Storm last night twas fierce and long; Willed my lamp to stay on; Prayed my friends their homes stay dry Til the morning, by and by.
A new day dawns, gray and chill Stars fell down by the mil Golden orbs, acid and sweet Heaven’s gift, a tender treat.
So now to reap long nights joy Nances: of man the soul Sown by rain’s wet-cheeked tear In the glory, they’ll appear.
Thanksgiving
The greatest cryings of thanksgiving Come not from chairs of ease; But rather broken hearts exclaiming: “Master, do as you please!”
Those valleys dark, my soul He’s seeing The grief behind that smile; His presence, will, and grace me bright’ning: “Master, tis just awhile.”
Soon, then, caught up to glory flying, Knees in His presence fall. Our lips with thanks ne’er stop proclaiming: “Master, my all in all!”
Death is a Promise
Death is a Promise That there is another side. The Earnest of Eternity; A slim channel between today and Tomorrow.
Death is a Promise That full Redemption still waits. The Great Price has been fully paid; A blood-soaked settlement. But Home is yet to come.
Death is a Promise That there is another side. They walk through but leave us behind Our tears sprinkle the point That marks the Great Divide.
Death is a Promise That Resurrection will follow. Corruption forever eschewed Dazzling Incorruption Glorious Day of Christ.
Sunset at the beach
Somewhere there is freedom Somewhere not so far away. Where worries are not welcome Nor the burdens of the day
Rainbow hues who need no rain Fire without a match Liquid roars but no lion Glory shakes his gold attached
There’s freedom to get dirty Freedom to get wet Where laughter is abundant And gratitude racks a debt
God’s mercy is abounding His beauty overwhelms Until that day we see Him He paints His face in this realm.
Faerie Love
I’ll bend over backwards I’ll do what it takes To hand you the sun And the moon on a plate. A few stars on top— Cherry Betelgeuse will do It still won’t be enough For a someone like you.
Life’s Anchor
Though battered on life’s rocky shoals, The wind a frightful foe, Waves of fearful height up soar My anchor firm remains.
The clouds will break in sunshine’s rays A rainbow’s glory glow Christ’s mercy there to lift and flow My anchor—He the Lord.
Missionary
The waiting seemed a small price that day For what the King had promised to repay His faithful servant, his duty done When homeward he his horse had spun With jewels dancing, a gold crown hung The great King’s beauties on his tongue Found at the gate he once had left A little family no more bereft
The waiting done A Glorious welcome home
His bags unpacked, treasure droplets fall From his hands Grand gifts for all, Oh can it, can it be? The Splendid King has thought of me? Who waged no war nor brave could be But simply said, “I’ll wait patiently here for thee?”
There is no King such as this Whose servants’ hearts fill with bliss The very mention of His precious name Who God for us, man became Who is the Giver, the All in All Receives our gifts, so very small And in His kind and generous way Always will our love repay.
Babies
New you You’re new Sweet little coo Nary a shoe Little toes squishing goo.
New you You’re new Enjoy the view Sparkling blue Beauty from the front pew
New you you’re new Land of bamboo And cockatoo Mexicana through and through
New you You’re new Baby brand new A kiss for you My little chicky Choo
Wedding anniversary
Beyond that day We could not see The August rain a veil But love flew free
Backwards we glance The rain now mist Colored bow of beauty Love’s arch persists
before the Battle
Billows wild, black the fright Against white shore do rage Beneath the cliff a flickering light Gift of refuge Hope to spare you Presence before the soul must engage That war of Spirit fought the Ransom bought forever with innocent blood.
Chase beauty
Chase Beauty. Through clouds of mosquitos, In piles of leaves Storm clouds And determined weeds: Chase Beauty.
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