I keep myself so busy
There is always work to do
Sometimes I feel so dizzy
That I take a break or two.
My life is full of meaning
And I pray it stays this way
With God to do the gleaning
There is faith in every day !
I keep myself so busy
There is always work to do
Sometimes I feel so dizzy
That I take a break or two.
My life is full of meaning
And I pray it stays this way
With God to do the gleaning
There is faith in every day !
Life is always changing
It never stays the same
The rules keep mutating
It’s like a futile game.
We are growing older
But wiser every day
Bones are growing brittler
More fragile every way.
The story must soon end
It’s finish now quite clear
Come hold my hand dear friend
Let’s pray and have no fear !
You are the rain that gently falls
The summer breeze that softly calls
The robin high above the eaves
Playing I-see-you in the leaves.
The gull, the wren, the dove, the lark
All creatures moving in the dark
The water rushing rocks and rills
The wide expanse of fields and hills
This world that is Your vast domain
The gift You’ve promised will remain
You are the stars that shine above
You are the object of our love !
I haven’t thought too much today
What my life will be tomorrow
I’ve no desire to find some way
Where moments beg, steal or borrow.
I have no dreams of afterlife
Or hope that soars to distant height
I search for peace absent of strife
A world bathed in God’s quiet light !
I thank You God for being there
You are my strength and loving care
In all the years that I have known
You have not failed, I’m not alone.
It is my wish to rest with You
After my life on earth is through
I know that there is room for me
I do not fear eternity !
Of all the dreams I’ve ever dreamt
And all the wishes I have spent
Together with my best intent
Will this one be life’s last event ?
There was a story that I’d heard
So long ago it seems absurd
About a man who lost his way
He couldn’t tell his night from day.
He wandered far across the land
Through mountainpass and desert sand
He crossed the waters wide and deep
He travelled on without much sleep.
Until at last he stopped to rest
And found the object of his quest
An ancient town and tiny gem
By name it was called Bethlehem !
When I was but a child of three
I napped upon my mother’s knee
The time that I was turning five
Her stories made me feel alive
And as I reached the age of ten
She turned into my one best friend !
All through the years she held my hand
And showed me that life could be grand
When I arrived at sweet sixteen
She taught me how to be a queen !
Now I am old, I’ve lost my way
I wish I knew what she would say
I’d put myself into her place
If only I could see her face !
There are so many ways to say
Good Morning World, have a great day
Remember always to be kind
Never leave good manners behind.
Too often we are quite remiss
And bid farewell without a kiss
Or slam a door on the way out
With hurried gesture or a shout !
Please stop and think before you go
What kind of love is it you show
Can it be like care God gives you
Unselfish, fair both just and true ?
I’m guessing this is not the case
There are issues need be embraced
Solutions we are praying for
With caring hearts and open door !
Today’s a day that I recall
When I was young and oh so small
My father took me by the hand
He hoped that I would understand.
We talked of God and varied things
And whether angels do have wings
He had so very much to say
We walked and chatted all the way.
In those remaining years we knew
My dad and I much closer grew
He tutored me, I was his clone
That’s how I learned to stand alone.
I thank him now for lessons taught
And all the strength his wisdom bought
I miss him still and always will
The gap he left too huge to fill !
Among the wishes that I made
When I was young and unafraid
The one that I remember best
Is that I vowed to not possess
A jealous heart or unkind thought
In keeping with the lessons taught
Stick to the rules obey the Lord
Accept His grace with true accord !
My Pop he was my mother’s dad
In life he gave it all he had,
My Pop he was so ever sweet
He was a favorite on the street.
“Hey George” they’d call with hearty voice
“What’s new today, what is our choice ?”
He knew that they would come to eat
He’d nod his head and tap his feet.
He’d do a jig to make them smile
Still taking orders all the while,
He swept that sidewalk every morn
And worked that store from early dawn.
My Nana she came in at noon
It seemed that never was too soon
And after lunch was almost through
He made the bank by half-past two
He never was a minute late
And walked with happy spritely gait !
One little man in woolen cap
He’d head on home to take his nap.
When Nana died in sixty-two
We thought his storekeep time was through
It came as one complete surprise
He joined me in my enterprise !
I’m not lonely, how can that be
Since there is no one here but me
I am my own good company !
I’m sure the Lord’s forever there
He always answers every prayer
And whisks away life’s dark despair !
I know His love is there to give
To teach each one how to forgive
And help us all our lives to live.
The lessons learned there at His feet
Become the goals we need complete,
Fulfill our hopes and futures greet !
In homage to my dear grandpa,
I know his grave’s not off too far
But going back won’t help at all
My memory is still enthralled
I was a girl of twenty-five
When grandpa he just up and died
With wrinkled face and gentle eyes
Too late for us to say goodbyes.
Who ever thought that I’d recall
Those yesteryears when I was small
When I was young I used to sit
On grandpa’s lap and rock a bit.
I can remember that old chair
It sat beside the fireplace there
Like some carved wooden rocking thing
With all the joy those mem’ries bring
And when my children were so small
That rocking chair could hold us all.
My grandpa built that rocking chair
With his own hands and love to spare
Now that was very long ago
The time has flown but this I know
All that I am or hoped to be
Are part of my heredity !
I am that simple grain of sand
Who tempest tossed waits His command
Sometimes I tire, impatient grown
Where is the fruit of seeds I’ve sown ?
How long must I endure this pain
And when may I relief obtain,
So many questions fill my mind
Where is this peace I yearn to find ?
A gentle voice I seem to hear
It whispers softly in my ear
“This God alone can truly know
He will be there whene’er you go !”
I spied a nest there in a tree
It seemed to be a mystery
What migrant pair did flee so fast
To travel cross this land so vast ?
The winter came and stayed awhile
Denying us sun’s warmth and smile
The limbs were bare the wind blew hard
And skirted through each empty yard.
I felt a chill and thought a bit
Of all the creatures born in it
Just how they struggled to survive
And with God’s help most stayed alive !
There is a question piques my mind
While caution should some value find
For in our hearts where truth still rings
One cannot fly with broken wings !
As I see how my life is spent
My prayers rise up, they’re heaven-bent
I speak to God from day to day
And beg Him please to light my way.
Perhaps to lead me by the hand
One day into the Promised Land
These lofty thoughts give rise to fear
What happens if He does not hear ?
I’ll do my best to carry on
He is my hope when all is gone
No matter what, I love Him still
He is my heart, my soul, my will !
To fill the world with gentle thought
To teach the lessons you’ve been taught
To guide your heart along life’s way
To silence anger and display,
To keep alive your fondest dream
To live with hope and peace redeem
To mix with all and be discreet
To stay your course without defeat,
To love your God, to Him be true
Respect yourself and follow through
Observe the rules to self instruct
Embrace the world with good conduct !
The foggy harbor’s in despair
Red lights are flashing everywhere
You hear the foghorn’s muffled call
The mist slips in to hide it all.
Seems there’s no space twixt fog and ground
The thickened air swims all around
Tis such a sight with naught to see
Except the fog that covers me !
My humble heart
Craves a new start
My God heals all
He hears my call.
His grateful child
I’m meek and mild
I stand and wait
At His front gate.
I need to know
He loves me so
I will be here
When He is near !
Blessed Lord Jesus hear my plea
Blessed Lord Jesus watch o’er me
Help me to do the things I must
Help me to live both honest and just.
Grant me strength to follow your way
Grant me peace to value each day
Handle my heart with extra care
Promise me You’ll always be there !
I hear the Angelus, it rings
Its doleful sound with glory sings
Here from my perch so very high
The mother and her child I spy !
So peaceful in the corner there
Some portion of the garden share
I wish that I might join them too
But it’s too late, quite overdue
The time is past to make amends
I sure would like to be best friends !
Have you wondered where your life has gone
Have you heard the peal of time’s alarm
Resounding loudly in its own way
When days are lost and all gone astray ?
For those of you who remember how
Let us speak with God right here and now
Asking Him in the kindest of ways
To help us through these difficult days.
Tell us again about what we face
When we meet at the end of the race
Help us to understand what it means
As we all reach the end of our dreams !
I’m standing by the window here
The city lights so seeming near
The sky above all black and grays
Now changing with the dawn’s first rays.
Her light moves slowly in the skies
Revealing morning’s bright surprise
Another day has come to stay
Don’t worry she’ll soon go away.
The city lights forever are
Like wind and rain and moon and star
These gifts of God from up above
Insuring His eternal love !
The raindrops trickle down the pane
Small rivulets of falling rain
They gather on the window sill
And tremble with a magic trill.
The song they sing is pitter-pat
Sometimes it’s sharp and sometimes flat
It flutters like a fairy’s wings
And to my heart a love song sings.
I’d like to know who thought of this
And give Him one enormous kiss!
The chapel bells ring out so sweet
From here up high above the sound
I see the people in the street
Parishioners all flock around.
Tis Sunday morn and bitter cold
The snow is hard and crunches loud
I see them all both young and old
Laughing hustling in a crowd.
Quite suddenly the quiet falls
The silence seems so full of calm
The chimes o’erhead toll out and call
It is God’s love that is our balm !
For all the gifts You’ve given me
My heart will ever grateful be
Much thanks for joys You’ve brought to me
It is all there, the world may see !
I’ll not complain when troubles call
For there are days the rain must fall
I’ll rise above the misty pall
To whisper thanks to God et al.
Sometimes I waken with a fright
And pray I make it through the night
The morning brings its sweet delight
Wings bearing hope now in my sight !
There’s a ragdoll sits in my chair
Black button eyes and red yarn hair
She’s been with me so many years
Through happy days and lots of tears.
She sits there like a regal queen
Commanding my whole bedroom scene
She is quite old but in good shape
Poor thing, this is her one landscape !
Her eyes came from old button shoes
A pair my mother once had used
When she was just a child like me
And dreaming of her life to be.
If Marcella were only here
To see the joy and happy cheer
Her Annie brings into each room
Chasing away the children’s gloom.
I know that it would make her proud
That her dad’s gift still woos the crowd
Though it’s one hundred years ago
Raggedy Ann still steals the show !