Oh how I wish that I might find
A path that’s safe and does not wind
The straightest road without a curve
Is more a choice than I deserve
For narrow as the options be
It is the route that pleases me !
Oh dearest Lord, please hear my plea
Create a stronger need in me
Help me to learn a kinder way
To face the challenge of each day !
I hear the sound of marching feet
Parading down lengths of main street
I heard the voice of those who died
With their last breath, they gave us pride.
The earth ran red with their lost blood
The tears they cried were like a flood
One cannot know what they would feel
Or understand there’s nothing real !
The steeple bells ring loud and clear
Another Sunday morning’s here
Let’s raise our voices in a song
To show our Lord we do belong.
The choir sings its chosen hymn
With words of glory lauding Him
Please, God on high, rejoice with us
That we may share the Glorious !
My heart is in the heavens, knocking at His door
I pray that God will hear me as He did before
And when my life is done and I have been set free
I pray that He will find a corner just for me!
I love you Lord, where ere I go
Your fingerprint is bound to show
The fields, the hills, the clouds above
See how the earth displays Your love.
The creatures that fill all the seas
Like those that form our fantasies
Both in the air and on the ground
Enjoy our earth and its surround,
You are the Maker and the King
Creator of our everything !
The air is fresh, it smells so sweet
I feel like dancing on my feet
But that’s a little premature
Since I’m unsteady, insecure.
I smile a lot, what should I do
Be grateful when each day is through
Hold on to dreams, we’re not yet done
Let’s pray there is lots more to come !