Far Infinity

How long, I wonder, is infinity?
Does it just mean too long to understand?
How long is our eternal destiny?
Sometimes these theories get out of hand.
How far is infinite supposed to go?
Does that mean it is somehow out of sight?
How far's the universe supposed to grow?
Does it go quiet into that dark night?
If God is infinite, will we be too
when we take part in His divinity?
And if He's everywhere all through and through,
will there be any room for little me?
The more I think on it, the less I know
except to humbly say, God wills it so.

                          -- by Pete Voelz      4/06

First Family

I'm God my Father's own adopted son,
and Jesus Christ is my own Brother too;
you know how much you don't want yours to run
away and, angry, turn his back on you.
God is our Father just as Jesus prayed,
I hope I can be worthy as His child;
I pray that in the long run I have stayed
close to Him, and so always reconciled.
And Jesus gave His Mother to us all,
I never want to leave her love and care;
she often comes to help us when we fall--
to think they offer us a heaven to share.
O Father, Brother, Mother, Family,
I thank you for always including me.

                  -- by Pete Voelz       2/05

Loyal Love

O God, my love is told by loyalty,
I search for truth,* and You have proven true;
as You have shown Your loyalty to me,
I’m forced to find my faithfulness in You.

How clear You prove Your loyalty with love,
for making me, I’m filled with gratitude,
You shower me with blessings from above,
You give me Your own body for my food.

How, Lord, shall I be loyal in return?
I’ll see our ways are never far apart,
Your words and works in Scripture I will learn,
my works will show the true love in my heart.

I leap to Your defense when You’re attacked,
my loyalty’s not, Lord, just in the abstract.

* Socrates said our purpose in life is to search for truth.

                       -- by Pete Voelz       7/25/12

Souls Like Mine

Can it be true that every other soul,
locked in itself, is somehow just like mine,
that all the while it's playing out its role,
it yearns for everything short of divine?

Our bodies trap us yet we feel the need
to fly somewhere, escape our time and place,
to be ourselves, yet from ourselves be freed,
to take time out to have a spell of grace.

And other times to have our self be known,
and finally get the stuff dreams are made of,
and dump the empty sense we're all alone,
and have at least just one show us some love.

Love, grace and the divine are from the Lamb,
Who made and loves me just the way I am.

                            -- by Pete Voelz       11/07

In Desperation

I go to God because I'm desperate,
who else can help me in my hour of need?
When all seems lost, when every door is shut,
I turn my face to You, O God, and plead.
I feel so deep, I cannot find a word
that tells all that I want to say in prayer;
I wonder if my groans are even heard,
or if, O God, You still are listening there.
Yet will I try to see my way to You,
repeating prayers, I feel my words take flight;
I trust by faith some thoughts are getting through,
and with the hope I soon shall see a light.
O God, Who's never let me down before,
I humbly ask, and simply pray the more.

                            -- by Pete Voelz       1/06

No Fooling

I can’t fool God, He is the God of truth,
He watches me and sees me all the time,
He knows me like He knew me in my youth,
He knows me in my folly and my prime.

God reads my thoughts, no place for me to hide,
my sins hurt Him, but I can’t run away,
He’s out there everywhere and deep inside,
tomorrow, yesterday, and, yes, today.

He sees through me, no holding back, no lie,
I am the only thing He’s thinking of,
He sees all that I do and how I’ll die,
and all the time He floods me with His love.

Keep watching, knowing, God, and loving me,
You’re Lord of my eternal victory.

                         -- by Pete Voelz       7/23/12

YOLO Lord

A young man gets a gun--Sirhan or Lee,
one leader dies, or twelve die in the thunder,
the wanton killings no one wants to see,
where are You, Lord, in their poor lives, I wonder?

The gun sits on the sill like some sad vulture,
I’ve neve heard one die by drive-by knives,
kids lying in their violent, sex-soaked culture,
why must they die not loving You in their lives?

We read, they don’t, most just do the technology,
the media feed their need to take a life,
they pill, then kill, just do it--the biology,
the single one with gun should take a wife.

O YOLO Lord, we live once for Your sake,
for You teach souls to give instead of take.

                           -- by Pete Voelz       7/22/12