My heart is torn and needs repair
Where e’er I look I sight despair
Oh gracious Lord, please bring us peace
And from this pain grant our release !
My heart is torn and needs repair
Where e’er I look I sight despair
Oh gracious Lord, please bring us peace
And from this pain grant our release !
So now my Lord, the curtain falls
It’s gently slipping down the walls
The silence flowing all around
Leaves ne’er a whisper to be found.
The light is dim it barely shows
Its shadows all seem to have froze
Tis time for us to catch our sleep
And conjure dreams that we may keep !
I think that I would rather be
An angel on the Christmas tree
All sparkling in its angel dust
Shining so bright as stardust must,
Or eagle from her aerie nest
Judging behavior of the best
Perhaps a swan upon the lake
Whose paddling does not water break
While even hens upon a clutch
Will warn you loudly, do not touch
I’m just a mother trying hard
To teach her children follow God !
Laughter breeds so many joyous things
Your eyes will smile as your heart grows wings
The air feels clean and the dawn glows bright
Because we’ve survived the darkest night.
We have risen to the heights of hope
While rapidly learning how to cope
Our dreams remain a moment away
They are the fruits for another day !
A man he traveled on a road, it was to Damascus
His name was Saul when he began, though now he’s Paul to us
While on that journey long ago there was a lesson learned
You can’t take credit for good deeds that you have not yet earned !
Now once again the caissons roll
The chapel bells do chime and toll
Each body rests within the grave
As love of God the soul may save !
What we forget not to recall
Those days that spelled defeat for all
When planes and bombs did fill the air
And all we’d left was hope and prayer !
For all of the joy that the holidays bring
There is this bit reminding us of one thing
That through all the pleasures each season may bear
Sometimes there’s a reason that we daren’t share.
The heart’s just a muscle that rises and falls
Yet treasures the moment and often recalls
Those times that were real, much before used to be
When some had to leave for a new destiny
Wherever they’ve gone, we have bid them adieu
As we must carry on, the remaining few !
The air is charged with thoughts intense
What shall we do in our defense
The days are numbered who can say
Who will the hero be today ?
Will they be travelling on a horse
Or sailing on a separate course
And will this choice affect our lives
Of course it must one does surmise ?
Let’s pray that God is on our side
Along life’s road He’ll be our guide
We need to take our country back
Stay safe from harm and all attack !
Our world is full of so much stuff
You’d think by now we’d have enough
Where does it come from, do you know
We sure have reaped more than we sow.
There’s boxes filled up to the brim
With bits and pieces, lots of trim
Plus all of that and so much more
That threatens to burst through the door.
I’d like to think that as I age
There’s room for more upon the stage
Like hope and dreams and love galore
For all in God’s department store !
Now that Santa has become quite “passe”
And is no longer hero of our day
What shall we do ’bout Thursday’s roast turkey
With all the trimmings we can wish to see ?
Another thought soon crosses o’er my mind
How will Charlie’s gang, that great pumpkin find ?
So many questions I have yet to ask
Seems my life has become an endless task !
There is a hole deep down inside
You try your darnedest to deny
It doesn’t matter where you hide
The emptiness just will not die !
With time one learns to get along
Because that’s what our Lord does teach
He fills our lives with love and song
And helps us to our fullness reach !
The autumn colors, what a sight
Ranging in shades from dark to light
Such joy the fall’s chill air does bring
That culminates in harvesting,
Like gourds and pumpkin on the vine
Great bales of hay all in a line,
The sheep whose wool is thickening
And will be sheared in early spring
Oh would that we must thank our God
Though times be plenteous or hard !
Seems all that is left of the life I once knew
Are old photographs and a mem’ry or two !
One simple thought occurs to me
That nothing in our lives is free
We pay the price there is no choice
The time is here to raise our voice.
Sound the alarm, call in the guard
It’s sure correct to fence the yard
Prepare ourselves for the onslaught
In this morass we can’t be caught !
The frost is on the pumpkin and the birds are on the wing
Let us cuddle in our nests until we return to spring
Take out all the extra blankets and turn the heat up high
It’s gonna be a winter that is loathe to say goodbye
And remember, when nears next season and birds homeward come
The process is do-over and what’s old has been undone !
The truth seems to be put aside
Else fears and lies will soon collide
For who can know the depth of this
Its people caught in self-abyss ?
One wonders why deceit is king
When honesty heals everything
How can it be blindness prevails
While all our ships hoist tattered sails ?
The more I see the more I think
This world it totters on the brink
Seems no solution has appeared
The final outcome is quite clear
We’re on the eve of some attack
How shall we win our freedom back ?
I hear the sound of our retreat
We need to get back on our feet
Stand up for what you know is right
We can’t afford to lose this fight !
I may wander in the twilight until my life is o’er
And wonder if I understand what hope is really for ?
When I was young and just a lass
I found a lovely bead of glass
Its color was the purest gold
The shape was bevelled and quite old.
I’d often thought from whence it came
And did its owner have a name
How foolish now as I recall
It hid amongst the leaves that fall.
But such a girl I was back then
I thought about it not again
For beads of glass without a home
Are objects of forgotten tome.
We cannot find the rest of it
And only have the smallest bit
‘Twould be a waste of time and care
To seek whatever once was there !
A man who ruled in ancient history
And was a victim of iniquity,
Inspired by heroic deeds galore
You’ve heard the legends and the myths before.
His name still haunts the halls of storyland
With visions bold and virtues deemed so grand
This man of wisdom held his honor high
And strove for justice long before he died !
HAIL ARTHUR AND HIS KNIGHTS !
Tan, orange, yellow, brown and umber too
Fall colors all just waiting there for you
Their happy faces laughing all the while
So full of zest and sporting lots of style
Thank you dear Lord above, how did you know
What treasure grand these autumn leaves would show ?
So many times I have felt quite sad
Like I’d lost something I knew I had
Though I searched and searched most everywhere
I just couldn’t find what once was there.
Well I think that’s how it is with war
When you’re sure you can’t bear anymore
And the heartache becomes so intense
There’s nothing more left for your defense.
Turn to the Lord and offer a prayer
That you won’t lose faith in your despair
Beg Him please to keep your hope alive
And pray for help that you will survive,
For life without faith can have no goal
As one without God will have no soul !
I thought perhaps you’d like to know
That God above does love you so
He doesn’t mind that you have flaws
And understands there may be cause
Speak out to Him and still your fears
Trust in Him for He is all ears.
There’s not a hair upon your head
A single word that you have said
Or any thought that’s in your heart
He hasn’t known right from the start
So carry on and do your best
Look to the Lord for all the rest !
I’d like to say that I know all
The promises I should recall
But since I was a tiny tot
It seems to me there were a lot.
While childhood was to home confined
I promised that I’d always mind
In Sunday school I swore that I
Would love the Lord and never lie.
Then as I grew and went to school
I pledged the flag and golden rule
When I was twelve, Girl Scouts came next
I took the vows and learned the text.
Now at thirteen I was confirmed
That’s where Commandments all were learned
High School became a brand new stage
I entered in another age.
I’d like to think I’ve done my best
For family, God and the rest
As truth and faith, integrity
Mean everything on earth to me !
Oh for my life that used to be
When I was young and truly free
With all those passions I did feel
The foolishness and thought unreal.
I spent my life much like a child
Manner sweet and a temper mild
It took a lot for me to pout
I never felt I was left out
How I do wish that I could find
A place to leave the past behind !