All I Have to Offer

I would sing you a song, if music I could play.
I would write you a story, if I knew just what to say.
I would hold a star in my hand, if it would light up your day.
I would show you the world, if I had the money to pay.
I would be all you want, if it means by my side you will stay.
I can give you my hand, which you can mold like clay.
I can give you my devotion, for my heart you do slay.
I can give you my life, before you I lay.
I can give you my heart, that's all I have left to sway.
I can give you my love, that's all I can display.
This is all I have to offer take it if you may.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Hollander International

One Lesson that I have learned,
Is flying with you is a prize well earned.
The service is excellent and the pilot, impressive.
I never want to fly solo ever again!

I was taught in my life to always submit,
But when I took your flight you whizzed me to the limit.
You showed me that life meant more then surrendering,
I needed to stand up and respect myself.

To you I will give my life and love till Heaven,
Cause you make my existence more golden.
It's you that burns a hope in me.
It is to you Hollander that I am truly devoted.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Lit by explosion.

Crimes run ramped, life under lease.
How long do I have to live in between,
A life of war and the hope of peace.
No longer hearing the sound of death's scream.

A generation brought up in contempt,
Left alone to survive in the dark.
Not knowing which way is up or what to attempt,
They strive to find themselves and make a mark.

Why did we fail to pass the torch along?
Why did we let it die with our disposition?
Didn't we understand that the damage would prolong?
Now this dark mass is only lit by explosion.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

A Battlefield Alive.

The warriors take their mark,
Arrows pointed high and swords drawn.
They fight for one lowly pawn,
The pawn that beats to supply us life.
Knights take flight against this subtle strife.
Horse's monotonously trot with every beat.
Strides long and free cutting through the falling sleet.
To take the battlefield from the plunging dark

Rhythm strives to help them along,
Pumping vital supplies to the weary soldiers.
Soldiers ride upon the fleshly mountain's protruding boulders,
Through now vicious rivers contiguously running red,
And the fields that once stood still take flight instead.
Flowers once in bloom are trampled under foot.
Life now hides in caves covered with soot,
And the Birds no longer awaken the sun with their song.

Should this remain, all is lost.
Blazing arrows now take to the air with fierce vengeance,
And swords clash almost to mute the screaming silence.
These warriors are valiantly fighting for all that is known,
Past, present, future, the seeds that once were sown
Shall never push their heads through the soil's viscosity,
If the sun does not rise and the water soak the fleshly morality.
It is this battlefield upon which we strive that is secretly at cost.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

What Has It Come To?

Kids with guns, bombs exploding,
The world is hanging on the edge of reason.
Logic and wisdom sitting there molding,
All we know of is war, no peace!
People lying, crying, committing acts of treason.
Will this horrid war ever cease?

How many voices must go unheard,
Before we finally see the blindness of this world.
Faces come mangled, backs all scourged.
Soldiers, our children see every day.
Minds deranged and all wisdom is whirled,
Sins of our fathers and hopes of the future here they lay.

We reach out to grasp a hope slowly fleeting,
A hope that our sons and daughters may see tomorrow.
A hero that would put an end to all this bleeding.
Future so far accumulates in the tyranny of a corrupt generation,
Never to see the sun only to hear the sorrow,
Hope for a hero penetrating the fabric of our consolation

Fireworks, balloons we celebrate our victory,
At the cost of millions of lives serving.
Who will stand on the roofs to tell their story?
Who will see past this eery calm that clouds our minds?
We all see the truth but never try learning,
So instead we escape ourselves with the help of blinds.

There's more then this eery calm,
Jesus come be the center of it all.
Come and hold me in your palm,
Hold my hopes, dreams and aspirations.
Come like You promised when I fall,
Save me now from this desolation.

You are the hero we are all waiting for,
Jesus save us from this vicious blood shed.
From this generation trying to leave us poor.
Jesus come burn a passion beyond this strife,
So that when all is done and said,
You will be in the center of our life.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Set me free

I'm like a bird stuck in a cage
Looking behind these brasen bars
At a world that seems so much more
One at which I wish I could obtain

I'm like a train on a track
Running along these cold steel rails
Heading to a destination set
Never to stray away on my own.

I want more then this
To set my own path
I want more then this
To spread my wings, set me free

I'm like a snowflake falling to the ground
Only to be trampled under your feet
I'm like a fire that rages under control
Only going where you allow me to

I don't want to be that way
i want to float freely and stand upon my feet
I don't want to be that way
I want to burn brighter, faster, higher then before

I'm like a star out there shining brightly
But I'm just like the rest shimmering as bight as they
I'm like a cloud that goes where the wind blows
But I want to float where I wish to rain when I want

I want to be free to stand on my own
To hear only that what I need to hear
And folowing only those that I trust
to stand firm and not be pushed over

By Aimee R.M. Condon

In Memory of My Grandparents!

My grandparents George and Harriette Irwin lived a live of servanthood, demonstrating the best that we all could be. They lived a life devoted to God and to the commission of preaching His name unto the ends of the Earth. George and Harriette were missionaries in Vietnam where they worked and lived for most of there lives. They preached the Gospel to all kinds of tribes that lived in that area of Vietnam and there is where they loved to be. i did not personally know my Grandparents that close but their lives have always inspired me to reach for the best that is out there. The stories that I was told about there lives and the pictures that they had, ignited a passion in me to see the lost reached even if it meant losing my own life. I could see in them even in their retirement that their one goal in life was to do what the Lord called to them to do. My Grandpa never stopped even if he seemed to not be able to move or in a lot of pain he stilled pressed on to see God's kingdom spread to the Vietnamese and Chinese people that live in Toronto (the city that he retired in). I am grateful to my grandparents that they never gave up and that they continued to preach, it has inspired me to preach the Gospel no matter what the cost is. I'm grateful to God that he gave them that call, that He protected, provided and gave them a compassion for all people. I only hope that I can be even half of what they were. Their lives were filled with adventures everything I from off-roading to preaching to a tribe that believed in human sacrifice. They though all this that they experienced I'm sure must have leaned and fully trusted in God. I'm saddened but also extremely joyed to hear that they have passes on. I am saddened because they are no longer here on this earth, but I am joyed that they have left here to be in heaven with God. Their lives will forever live on in my memory and I'm sure they memories of many others. This is written to honor the lives of the faithful in Christ Jesus. The people that have inspired me to be better. but most of all in memory of my Grandparents:
George Irwin passed away on January 27, 2007
Harriette Irwin passed away on March 12, 2007

Yours truly,
Aimee R.M. Condon