The Very Best Me

With my heart in my hand

I offer to you

The best that I am

The worse that I’ll be

I’ll not promise a thing

That I can’t keep

But with all of my being

My soul and my mind

I do promise to love you

For the rest of time

I’ll make mistakes

As you will see

Cry a tear or two

This is me!

I’ll proabably get mad

I sometimes do

When things go wrong

Or I get blue

When I can’t be strong

I’ll leave it to you

To be patient and kind

You’ll know what to do

Just hold me close

Show me you care

In your own special way

Always be there

And in no time at all

With our love we will see

The very best me

I was created to be! (9-11-2006) Read at our wedding November 10, 2006

Standing in Line

Standing in line

Out here in the cold

Waiting to see You

Of whom I’ve been told

I hear You are my Savior

I hear You are my Lord

So, I am standing in line

Out here in the cold.

Standing in line

With a child’s broken heart

Prayng to see You

To get a new start

I hear You are so wonderful

I hear You are so true

So I am standing in line

What else can I do?

Standing in line

With tears in my soul

Seeking to find You

Of whom I’ve been told

I hear You will forgive me

I hear I’ll be whole

So I’m standing in line

Out here in the cold.

Now the door is open

And I’m going through

With out-stretched arms

I am drawn to You

No longer crying

I know that You are mine

I have found my Jesus

At the end of the line.

Beloved Friends

When time takes us down

The trail of life

It does not ask

For directions

God chooses the path

We meet eternal blessings

And earthly hardships

Along the way

See many a beautiful thing

Encounter the saddness

Of broken hearts

As we travel on

Beholding the miracles

That only faith an bring

We see that within

The mountain’s height

And the valley’s depth

Are the precious wonders

That we call our

Beloved friends.

Every Trail

every trail I have come across

led to every place

I have ever been

whether I took them

or simply passed on by

they knew the way

that led me straight to you

so abide with me

stay close to me

lead as you always do

so that every place

I will ever go

is still the trail

I walk with you.

Cast Away

Cast away, cast away, cast away all

While dancing to the tune of destiny’s call

Coupled by love and pangs of regret

Still going and going but not there yet

Borrowing time on promises made

Cashing in where our dreams were laid

Never fulfilled-life took its toll

Destroyed the moment reality took hold

Can not see into tomorrow nor face the day

Whatever the reason-we went this way

May not have been right-we just don’t know

Seemed like the path we should surely go

Each step has proven this was not the case

Look at us now-hurry-there’s no time to waste

So cast away, cast away, cast away all!

While dancing to the tune of destiny’s call

 

A Tale That is Told

Psalm 90:9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.”

“We spend our days as a tale that is told.”

From our infancy until we are considered old

So what will our life’s tale have to say,

About our walk into this God-given day?

Were we good children when put to the test?

Was patience a nearly impossible quest?

Would we bring honor to our God and King?

If our life was to be our only offering?

Our days are flying by at eternal speed

As God is still meeting our earthly need

So will this be the testimony of our broken soul?

The tale that Christ Jesus has made us whole?

OH! We must tell the tales that need to be told!

The ones about Heaven and the streets of gold

Show the children the paths to be trod

How to be saved by the truths of God

We need to speak about the love that flowed so free

From Calvary’s timbered bloody tree

OH! Sinner listen and don’t walk hell’s path

The Word tells us of the Father’s eternal wrath

The Truth has been told for God cannot lie

There are two places to go when we die

We will be responsible for what we behold

For God has written down the tale our life told.

Gazing

GAZING BEYOND THE STARRY SKIES OF INFINITY

CARRIED BY SPACE AND TIME

TO THE UNKNOWN AREAS OF THE MIND

COSMIC MATTER FORMING THE TRIAD OF GOD

SPOKEN INTO THE REALM OF REASONING

PIECES OF BEINGS BELONGING TO NO ONE

COME FROM THE ESSENCE OF LIFE

PARTAKNG AND THRIVING

EVERYWHERE AT ONCE

TO FORM SUCH A THING AS MAN.

He Gave His All

No wonder the Father will be angry

When His earthly children fail to see

The miracle of what He had done

When He sent His only begotten Son

This special gift from heaven above

Arrived with all power, authority, and love

Redemtion came as a babe that day

To be the Truth, the Life, and the Way

Bound by the promise to give His all

He willingly answered the Father’s call

His Mama wept her tears of grateful joy

As she held her precious little Boy

Knowing as they were streaming down her face

She had been touched by wondrous grace

Now every mother’s child can chose to be

Redeemed and miraculously set free

“Choose ye this day” is still the call

To serve the One who gave His all.

 

Come Sunday

The future danced

Beyond my thoughts

He had said, “Come Sunday,

We would be together again-

Just hang on to the hope ahead.”

Then it happened!

I said the wrong thing

Stress exploded

Shattering the promise

Rivers of regret flooded my soul

Tears watered my pillow

As I waited-broken and alone

Haunting questions

Would he forgive? Is he okay?

Already hurt by the grief of loss

Making arrangements

Through the cords of pain

Others imposing their will

Taking away his right to be

Wasn’t that what I had done?

So I watched for him

Waiting, listening, not knowing

Praying his words would come true

For he had said, “Come Sunday,

We would be together again.”

Friday brought him close enough

To see him briefly

And to say words shrouded

In the sadness of broken dreams

Then a phone call, a glimmer of hope

And I said, “We didn’t make it to Sunday did we?”

He asked in a voice as broken as mine

“Do you want to make it to Sunday?”

“Oh, Yes!” I cried. “Come see me when you can.”

My heart soared on wings of love

As on Saturday, God showed us forgiving grace

“Come Sunday” and my love was here!”

 

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