Asleep beneath the frigid cover Lies the fertile lover Waiting for regeneration Eager with anticipation And wanting to extol The hidden beauties of the soul
Oh sweet the rapture of His love How gentle are the nail scarred hands How precious is the wounded side That bore such pain for Love’s demands That bore such pain for Love Precious Jesus, God and King Precious Jesus, Anthems Ring Praises to the Holy Dove Praises to the…
How does one behave when nutty Making baskets and with the bewildered My life has turned into some putty Weaving pond frond still unhindered This my work, my joy, my rapture Beside a river full of reeds In and out the pond fronds go The flowing river is the giver…
Beneath the soft dim tungsten lights Small worlds collide with random purpose Intent upon the stratagem It flies across the soft green surface A battle on a cosmic table Arrayed in lines like Pythagoras Slowly each small world has fallen And in the end they all have left us
In the silent stillness lay A broken man devoid of life Existence lived on weary roads Running from the constant strife And emptiness of sin Yet amongst the cold dark ash There a gift, a spark is given Hope springs fresh from Holy Hands Pierced by nail, whose side was…
I look upon a snow white sea At the crystal flakes on yonder lee And nature whispers in my ear The very hand of God is near And I pause in genuflection I consider His resurrection And the birth that preceded The precious gift that exceeded The greatest gift that…
How blithely we walk into sins evil door Not heeding wise council, thinking it poor Considering not the destruction we cause To those whom we touch with sins awful claws Oh horrible wretched man that I am Deserving of death and hells fiery span Casting my gift so precious and…
They say shadow lies before the dawn And in the midst of sorrow borne Before the darkness gathers in A shadow makes spirit forlorn Into heaviness the heart is drawn But the shadow is a feeble fiend It can not stand before our King When He comes in all His…
And at times I pause in muse How would this life be If by chance I didn’t meet Those who mean much to me Forsooth said I, in wonder Astonishment arose I would divide asunder Great would be the throes But such thing has not occurred And all is well…
Goodnight to thee So said the sun to the fair good morning As the evening drifted on And nightingales sang slumber sweetly The sunny days are gone Sleep fair fine friend So said the gloaming to the east wood wind And see the stars shine in the sky Where larks…
When skies are gray and evening falls And all around you winter calls Its time to rest and to retreat From the pace of the city street Take to your houses one and all Gather round with children small And share the warmth of winters love Wrapped in a blanket…
I walk in lands of waking dreams Not all I see is what it seems A mystery was left unsolved Strange enigma to be resolved So I spend my slumbering hour Till the dawn a sunlit tower Across the dark gray ground will creep And wake me from my dream…
Love hath given life to my aching soul By death on a tree on a dark gray knoll Joy through death then compassed this ailing land And brought to us a peace by His fair hand A peace that passeth our comprehension And sooths our fiery raging passion Thus we…
Oh for a rose as sweet as thee I’d climb a mountain on bended knee To catch a glimpse of thy sweet face And clothe thee in a delicate lace For thy beauty overwhelms the deepest part Of my soul You are a vision fair and white In purest clarity…
I thought about my dad today And how he used to study With bible open, notes spread wide He’d read so diligently I’ve always known my fathers faith His quiet ways and habits He loved the Lord with faithfulness And served with real commitments My faith is real and growing…
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…
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…
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
The winter comes in soft white dresses To clothe the world in frigid tresses She tempts us with her snowy kisses And wraps us up in sweet caresses