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 !
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 !
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 !
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 !
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 ?
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 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 !
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 !
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 !
One feels walled in by steel and concrete
While strolling down a large city street
Confined by noise and lack of fresh air
I believe I choose to not be there.
Show me a field whence wilderness grows
It’s sure to be where godliness flows,
Or by a small stream or riverbed
With a gravel path that’s been well tred.
Nature’s replete with sounds loud and clear
The birds and creatures all seem to cheer
There is great joy in God’s wonderland
Hear it sing aloud and sound so grand !
EXCUSE ME, but sometimes the fragility of life brings us closer to our creator while estranging us from the cruel reality of life at hand ! I do not comprehend the recent reactions of our nation to currently impending real life tragedies. How the times have radically changed ! I fear that Lady Godiva would encounter absolutely no reaction if her infamous ride were reenacted today in New York or Washington, DC, although perhaps she would get a streamer on E linking her to a candy manufacturer which says a great deal about present worldwide educational standards and the professorial elect class !! Wow, another mouthful ! What has happened to the old adage, “to thine ownself be true” ? Why have we now distorted traditional ethics ? Wherefore hast integrity escaped us ? Is this the new Dark Ages ? Questions, questions, are we partner to appeasement ? What is the purpose of a disengaged world organization that spends trillions of dollars and claims climate change is the enemy ? Oh sad the stranger in the dark, but sadder still the soul that cannot recognise the Handwriting on the wall ! A man once said,” Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani ?” that is “My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me ?” Do we have an answer ? Sincerely, Claire B.
The hours fly like autumn leaves
Both sere and withered in the breeze
The days are lost, they’ve disappeared
Like storm toss’d trees all stripped and sheared.
Our yesterdays are hard to find
Our joys and pains are intertwined.
Confusion teases what we’ve known
With memories long deeply flown.
Our fleeting thoughts do come and go
We queue to wait for God’s next show !
EXCUSE ME, here I am in my ageing wheelchair, at my really old kitchen farm table, 38″ x 26″, circa 1900, with its aproned multi-turned vintage legs and truly discreet 1+” rollers on a beautiful Sunday morning having my usual breakfast of juice, black coffee in an ironstone mug, half a sliced banana and exactly 10 mini wheat squares with fat-free half & half ! Precise, right ? It’s early AM, this room has 8 solarfilmed windows, each 3′ x 6′, all covered by beige old fashioned lace curtains. With windows all open, the curtains rising and fluttering in the breeze, I can hear the church bells in the distance, there are 4 churches within a 2 block radius of my current residence. It’s like a symphony in carillon ! Waves of nostalgia wash over me and I am transported to a place almost 80 years ago in the past ! All this time yet that destination is not a mile away from here nor a minute away from my dearest memories ! This is about one of those cardboard signs my nana had in a streetside window, CURTAINS STRETCHED, 25 cents a pair. My grandpop was an ironworker ( Fagan, Tietjen & Lang, Federal, Todd and Bethlehem Steel ) and he made her an adjustable curtain stretcher which my agile childsized fingers could manipulate with the help of a small stepstool, also homemade ! My job after school was to take that agate pan full of starchwater and soaking lace, layering on as many panels at a time to dry in the afternoon sun ! As my nana would say, “idle hands do the devil’s work”. Haha, I don’t think he ever had a chance with me ! How about you ? By the way, that half-banana is low on my fav list but high in potassium, or is that an old wives tale ? Sincerely, Claire B.
I learned so many years ago
That love’s a part of God’s design,
That each of us needs time to know
Shall we accept His will divine ?
Within the heart exists this place
That lingers wistful ever long
For only God can fill its space
Because it’s where true love belongs !
I left my dreams at God’s front door
I cannot beg, no not once more,
Some will come true while others fade
I shall accept decisions made
For in the end when hope is not
The love of God is what I’ve got !
It is my wish to walk with God
And tred the path wherein He trod
I sacrificed all that I know
That I may follow where He’ll go.
I shadow Him because I must
Or I shall only turn to dust,
First man was formed of simple clay
God breathed in him His holy way
I will succeed I know I can
How wonderful He’s God not man !
There are some things I’d like to mend
While there’s still time left to defend
Without a drummer or a fife,
The broken pieces of my life
So I may rest before I’m done
To face God’s challenge soon to come.
Our Lord has made His presence known
With every breeze the wind has blown
He is the air which we all breathe
And every tear or sigh we heave.
Be not afraid there in the dark
Though night may seem still, chill and stark
Be glad that you are not alone
Upon the cliff or rock and stone.
God wills each tree to stand or fall
He is the master of them all
Rest easy as your time draws near
God shares with all His love not fear !
There is this dream I’ve had before
Of some place where there is no war
Where men may thrive and bide content
Beneath God’s giant moonlit tent,
A world in which His word is law
Where no one questions or keeps score,
A place where peace and love abide
And all our needs, the Lord provide !
Oh ladybug where have you been
What kind of trouble are you in
I see you there upon the floor
How did you enter through my door ?
You must have hidden in the greens
Because my windows all have screens
There is a question I must ask
It will not keep you from your task.
Oh little bug you move so fast,
The good you do is great and vast
Your species spreads around the earth
When will we realise your worth ?
These tears are mine, they will not cease
Here in God’s world, there is no peace !
I’ve never been to Samarkand
Or toured the cities cross that land
But I have stood beside the sea
Where Mary sojourned to Turkey
To make her home in Ephesus
After the death of dear Jesus.
So many tales that did unfold
In ancient Corinth’s city old
I stood upon the bema where
Paul called his followers to prayer.
I’ve wandered round the isle of Crete
Where Titus preached in every street,
I’ve been to Michael’s Mount in France
Where history is my romance
Perhaps one day I’ll get to see
The hill they call Gethsemane !
Seems I have walked too many miles
In search of friendship, happy smiles
I’ve traveled half this world and wide
To seek the truth that’s deep inside,
That kindness opens any door
And love abides forevermore.
Oh where, oh where has Johnny gone
Is he back home upon the farm
Or has he found another way
To guide his life from day to day ?
What do you seek my darling boy
To help you more your life enjoy
What wonder is there left for you
Or miracles that you may do ?
I pray you give it greater thought
That in the web you won’t be caught
And render unto God your King
Obedience in everything !
I have trod a perilous path in my search for the Lord
And have paid a precious price much more than I could afford
I left my old world behind in search of His peace and grace
Knowing well in advance that I can never see His face.
Now the love of the Lord is beside me where ere I go
And the moments that He guides me are what I’ve come to know
The road is longer than I thought, much greater is its cost
It doesn’t matter what it takes without Him I am lost !
My heart is full, my mind is clear
I want to shout to those who’ll hear
There is a God who watches all
He is the power that makes the call.
The sun, the moon, the stars that glow
They are all part of His great show
The wind, the air, the planets too
Are part of His vast retinue.
There is no deed that goes unseen
Though it be ugly or obscene
He notes each act of kindness shown
And from which tree each leaf has blown.
This universe may never know
The depths to which His powers go
There is no wisdom so complete
That does not tremble at His feet !