Archive - 2007

I drive the streets and see
Pain and poverty
People being hurt
The government doesn’t work

All the wealth we have
Who will plead their case?
People being hurt
The Ninth Ward doesn’t work

Gentilly is building back
So many cannot come
People being hurt
Houses dead from debris

Children waiting for school
Adults seeking control
People being hurt
Learning isn’t free

The church is here today
Giving stuff away
Helping those that hurt
So they can live and be

Today the church is at work
Now people have a friend
Jesus sent them here
To care for those who hurt

Clay Corvin

What makes a man twelve feet tall?
Money or wealth or people he can call?
Or may it be the things he’s done
For family and friends and others

What makes a man twelve feet tall?
Looming over others that claim their all
Is it not the gently way he lives
Or is it the way he gives
Giving of self beyond request
Giving in life all his best
Giving his wife and children his life
Giving to Christ his focus and all
To be used up in every respect
To help each one find their place

What makes a man twelve feet tall?
We see so few it’s hard to know
But in my heart I feel the truth
A man this size is God’s blessing to you
One that walks his path with Christ
One that lives each day as his last

Charles Senior was just such a man
Each one that knows him felt his hand
A hand of strength
A heart of gold
A life of love andA legend that grows
For all his life he lived his best
Christ his life
A man twelve feet tall

Papa is the best-and now he is with his Master

Clay Corvin
12/09/06