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what kind of world can it be
when wars abound for all to see?
what kind of life can be had
when petty people act so bad?
what can the children do for play
when the world has turned to ashen gray?
what can make all hearts light again
when all there is —is tears of pain?
what kind of world can it be
for you, and you, and me?
when no one takes the time to see
what hate can do to you, and you, and me!
Under the shadow of an empty cross
My Lord found me so lonely and lost
Tempted and tried I had fallen from grace
I just wanted to hide in a dark dreary place.
But from the bondage of my tormented soul
I heard Him whisper, “I can make you whole.”
“Oh, crying child don’t you see?
“By Holy Grace I have ransomed thee!”
No longer the captive of shameful tears
He cleansed by heart of all it’s fears
and brought me beyond my cross of shame
To an old wooden one that bore His name.
He walked me out of that shadowy night
Into the glory of His precious saving Light
I felt His love embracing me
As by Holy Grace he set me free.
Cradled in my cocoon
I am safe.
But time moves me on
Fear and courage ride
The winds that come
Blowing me beyond this day
Until I reach tomorrow
I am sad.
Thoughts of the dreams I had
Diminish and erode
Washed continually by doubt
Is this right? I believe so
I am confused.
Yet new dreams unfold with care
Delicate and whimsical chime together
With the breeze of new-born hope
I am encouraged.
Life continues on in moments of renewal
Fresh- revealing ideas to come
Taking a stand but not alone
I am content-for now!
Words came as shadows
Ideas not complete
Forming thoughts and echoes
Trying to compete
Winsome pictures, fire-lit sun
Moonbeams across my mind
Ever roaming moving on
Leaving star-bright images behind
Coming together now and then
Through the course of time
Caressing pages like whispering winds
Simple words that talk in rhyme.
Where is my future?
I simply ask
This life that belonged
To the days of my past
Yesterday beckons
Strong is it’s lure
Calling me back
To where I’m not sure
Chains of regret
Are making me slip
Loosing my foothold
Sliding a bit
Life is still out there
Calling to us
So, take my hand
And never let go
Keep going forward
No matter how slow
For across the horizon
Of yesterday’s sun
‘Tomorrow’ is the promise
This day is done!
Gazing through windows
Closed to the world
There are open spaces
Surrounding the tall oaks
Squirrels running across their bough
Dodging the neighbor’s dogs
When land meets their feet
They are safe again
Leaves falling from winter’s first blast
Chasing away the summer fun
Firewood stacked up real high
Promised warmth inviting us in
Tall oaks look on
As the last leaf falls
Smoke drifts across
Blocking the view
Burning leaves give up their ghost
Stillness is the final show
All is quite as life carries on
Gazing out through the window
Lost in my world of the tall oaks.
As each new day
Gives birth to the now
Sweet mercies come
Not knowing just how
All things are possible
Within this span
That God has alloted
To mortal man
He sends His sweet mercies
In plentiful supply
To those who would seek
And not question the why
Some won’t receive
Though there’s a promise in place
They will turn away
Rejecting His grace
Yet new every morning
His sweet mercies will ride
To the heart that is open
And will ask Jesus inside
Oh! Come see the glory
That God has bestowed
Bask in the brightness
Of redemption’s soft glow
Call on the One
That is faithful and true
As rays from His Risen Son
Bring sweet mercies anew.
Winter’s breath kisses the tender leaves
With grace decending beneath the trees
Autumn’s hues in auburns, yellows, and gold
Herald fall since the days of old.
Resting now from summer’s blazing heat
The earth displays her glorious treat
Of slumbering oaks in crimson glow
All wrapped up in mistletoe.
Maples and myrtles, and sweet sugarplums
Dance in the wind to nature’s slow hum
Giant sycamores again sing along
Praising God in rhythm and song.
Fireplaces crackle, embers fill the air
Cozy blankets on Grandma’s rocking chair
Marshmallows melting in steaming cocoa
Tells life’s story ever more so.
Crisp fall air and bright blue skies
Complete the picture as Heaven sighs
All can rest beneath the coming snow
As swaying cedars guard the earth below.
Within the tapestries of every human heart
Memories circle like floating ribbons in time
Each minute each second, all playing a part
Roaming like echoes through lonely old pines.
Marvelous were many, yet, tragic were some
All written in mysteries for God to unfold
Sad with the telling as loved ones went home
Mingling with time to the ribbons of old.
With cascades of wonder these memories tell all
About times of enchantment and falling in love
Trials and tribulations that now seem so small
Continue to vanish into the Light from above.
Life’s stories so precious remind the soul
That moment by moment, time claims her own
And ever so gentle, God’s hands knits us whole
Especially, when one ribbon has to go on alone.
Life’s strong currents had carried us
Far beyond ourselves
Lost in the vacant worlds of loneliness
Where the trails of the ‘maybes’ and the ‘could be’s’
Had faded and disappeared
Not finding our way
We wandered down the path
Of fears and self doubt
Then over the crest of time
Soft winds began to blow
A tender kiss, a tiny hug
A look that meant so much
The warm breeze nudging love awake
Beckoning us to come to another place
A place of peace where the other mattered most
And to not be afraid of tomorrow
The soft winds whispered through our souls
Caressed the thoughts of our minds
Springing anew expectant hope
Of a lifetime spent as two
Taking tiny little steps at first
Each fearful of another fall
Yet knowing in our hearts
That the soft winds of a Father’s loving will
Had brought us safely home.
byheavenslight 