don’t look at this life as a game where you score,

It’s integrity that is of stake in this court,

And it’s not mine or yours it’s this country’s that’s short

Of a quality no longer active today,

If it dies, it’s the lives of our loved one’s…they’ll pay.

Take your time, read it all, and be true to your heart,

And we’ll all pray it’s not too late for a new start.



Part II of II



They all loved cocaine but they hid it from Dad,

He just couldn’t believe that his kids could be “bad”,

So his eyes he did close, and they stayed tightly shut,

While his best offspring died with that stuff in his gut,

And they said, “It was murder”, and placed the blame there,

Yes, it’s true ‘bout that bullet and blood in his hair,

And the roots of that crime have been hidden so well,

By the real guilty ones with the lies they did tell,

For those self-righteous ones that just stared and stood by,

And condoned this deceit without batting an eye,

For the cowards that watched as the killers went free,

Be aware this could happen to you or to me,

And your sons or your daughters could one day be led

To a place where they wish they would rather be dead,

So now don’t be afraid to let truths in your ears

When your children are hurting with eyes full of tears,

Don’t you cower or shudder, don’t whine and don’t wince,

And remember the story of Larry Joe Prince.


Written in parts, from 2000-2002

Original Copyright 2002 

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07/21/13 ©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

The story of how justice can go awry when emotions rule instead of justice ruling.



The Irony Of Possession




keeping someone locked 

inside a chamber or a cell

is not a punishment to them,

as much it is your own self made hell.


accept the delusion,

within your mind,

you will then be free,

and life will be more kind.


you're nobody different,

from anyone else in this game,

half of you is different,

and half is the same.


so we are all different,

and we are all the same,

but you seem not to want to accept that,

you still want to think your 100% special,


that, to me,

is a pitiful shame.



5:37 PM 7/18/2013 ©



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