The Poetry of Scott Embleton

[Index | Art | Poetry | Writing | Books and Authors | Help!! | About Me!]

The Answer To the Holy One . . . The saffron orb offered its infinite glory, While silvery trumpets blared and Ivory Angels sang infinite praises. The prophets kneeled, while others feared. The whole earth trembled in respect. Upon a majestic giant, He proclaimed The finality of eternal death itself! His mighty hand He will stretch forth, Purging depression from all His people And shortly end the honor of dishonor.	East of Eden As God's anger filled the virulent skies, The angels' tears torrentially fell. Demonic legions were gorged with mirth And Satan's laughter came forth from Hell. Partaking of the forbidden fruit, Woman heeded the serpent's guile. Man, too, ate the outlawed fruit; Thus, both had earned God's violent rile. Yes, both were born from those Holy Hands, In Eden's garden did creation begin. Now scorned by God they were shunned away And began their journey to the east of Eden.
Along the Waters Along the waters of a faraway place, I sat and delighted in His grace. For among the verdant reeds abound, His Holy presence could be found. My mouth did chant the songs of old, The joyous songs that extolled. I cried the tears of joyfulness, My love for Him I did express. As my soul gave praise, My hands I gladly raised, To give tribute to the One, To give honor to God's own Son.	Father's Child Father's Child and Heaven's Light: 'Tis the Fire of eternal bright. 'Tis the Heart of the Spirit, And demons strongly fear it. Yet, He walks alone, While angels sadly moan. Hand in hand, with His Father still, His generous mercy to instill. Yet, condemned from man's sight, To be slain out of spite, He, the blessed triad part: Healing and love only to impart, To wipe away the lonely tears And brush away demonic fears.
Chariot of Gold When my evening's time has come, Let Thy chariot of gold from afar Take me Home to Thee, My Bright and Morning Star. As I long to be with Thee, Let is fly, let it soar, Le me go to Thy Home To be with Thee evermore. When Thy chariot of gold comes nigh, I shall with joy go therein And praise Thy name as The blessed journey soon begins. As I long to be with Thee, Let is fly, let it soar, Le me go to Thy Home To be with Thee evermore. There among the angel host, Singing songs of jubilation, There, too, I shall stand Singing songs of exaltation. O yes, my Precious Lord -- As I long to be with Thee, Let Thy chariot of gold Carry me Home to Thee.	One Hope, One Dream O Lord, one hope, one dream -- To offer to share With Thee, O Lord, To the One so fair: At evening time, I pray Thee, When shortly I rest, My head Thou will lay Upon Thy comforting breast. Then there be I, safe and secure -- Ills and woes no more to endure. O Lord, one hope, one dream -- To offer to share: I pray Thee, O Lord, For a rest so rare.
Kelly Mountain Sun Kelly mountains span o'er nature's land; To the passing breeze, treetops bow down, While clouds of grayish plums loudly call, Creating Heaven's multicolored crown. As the woodsman sets out for home, His day of causing death being done, The aroma of fallen pines now float O'er the kelly mountain sun. With the tempest thus approaching, Come the tears from the southern cross. Tears that shed in sympathy as The forest begins to count its loss.

All poetry on this page © Scott Embleton Used by permission. All rights reserved by the copyright owner. If you wish to quote, distribute or otherwise copy any material from this page, please ASK first....=)

Send me a message