There are these words that fill my heart
And bring each day a brand new start
With joy and love and common good
Celebrating life as we should.
Oh blessed Lord teach us to find
A better way to help unwind
Confusion and the sadness of
A world that is devoid of love !
Oh Santa Claus, dear Santa Claus
This is the wrong time of the year
However, I need ask because
Too soon the holidays are here.
We get so very bothered now
Just trying to keep up with life
It’s slipt away, I don’t know how
Between our courage and our strife.
I’d like to think that you and I
Perhaps could share the central theme
While knowing one day all shall die
Each needs accept both scheme and dream !
We shall not run out of values at stake
That is an action that we will not take
For the facts are what this is all about
Either spoken gently or with a shout,
Only time can tell as each day rolls on
There is this thought that we depend upon.
When the winter’s young and the cold is new
We own the courage to make this come true
That as we age and experience mounts
There is the moment when true wisdom counts.
You may do your best making fools of all,
But who will stand at last clarion’s call ?
There was a tree that I had seen
Quite lush and large and oh so green
When I was young and not so tall
The tree had barely grown at all.
I’ve watched it age through all the years
Some good, some bad, some full of fears
But always spreading out each limb
As if in thanks offered to Him.
The tree is old, well I am too
If truth be told, we’ve shared a view
Times are long past, we’ve had our day
So like that tree nought left to say !
Once was a killer whale I saw afloat
He was much larger than a fishing boat.
Oh such a friendly whale I’ve never met
He’d roll and dive as close as he could get
And splattered ocean water everywhere
Upon the face and hands and in one’s hair.
Oh what a thrill I’ve had to watch him swim
And how I dreamt that I could splash with him,
But whales are far too big to play with me
Besides they live in waters deep asea.
I think that I shall have to be content
Thank God that You to me this pleasure sent !
There’s much to be said for a life well spent
More to be taught from what the years have lent !
Oh that yearning for times long past
Those youthful days that did not last
Where all our dreams began as hope
To bear no limits in their scope
For youth is that which knows no fear
Of obstacles both far and near.
Yet all too soon those days must pass
Like shadows in life’s looking glass
While time alone may leave its marks
As former youth on age embarks
There face anew another day
To pack their former life away !
