My morning thoughts are crystal clear
They help discern why I am here
How shall I know the path to take
To live my life void of mistake !
My morning thoughts are crystal clear
They help discern why I am here
How shall I know the path to take
To live my life void of mistake !
Oh little lamb you are to me
A symbol of God’s charity
Your wooly hair and all your curls
Reminds me of our knits and purls
In early spring you sacrificed
So we’d have garments warm and nice.
A pair of soft and wooly socks
Or sweater set that really rocks
Paired with wool tights tucked in the boots
While shearling-gloved hands pulled up roots
You’ve mown the lawn there as you eat
And trampled turds with your hoofed feet
You’ve closer gathered when it’s cold
And seem to live to be quite old !
Summer days are drifted away
‘Tis time for fall to have its say
Before the winter storms each door
And new year springs one last encore,
It’s the wee small hours frighten me
When I must face what is to be
I accept there is no recourse
And from this world await divorce !
Well here I am alone at last
Safe from the winter’s stormy blast
A child of God too soon grown old
Who took the path not paved of gold
And followed Him along His ways
Until the ending of all days
And now I wait to learn the score
Has it been worth the waiting for ?
I’m told that justice is quite blind
In all the truths that man does find
She is the judge who may deceive
But yet the one most will believe !
How sad that she must blinded be
Throughout the world’s vast infamy
Unfaithful to her name indeed
And traitor to her precious creed !
We have been friends so many years
We’ve shared the range of joy and fears
We laughed a lot, we also cried
As family and pals have died.
We toughened up and made a choice
We chose to heed the calmer voice
For this scant time we each have left
Perchance to guard against its theft
As all that we’ve been wishing for
May help us reach God’s exit door !
There are those days I can’t explain
Why sunshine makes me feel like rain
Or why a rainbow in the sky
Compels one to begin to cry
There’s so much good I’d like to share
If only there were some to care.
But I’m afraid those folks I knew
Have disappeared, all but a few
And fate has stolen every friend
Too long before their life should end
It seems there’s great conspiracy
To hasten world propriety.
We’re relics of another time
Another place, another clime
There’s no space left for us to fit
We’ll have to make the best of it
While stating this we must resign
It’s over now we’ve no more time !