Friday, November 22

Browsing: Poetry

To thee I bid a fond farewell And look towards our meeting Say on another day perhaps When moments aren’t so fleeting I do not wish to leave thy smile For it melts a heart of stone Warming me deep inside my breast And leaving me not alone So when I think about this fact The coming of the morrow I feel the saying must be true That parting is sweet sorrow

In rare moments of honesty I find my true self standing still In a wide empty open room Hoping and waiting earnestly I pace around that empty room Looking and probing here and there Searching for what I do not know Wanting to sate a growing gloom After sufficient time has passed The things I wanted are revealed So perfect in their craftsmanship Their beauty will forever last This is the gift for those who wait Who trust in Him to gently keep The things which we commit to Him Who controls the very hands of Fate

The light fades beneath a mountain scene Glancing off the sun kissed leaves And the warmth of the fair eventide Passes with the autumn breeze A peace descends on my troubled soul In the presence of the King The glory of His creation Fills my heart with glad singing

Warm and heady are the smells of my mothers kitchen Where sweet treats and gingerbread are made with gentle care I love the gingham apron worn with years of baking Things kids love on winter nights and squeal with glee to share

I stay awake for fear of sleep My heart it aches with longing I sit apart and try to keep My soul from sadly weeping No never alone He cried I will stay beside thee No never alone He cried I will always hold thee The emptiness overwhelms me I know not how with this to cope Trapped alone with none to guide me To a bright house of peace and hope No never alone He cried I will stay beside thee No never alone He cried I will always hold thee Stood He in front with sweet embrace Arms…

See the naked lady lily Whose fair bloom is so passing rare It comes but once in four years time Today the bloom had blossomed there Long were the years it was looked for With a patience and eager mirth But before the lily blossomed The life that looked passed on from earth See the naked lady lily Whose fair bloom is so passing rare It bloomed for her who waited long Now in the Valley Lily’s care

Observe the hand of God my child How firm it is beneath thy feet His hand so strong and steadfast sure Imparting peace that is so sweet Observe the hand of God my child How gently holds He thy tender heart Making fast the great boundless love That will never from you depart

The artist sees a world gone wrong Yet feels the chance of glory strong If all upon their bended knee Would seek Him with humility To such an end he holds out love An example of Jesus’ blood That was shed on a rough hewn tree To gain for freedom you and me

Sing amongst the balmy breezes and wish the waters well Tell a brightly colored blue jay flying over grassy dell That all the world is held so gently in His loving hands And peace will reign all and forever in His mighty lands

The soft pure white snowflakes Of endless variety Fall from the darkening skies In solemn sobriety And i pause in wonder My heart is bespoken With calm anticipation Of the glistening token Gods own pristine creation

Once upon a morning sunrise I saw a fairy princess The sight was like a fair vision And then I heard the sweet heart cries Of a gorgeous symphony The music played on my heart strings Both full of joy and sorrow It was then I loved with my all The fairy girl with silken wings Upon that sunlit morning

When upon life dreary comes Look toward the gladdening hand Joy stemmeth from the mercy seat It cometh from the Son’s own land His delight in you will bring The comfort of His sweet refrain Until the end of time is nigh His presence with thee will remain I will joy in Thee whose might My worthless life has sought to save I’ll quit myself within Thy love And to Thy will become a slave

Round and round the merry go spin Laughing and playing waiting for when The sun sets in yonder tree laden wood And darkness descends like a red velvet hood

Why must this life seem so unfair? With work and jobs and things that dare To take away the things that matter Like friends and cake and late night chatter Life would be a whole lot better If we enjoyed the pitter patter Of little feet on birthday days And the warm glow of sunshines rays

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