I pray that I have left my doubts behind
Embracing all, accepting what I find
As life does rise and surge and constant wind
Throughout the channels of each fragile mind.
I pray that I have left my doubts behind
Embracing all, accepting what I find
As life does rise and surge and constant wind
Throughout the channels of each fragile mind.
I cannot see, I cannot think
My life is trembling on the brink
The world about is crass and crude
The masses live in manner rude.
This is not what God meant for us
He gave us visions glorious
Our lives reflect His hopes and joys
With echoes that His grace employs !
A flower in a garden that’s treated like a weed
And gathers no attention nor garners any heed
It soaks up what is left or can wither in the brush
Or bides its time in silence with ne’er a need to rush.
A hardy sort, of course, that will weather every storm
And seizes on each moment that bides without a form
While there among lost shadows of times we never dreamt
Lie memories forsaken, abandoned or unkempt !
Do you recall what it was like
When you were but a tiny tyke
And kids would play out in the rain
Barefooted, zooming like a plane ?
Or hopscotch on a city street
With concrete squares beneath your feet,
What’s happened to those days of joy
When children could be girl or boy ?
A game of tag or hide and seek
Just count to ten and do not peek,
Oh how much fun there used to be
When children were kept safe and free !
I hear the angel choir as with clarity it rings
The sound of angel voices carries joy upon its wings
That promises to all a new tomorrow full of peace
As from this earthly plane the Lord does grant us our release !
A little bit of garden around the corner there
A little touch of heaven in early morning air
A highway in the sky for migrating birds to share
A pathway to the stars and a road to get you there.
If thoughts were things
And hearts had wings
Then you and I
Would learn to fly
Into God’s world
With hope unfurled
And spend our days
Singing His praise !
Before my eyes the changes grow
And this old world I used to know
Is disappointing, one by one
We’ve lost our values, life’s undone.
I cannot recognize this place
Sometimes I think I’m lost in space
While all about folks speak in tongues
Like Babel, we have climbed the rungs.
Oh would that we might congregate
And from our sins chance separate
Entreat the Father of us all
To grant us grace ere we shall fall !
Let us build a road to heaven
We’ll pave it with unselfish deeds
Days of the week are but seven
Not quite enough to meet our needs.
This task may take us forever
I hope we can afford the time
Will we succeed, I’d guess never
God knows, it could be worth the climb !
The winds of change surge cross the land
To spread their message where they can
They purge the very air we breathe
With time they may the pain relieve !
There are those times that I regret
The moments that one can’t forget
Remember of all words you say
Some live to speak another day !
I hear those church bells loud and clear
The peals fall sweetly on the ear
I wonder if the Lord above
Finds this a simple show of love ?
When all the choir voices raise
Their hymns to God in grateful praise
I wonder if their thrilling sound
Will reach His ear while heaven bound ?
A ray of sun breaks through the cloud
My heart cries out and sings aloud
One stolen thought now rears its head
All will be gone when I am dead.
When I look back upon my life
As child, daughter, mother or wife
Those things that I remember best
Are those that have withstood time’s test.
The days of childhood now long gone
Which gave us hope to wish upon
All followed by the maiden schemes
To shape one’s life and seek one’s dreams.
Then on one day to find true love,
The hero she’d been thinking of
Thus starts new life and motherhood
The years fly by as all years should.
Now that it’s part of what has passed
The good, bad, strayed or could not last,
Tis sad to think that nothing’s sure
Our God alone holds reason pure !
Each morning as my body stirs
My mind awakes, my heart concurs
And here I lie, incumbent still
I’m loathe to rise, I’ve lost my will.
My bed is warm and soft and safe
Protected from the phantom wraith
For God alone is my true cause
And nought but He earns my applause.
The time draws near when we must meet
And I will cower at His feet !
Now Lot was a good kind ambitious man
The nephew of our father Abraham
He chose life in the valley of Jordan
Among the hills within the rivers run.
While there midst all those noxious Sodomites
Lot made his choice to live his days and nights
God sent His angels with a message and
Bade him escape the evil of that land.
Lot’s wife, poor thing, would oh so foolish be
Turning, for the last she would ever see,
The lesson is the Lord does speak to all
Please listen close to hear His final call !
A little bit of heaven has nestled next to me
An angel without wings I’m convinced that he must be
He is a precious package and smells so extra sweet
His daddy’s pride and joy and his mommy’s dearest treat.
Oh tiny babe, with chubby cheeks, hands of doll-like size
You are God’s gift of true love, His blessing in disguise !
There’s no morning sunshine or even setting sun
When our lives are over and all of this is done
And sadly through the mist as life has passed us by
There’s no time left to think or laugh or wave goodbye !
At times I’m lost, deep in a trance
And searching for another glance
To prove that life will still advance
To some safe place one takes a stance
I’m wishing that this may enhance
The chances of our last romance !
There is a basket that sits on a shelf nearby
Full of ideas that failed as other hopes did die
It holds the remnants of the life that I desired
When time was young and no special talent required.
There in that simple basket rests a thousand schemes
Amongst the fabric, ribbons, needles, plans and dreams
Pieces of wood, paper, cotton, wishes and bows
All of them part of a past that nobody knows.
The basket is silent, it never had a voice
Like those who filled my life yet never made a choice
Each has their secret cache that only they control
And each at last decides what is their final goal !
There is a core buried deep inside
A place for our tears, our fears to hide
This lonely spot hidden fast away
And older grows with each passing day
We need to learn how to break the spell
To face the world while the story tell
But who are we, who can change our fate
With God’s constant care, pray we’re not late !
There is a special place that I do remember well
It’s full of sweet aromas all wonderful to smell
And there among the roses this bit of heaven rests
A garden in life’s jungle of God’s own treasure chests !
Mary, Mary, where have you been
What trouble is it you are in
Is your snow white lamb lost once more
Could he be waiting at the door ?
You need to be so careful please
Protect yourself, face, hands and knees
Perhaps you could learn self-defense
Take care when climbing any fence.
Times used to be you were a child
Quite innocent, both kind and mild
Those days are now forever gone
Keep safe my child, the world moves on !
There is this observation that I’ve lately made
About the disposition of all the plans we’ve laid
I try hard imagining what we may expect
There’s no point in struggling if we allow neglect.
Love is the glue binding hearts together
Random acts of kindness are the tether.
I wish I were a tiny child who fell asleep each night
With thoughts of angels all about who keep us in their sight
They comfort us with melodies or words that are so sweet
And show us how to accept our success or our defeat.
You’ll see our fears would disappear we’d be so ever calm
As all this love the angels share works like a magic charm
I know some find it hard to trust that angels keep us safe
Believe that God is on your side, oh ye of little faith !
Walls of windows that I now see
From all around are watching me
Windows, windows, they’re everywhere
I sight still more just over there !
Windows spying on me and you
Who can escape from their broad view
Glad we’ve no windows in the sky
Wait, hold on, that is one big lie !
Perhaps I may not have it right
We’re never far from vision’s sight
Oh Lord above protect us from
The nosey watchers and their thumb !
Have you seen all the shades of blue
That seem to range the ocean through
From azure light to dark blue green
With all the shades that lie between ?
From almost clear close to the shore
Or paler as you dip your oar
Reflecting rays of strong sunlight
Or midnight dark under starlight ?
Such a happy phenomenon
I sure would like to dwell upon
What all of this can mean to me,
I think God loves diversity !