Josh Knight

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Herman

The red man sits,
Smoking his pipe of peace

His brother dies
Buildings rise
Smoking his pipe of peace

His land is gone
A new day dawns
Smoking his pipe of peace

Now he is old
Great stories are told
Smoking his pipe of peace

Stop and ask why
For soon they will die
Smoking their pipes of peace

Window Washer

High above the streets below,
Scrubbing scraping is all you know
Children stop to point and stare
"Look at that crazy man up there"
Do you not fear death my friend
One false move and it's the end
But who knows what gunk would grow up there
If you were not here to keep us unaware

So thank you for the work you've done
Braving the heat of the midday sun
And as the children point and stare
We know that you are working hard up there
Give the workers inside a smile
You will be done in a little while

Berber Eyes

The sands
Dance with the wind
Around the camels legs.
The breath of God came out to play
Today

My King

Through You and for You I receive grace,
It should have been me but you took my place.

How could my King
Do such a thing?
Giving your life for an unworthy being.

Your thoughts for me out number the sands of earth,
And yet you humble yourself through a virgin birth.

"For me to live is Christ and to die is gain"
In telling your story I will not refrain,
No matter the persecution or the pain.

Someday I'll die but my spirit will live
Because of the life you humbly did give.

Amen

I sat alone praying in a sin-darkened place,
When approached by a man looking for grace.
As quiet as he could he whispered, "Amen."
I could not help but to begin to grin.
I jumped to my feet
As my heart skipped a beat.
"Smeetic," I said but he did not reply,
Only because he knew he might die.
We prayed for him before he went on his way.
I will never forget that man that day.

1165 West Main

I was here before your grandparents were born
I've been the keeper of presidents, dignitaries, mothers and such
Yet my first love is you, my dear brothers of Sigma Alpha Epsilon

I've seen you grow for the last one hundred and fifty years
Men rich and powerful yet humble and true
Where would I be without all of you?

But times have changed and things are harder
My foundation is strong but my walls are weak
You don't care anymore you are so bleak

The trashcans are full all the way to the ceiling
Your garbage overflows out into the hall
The fruit flies tickle nearly every wall

My toilets are clogged and you don't even care
My walls are covered in layers of paint
I can't breath anymore and I fear I might faint

I can't do it alone, you all must help
So help me dear brothers, help me right now
Take care of me please the best you know how