Time Goes On (Song)

Your life passes through the cords of time,
ticking and aging before your eyes.
Why do you often say to yourself,
there's always time for another try.

Tick, tick, goes that clock.
I gotta get going, no time to stop.
Hurried, hurried on goes my pace...
I've got to keep running,
if I'm ever going to win this race.

The years go by like a stormy wind,
breaking and blowing through your life.
The shattered pieces of your world,
lay all around you in mounting strife.

Tick, tick, goes that clock.
I gotta get going, no time to stop.
Hurried, hurried on goes my pace...
I've got to start sprinting,
if I'm ever going to win this race.

Troubles weighting heavy on your mind,
yet never stopping, never looking back.
My life goes round and around,
this perpetual and treacherous track.

Tick, tick, goes that clock.
I gotta get going, no time to stop.
Hurried, hurried on goes my pace...
Glancing back to gauge my lead,
I see only one... running this race.

Why I Love You (Song)

I love the way you walk, with that cute little sway.
I love the way you talk, your accent gives you away.
Your hair shines so bright, in the midst of the lights.
That's just some of the reasons,
why I love you., why I love you.

I love you through the rain and all life's little pains.
I'd carry you through the storms,
when you can't go on.
All I want from life, is to have you in my sight.
That's just some of the reasons,
why I love you, why I love you.

I love your smile so sweet, a treasure I want to keep.
Your loving lips so soft, to kiss them lights my life.
Your all my Life to me, everything life could be.
That's just some of the reasons,
why I Love you, why I love you.

Written by:  Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

The Dry Lake

Driving down the Highway of Life,
I saw a lake all cold and dry.
Then I turned my wheel to see,
this sight that caught my eye.

I walked it's shores vast and long,
to know the wonders from whence it came.
Yet the lake I once knew,
was dry and barren without remains.

How could this be, oh Lord, I asked?
Why take Thou, the Water,
whereby all that live rely?

The Lord said, open thy mouth
speak to the dry lake,
then shall I send forth waters
to restore that which Satan take.

I thought, my Lord the Lake is vast and long,
and I am but one man, without a plan.
Question me not, but cast thy voice
upon the vast lake of your doubt.
That I may spring forth rivers,
of everlasting life, ending this drought.
Forever ending this unending drought.

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

Tears of Angel

Daddy why does it thunder and rain,
and make my day cold and gray?
It makes me feel afraid.

Daddy will I get to see Grandpa again,
when I go to heaven? Will I still be eleven?
Mommy, will I get to see Cubby again,
and tickle her pick belly?
She's my best Friend.

There's a place where we'll all go,
that someday only God will show.
To live out our days, in praise.

With no fears and no doubts,
and all the trumpets will shout.
For the King of Kings,
will reign forever more, forever more.
Praise to the King,
for Jesus Christ is His name,
bow not your heads in shame.

Written by:  Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

Light of Love (song)

Walking through the Night, by the street lights again,
wandering if I'll find true love of a friend.
I feel so lonely I could cry.

Dreaming of dreams that could make this feel real,
of a true love that I deeply feel.
All this time, I've grown blind to the light of love.

Chorus:
Light of love, bright light if love,
Christ's light of love, bless me from above.
Touch me and let me love again.
Touch me and let me love again.

Down on my knees humbly I came,
seeking for God's love to hide all my shame,
and I tore my heart from this world.

With open arms of joy, I found peace to my soul.
A love so mighty, so pure and so bold.
Oh how bright, is his light of love.

Chorus:
Light of Love, bright light of love,
Christ's light of love, bless me from above.
Touch me and let me love again.
Touch me and let me love again.

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)
Dedicated to: Kelly Jo Justice

River of Love

Love is like a river, that flows to the sea.
Starting ever so small and grows within me.
Rough rocks tumbling on,
through the currents of life,
getting smaller as they go,
by life's trials and strife.

The currents carry me on,
as I chip and I break,
never losing the the good,
just the bad that I hate.
So on runs my river,
ever ebbing in it's flow,
down to the sea,
drawn by the tide's tow.

Yet with a purpose even do I flow
as sure as the tree sway, when the winds blow.
Bending, craving my way along,
as my babbling brook pipes out it's song.

Subtle slow etchings do I make,
as my ever slow, river flows.
Dispersing all that I am in the Sea,
of salty blue filled woos.

By my River of Love;
which had been taken,
by the clouds above.

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

Thoughtful power

There is a place near my home,
that flows with the beauty of spring,
such that only the birds can know how to sing.

There is a place in my heart,
that longs for the love that life has to give,
but how can I know my heart,
to know how to live, how to love?

How can I see that which this life has to give,
through the dark cloud of haze over my life,
or am i just blinded by time?

How can I know of a truth?
When all that speak, speak of a truth of which
only they know to be true in their own minds.

Yet in this life there seems to be this balance of force,
of that which is good to that which is evil.
To where even life itself continues on a path,
always finding a balance.

Therein lies the answer to all that would ask, of the past;
What was my life for?

Think of that balance and the power that is holds in nature,
and with the powers that are, yet still allowing the other to exist.

That same power lies within each of us to make the decisions
that would keep us within those limits, without a prison.
That our lives might continue on that same path,
to accomplish that which our course has been set to find.

There in knowing we are doing whats right,
and finding our own truth, for each of our lives,
by just being true to our own selves.

Self-reflection: To gain the upper hand of internal-power,
over my own lack of self-conscientiousness;
make a decision and act upon it.

For that is our true power as Humans.
Don't make yourself powerless, through "indecision".

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

I Am Love

As a little boy I thought, is there really love?
For as I looked I saw no resemblance thereof.
I felt alone, though there were people all around.
Can I stay another day? Where is this love?
What can I say?

What is love? Where is love?
How can I know, to whom will it show?
Then a small voice deep inside my heart said,
"I am love"

Now I looked high and low, through many stars and shows,
to find this love, that I wanted to know.
I would find joy and peace for a while,
but it wouldn't fill the hole, of my Soul.
Would my heart ever smile?

My heart sunk so deep, that I couldn't even sleep.
I looked and searched for what I couldn't find.
But I can't quit now, I've come to far.
If someone out there would be so kind to tell me,
where could this love be?

What is Love? Where is Love?
How can I know and to whom will it show?
Then a voice deep inside my heart said,
"I am love"

Now as the years went by, I thought with a sigh,
maybe there is no love or peace as a dove.
But then I heard again that small still voice,
saying the same which I had heard often times before;
"I am love, I am love"

When I thought back to the search of my past,
That small still voice, was ever guiding my path.
I said, Lord is this you? He said,
"Yes Son, it is I, and I want you by my side"
So now I've found and now I know,
What God long ago, was trying to show;
"I AM LOVE "

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

When She Crys

My little sister, so innocent in blue
ever so loving, ever so true,
following my every move.
As she asked me; Why are we here?
What do I have to prove?

So full of questions, and enduring such pains,
just doesn't seem right as she trys to hide
her bald head in tearful shame; and she cry's.

As I look to the Heavens, praying that some how I can find
Time - understanding or wisdom to answer such questions; but I hear no reply.
Why me... why her? What have we done?
Yet again, as I ponder .. what really does go on, way up yonder?

Then I gaze back in those beautiful eyes,
those loving eyes of innocence.
I have to wonder even to myself,
how could one, so young, so bold
know the limitless bounds of Love untold?

For our time here, be it short or long,
is all written in a song.
The song of Love and peace as a Dove.
For to know, true love, so few will come to see,
that is resides deep with you and me.

For to love, one's own self, is much hardier..
Yet true love, never Dies
I Love you Sis, and that is why we are here!
So please don't cry; Please don't cry...

Here let me dry those beautiful blue eyes.

Written by: Marty Sellers (Redman Ray)

Greeting a new day

Hi to everyone out there.

I do hope each of you, were willing and able to greet this day, with a fresh new sense of humor. Making this the best day of the rest of your life. Letting your Soul be a Spring of refreshment to all that would come to drink.