Help me, oh Lord teach me to pray
Grant me the strength to brave each day
Help me to be true to my word
Grant me the favor to be heard !
Help me, oh Lord teach me to pray
Grant me the strength to brave each day
Help me to be true to my word
Grant me the favor to be heard !
There is a thought that frequently
The world has so much more to see
If only you and I might be
Just part of life’s simplicity !
I’ve often thought how very kind
We are as we keep God in mind
How understading and complete
Our lives will be with joy replete !
The sun peeks out from behind each cloud
A chorus of birds all sing aloud
While the air about still smells as sweet
The wind has mellowed and is discreet.
What a perfect day just fore the storm
Where life as we know it is quite norm
Let’s carry on as we have before
And pray the Lord stands Guard at our door !
The pages of the calendar do fly
Like storm tossed leaves across a windy sky
Days of our lives now swiftly pass us by
Their hours, minutes all whispering goodbye !
My life has been a bundle of
Both smiles and tears, laughter and love
Mixed in with all the varied ploys
Of growing up midst foolish joys
It ne’er occured that I should be
A child of opportunity
Oh how I wish I could have learned
To be grownup and more concerned.
The time has passed, it’s far too late
I guess I’ve missed the starting gate !
The silence slips into the night
Too many hours before daylight
To soften all the morning sounds
Before the noise of life surrounds.
The light so dim grows brighter now
Promising hope survives somehow
Wherefore we have been lost so long
Help us to rise above the storm !
It never once occured to me
When I was but a child of three
That memories of days gone by
Would crowd my head ere I should die.
Most instances are so complete
At times they knock me off my feet
Whoever dreamt that olden days
Would be the pleasure of old age ?
I thank You Lord, that You have cared
And softened all the blows we’ve shared
I pray whatever lies in store
Will grant me peace forever more !
The sun’s grown pale, the moon is red
One dare not speak, words are unsaid
See how each leaf twists in the breeze
Erase the pain Lord, if You please
There is no solace in the grave
There’s no time left, no cause to save !
The heart does wander in sheer delight
In the quiet darkness of each night
How still the air in silence remains
While the soul regroups and peace maintains
Long after the sound of midnight chimes
Bringing back memories of past times.
We thank You Lord for the needed rest
Ever grateful, we shall give our best !
In the quiet of the evening
As shades of night begin to fall
And the time of our believing
Gently whispers goodnight to all,
Grasp the moment and remember
The days of old we used to know
Be it May or late December
In sunshine, rain or early snow,
Where we have learned to close our eyes
Each waiting the advent of light
With no assurance of surprise
This is no longer our last sight !
The sky grows dim and darkens now
As ocean spray whips cross my brow
The storm clouds gather o’er my head
As lapping waves do seashells spread.
The beach is rippled, cold and wet
Where muddy footprints cannot set
While clams submerge in tidal sands
Betrayed by holes from siphons glands.
Each of us has a tale to tell
And each new thought, a wish to spell
We thank the Lord for His invent
And praise Him for the best intent !
Here am I wrapt within the tide
Of where all hopes and fears reside
As surging life and death are found
Beneath, above and all around
While time bides with us to the end
And God and angels all befriend !
There is this world outside our door
Filled with guilt, rancor, so much more
A place where sadness multiplies
As lives are trashed before our eyes.
How many more are traumatized
By actions less than civilized ?
Please Lord, accept our gratitude
And in our lives kindness include
Teach us to be the best we know
To do Your will where ere we go !
The night awaits the coming dawn
To waken with a chance reborn
The sun will rise to set no more
Upon a strange and foreign shore
And we are home, at last we are
To bide near God among the stars !
There is one comment I have heard
About God’s Truth and Holy Word
It is the garment we should wear
The word of saints and those who care.
I love to amble through His Book
We need to take a deeper look
There’s not an issue left behind
It answers all and every kind.
I wish this world could take a break
And finally decision make
That God alone is what we need
To keep our faith and justice heed !
In truth, the heart does beat away
Biding its time day after day
And as each day goes whizzing by
The clock will tick and hands will fly
With wings so swift and life so fleet
You’ll feel the spinning on your feet !
Our time, one day will disappear
Along with love and life and fear !
I glance across the roofs and chimney rise
To sight each structure reaching for the skies
Obliquely angled to the morning star
In hope of seeing visions ever far.
A stretch of space that still is waiting there
For anyone who dares to climb the stair
At length to find oneself at heaven’s door
Without the need to dream thus climb no more !
Sunshine is the gladness that sweetens every day
Rain is the cleansing mist that washes grief away !
Too many words are left unsaid
And rattle round inside our head
Too many schemes have flown away
While ambitions went fast astray.
Where are the dreamers that we knew
With vision bold like me and you,
As peace and joy by love possessed
May fill our lives with hope and zest !
I come to you just as I am
As peaceful as a baby lamb
My heart is true, full of His love
Which rains on me from up above.
Oh blessed Lord accept my plea
There is no place I’d rather be
No other wish that I desire
No other dreams set me afire.
I came to You, it is my choice
I bring my strength, my soul, my voice
For that is what You wish to see
That when I come, I shall be me !
In memory of
All those we loved
Who died that day
So far away
When after all
We still recall
The price they paid
For bringing aid
And peace to those
Who never chose
To start this war
Whatever for !
In the distant fields, row on row
Where all the stalwart poppies grow
God’s crimson plumes wave in the breeze
Their masses reaching to the trees
Across the hills and o’er the plains
With multitudes of mounting aims,
Who’s heard the call both loud and clear
And knows the day of judgement’s near ?
I’ve shared my bit of tragedy
As all the emptiness I see
Became a vital part of me
Impacting my philosophy.
The strength I knew that I possessed
Has helped me triumph over stress
I’ve tried to learn to find success
And fill each space with happiness !
I miss the peace of morning sounds
The tender tug that calm expounds
The smell of coffee in the air
It seems to be most everywhere
The gentle hum as life revives
Before the world becomes alive
The quiet lull before the dawn
That signals all, here comes the morn !
At times I sense a whistle
As it rides upon the wind
There silent as the thistle
While it begs, “please let me in”.
When the moment seems to die
And the quiet does not bend
All the world whispers “goodbye”
And each friendship must now end !
The dark we’ve seen is bleak and bold
Its purpose is too bare and cold
This world we live in lacks the care
Who opts to choose to reside there ?
Where does one go to seek a life
When all about face nought but strife
It’s not too late there’s still some time
To save us from such godless crime ?
There is one place that we may hide
To keep us free from fears outside,
Tis only God who knows the way
To guide our lives both night and day !
If I peeked outside my window blind
What do you suppose that I might find
Maybe some bird there upon a limb
Who silent waits for day to begin ?
Perhaps just a hint of morning rain
Splashing on my dusty window pane
Or an errant harbinger of spring
Anxious to join in God’s offering ?
Whatever else we find awaits there
Could be a wonder that all might share !