Waiting for the Son
“Waiting for the Son” takes its title from Jim Morrison’s lyric in The Doors song “Waiting for the Sun” — a song about the loss of Paradise and the longing for Eden to return. It is a dream poets have always shared: a vision of Utopia, of a more loving world that has moved poets and authors to dream boldly about hope for humanity ever since, especially thanks to Jesus Christ’s vision of Paradise on Mother Earth is an inspiration to dreaming big and bold.
This collection explores how the words of Jesus Christ continue to inspire us all. For centuries, poets and authors have drawn from the deep well of wisdom He gave us two thousand years ago. Because of His timeless teachings, followers can gain a profound understanding of life — without the need to spend decades learning through trial and error alone. His foundational wisdom has the power to place people on the right path, for those who choose to hear and follow His words.
“Waiting For The Son”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Waiting for the son,
I wonder where?
He might already,
Roam around here.
He sees the evil,
He will seize his force.
He got the key,
To unlock all doors.
Who is he,
Whom to watch?
He will sneak among us,
His timing is such.
Grandiose or not,
With his dawning light.
He is the one,
That destroys the night.
He proposes to you,
Love and just fun.
I wish his times,
Had already begun.
Whom to blame,
For what is wrong.
Find the problem,
To be solved by one.
I am humble,
But inside us all.
Is a voice,
Heed its call,
Or you will fall.
“Waiting For The Son 2”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
We are all waiting,
Each and everyone.
The returning of Jesus,
For him to do the undone.
Inspiration through times,
Every poet’s foundation.
His wisdom will make,
An artistic salvation.
His voice is alive,
Through his 2000 tears.
He is back with only bliss,
To erase all the fears.
Do not doubt,
Watch the invisible sky.
He comes from a Kingdom,
You go to when you die.
Inspiration my dear,
An ancient wave.
That inspired the world,
How to behave.
“Waiting For The Son 3”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
The world is tired,
Worn out lost.
But they deny his name,
At any cost.
But some does repent,
And change for the good.
And takes care of the weak and old,
In their neighborhood.
They listen deeply,
To the word of him.
He inspired even,
Morrison, Jim.
“Grab your neighbors,
And love them,
Until it hurts.”
Remember the “crazy one”,
Said that.
Heed that call,
Maybe he’s not that crazy,
After all.
Jim Morrison,
Will stand tall,
In the eyes,
Of the coming son.
Amen.
“Waiting For The Son 4”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Every poet,
Picks up his pen.
Because Jesus win battles,
In the very end,
He will mend.
Glory in ink,
People do think.
Fight for “Titanic”,
That she will not sink.
Jesus, dear,
Heavenly Lord.
Here comes the crystal ship,
Climb onboard.
Salvation exist,
When eternity draws his breath.
The poet’s pen,
Says there is no death.
“Waiting For The Son 5”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Jesus dared to dream,
Without any fear.
Inspired the vision,
Of the mighty William Shakespeare.
The poet of poets,
Jesus, the torch in the night.
Shakespeare dared to dream,
In the midst of his night.
The golden works,
Of Shakespeare in the spot.
Would never have surfaced,
If Jesus, was not.
“Waiting For The Son 6”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
The resurrection of Christ,
Made hope for us all.
There is something divine,
That will never fall.
This light of forever,
Time has passed.
This ancient ink,
Will always last.
God had the word,
To be manifested on earth.
The only way for a poet,
Is a spiritual rebirth.
“Waiting For The Son 7”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
God’s days of the week,
Are seven,
He gave words to the poet,
For him to write about Heaven.
Your duty, the wise one,
Make all people smart.
Then “Utopia” will manifest,
In a brand new start.
“Waiting For The Son 8”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Jim Morrison,
The son the new dawn.
Introduced Eden,
To your every lawn.
The forever green grass,
For eternity to grow.
The reason he dreamed,
Because of the words Jesus did sow.
Dream of Paradise,
He can do it dear God.
His every word is written,
By the spirit in his blood.
“Waiting For The Son 9”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Thank you God,
For your loving son.
Let your will,
Be written and done.
Your words of heart,
The deepest to seize.
The only words,
That gives poets peace.
Thank you God,
You are who you are.
You lead us poets,
With your morning star.
“Waiting For The Son 10”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
The ancient wisdom,
Is present in heart.
In every poet,
Who bleeds his art.
The cross is taken,
The long walk is done.
Every poet fights,
For the vision of the son.
“Waiting For The Son 11”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
God’s Son has spoken,
Did his deeds.
For all to see,
At the cross He bleeds.
All poets do it,
Listen and say.
You got the word,
Kneel and pray.
The word was given,
Floating through times.
Let the glory,
Shine in your rhymes.
“Waiting For The Son 12”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Jim Morrison died,
Because he believed.
That The Second Adam,
Should be received.
But he lost the fire,
The torch burned out.
Though he warned us,
What this is all about.
This is Eden,
God is above.
Deep inside,
Of all lives love.
“Waiting For The Son 13”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Do not be a Judas,
At your word.
Remember you are,
A responsible bird.
Your duty is,
To fight with what you do.
So the glory of God,
Breaks free because of you.
Life is a risk,
All will die.
Do not be the one,
Who lives a lie.
“Waiting For The Son 14”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
A tiny gospel,
Hides in art.
Unites the world,
With an honest heart.
Closer the poet,
Comes every day.
Beware of that beast,
The bird of prey.
Your gospel is small,
But carries a role.
To give humanity,
Back its soul.
“Waiting For The Son 15”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Behold Jim Morrison,
His burning flame.
But no on fed it,
And stole his game.
His vision was,
To give the vision to man.
And bury our troubles,
In the sand.
So sad alone,
But he carried the cross.
At least he tried,
To please God, his boss.
But words survive,
Also the words of Jim.
Maybe one day,
His dream comes to him.
“Waiting For The Son 16”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
We are all waiting,
For the Son.
Even he does not know,
When he will come.
Poets feel it,
It is the air.
Maybe brothers and sisters,
Soon he is here.
The spiritual bloodline,
Of Christ our Jesus.
Jim Morrison screamed,
Come and save us.
All poets do their,
Deeds of good.
Soon he returns,
That is understood.
Until the very,
Day of glory.
We continue to tell,
His amazing story.
Jim Morrison forefront,
The fighter for light.
Looked at the stars,
Got his visions in the night.
Great screaming Christ,
Doing his best.
To heal the Roman Empire,
In the west.
So, Jesus thy mystery,
Will always be.
Let your being,
Set us free.
“Waiting For The Son 17”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Jim Morrison was humble,
Believe it or not.
But he put not himself,
But Jesus in the spot.
That desperate scream,
In «When The Music’s Over».
Even wakes up the people,
Who are not sober.
That kneeling cry,
Come here and save us.
You are the only one,
Our Lord, savior, Jesus.
“Waiting For The Son 18”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
Not one single poet,
Knows the time of the day.
When Jesus comes back,
Forever to stay.
Poets try to speak,
His eternal words.
They do their best,
To describe His world.
But the one that really,
Knows what to do.
Is Jesus Christ,
He knows what to do.
“Waiting For The Son 19”
By Robert Moritz-Olsen
All poets got a candle,
Christ hides in the flame.
They talk about his spirit,
Without mentioning his name.
Christ is the dreams,
Of the poet’s nights.
Where he leads their pens,
And encourage poets to fight.
Fight for the goodness poets,
Remember the candle’s flame.
It is the ancient wisdom,
That gave you the flame,
And fame.