To put into words feelings deep from the soul Gives them birth and a chance to sprout roots and take hold. To give voice to the words so that others can hear Provides understanding of things we hold dear.
When we’re open and honest and share how we feel, We build bridges of trust, allow friendships to heal. What’s gnawing inside may come just from our mind. Perhaps other’s virtues and motives are kind.
We’re none of us perfect of that, I am sure. We don’t know all the trials that others endure. I condone understanding with love and with grace. We all are a part of this shared human race.
I pray I am humble and not quick to judge, Never end friendships by holding a grudge.
I’ve seen some changes in my day, A swing in mood along the way. The yesterdays we had before, Sometimes I long for them once more.
Those simple days when doors weren’t locked. We welcomed friends, come in don’t knock. The change at first seemed strange, benign. Just symbols etched on walls or signs.
“Free love, free sex” or “God is dead,” “Make love, not war,” is how they read. If God is dead there is no wrong, Get high on drugs, come sing our song.
Then others came and joined them too. So many now, it must be true. To question God became the norm, It seemed to take our youth by storm.
Do as we please, it is our right, The darkness came to dim the light. The lust and power, pride and greed Became an overwhelming need.
And now with arrogance and pride, Insisting that we take their side, They push for change throughout the land, Remove the law, there’s nothing banned.
The change I’ve seen can make me sad. I see it all, the good, the bad. But I have faith in God above, The source of truth, and light, and love.
We each must choose before we die If God is real or just a lie. I’ve made my choice, I know He’s real, Know for yourself is my appeal.
I still have hope, each morning pray, “Lord shine your light through me this day.”
I’m not sure how it works when my knee is in pain. Can it get in my head and then impact my brain? It’s my knee that is hurting it’s not in my head. Can a pain in my knee affect writing instead?
Can pain in my joint make a mess of my mind, Make words disappear so they’re harder to find? I’m not sure how it works but my writing’s slowed down. Words can escape me, a verb, or a noun.
Perhaps over time when the pain can subside, I’ll get back in the saddle and once again ride. I’ll get back to writing a rhyme every day, My mind once again will have something to say.
I’m sure I’ll recover. I’m doing my best. For now, I’ll just sit, let my knee have a rest.
When our heart hurts it’s hard to pray, Sometimes when down it’s hard to kneel, To find the words we long to say. It takes some time for us to heal.
I don’t know why we wait so long To bring our cares before the throne, Give them to God and sing His song. Why hold and keep them as our own?
Don’t nurture fear from troubles, cares, Don’t keep them hidden deep inside. The Lord will hear your heart felt prayers. Just trust the Lord to be your guide.
I pray the Lord’s your trusted friend. He’s always there to help you mend.
Awake before sunrise the first one to stir, A time to sip coffee, stroke Lucy’s soft fur. It’s so pleasant to capture these moments in rhyme, Share them with others who’ll read them sometime.
These snippets of time that I capture in verse Aren’t written for money to put in a purse, Or simply to fill up a page in a book. I write them for joy, but I let others look.
Perhaps they’ll help others escape for a while, Sit back and relax and perhaps even smile, Let go of the pain and the stress of the day. May the rhyme and the rhythm refresh in some way.
I pray as you read you find peace in your heart, May you know the Lord’s blessings that never depart.
Now words won’t suffice, and my spirit must groan, One day I will see and at last will be shown All that awaits us beyond the great veil, Eyes opened, a body that’s no longer frail.
With a soul and a spirit that both will be free, Time will no longer put limits on me, No sin or temptation, no holding me down. I’ll be part of the chorus of heavenly sound.
My mind can’t conceive of that heavenly realm With my righteous redeemer in place at the helm, Love flowing forever throughout His domain. We’ll praise Him forever, the Lamb who was slain.
One day He’s returning, oh glorious day. His returning gets closer and closer each day.
Already September, I’m ready for fall. It’s time for a cold front, I pray it won’t stall. It’s time for cool evenings, a chill in the air, An end to the heat, it’s a festive affair.
I pray that those evenings aren’t too far away. I’m relieved the long summer is not here to stay. I long for the showers, the gentle cool breeze To stir through the branches, the leaves on the trees,
Long walks in the mornings to start off the day, Watching squirrels and rabbits that scurry away. Every season is different each one is unique, Each has its own message they whisper yet speak.
We too have our seasons, we’re somewhat the same. We notice the passages, call them by name.
During times when we’re down and it’s hard to survive, It’s hard to imagine we’ll once again thrive. Even the valley grows flowers in spring, Even in hard times our hearts can still sing.
It’s not just the mountain tops covered with snow, It’s also in valleys we learn, and we grow. Find meadows and flowers just under the hill, Take time to enjoy them, sit quiet and still.
Give thanks in the moments so peaceful, serene, Surrounded by nature a beautiful scene. Even in times when confined to a room, Imagine the flowers so lush in full bloom.
May visions of beauty still live in our mind. May the Lord bring us peace when our life seems unkind.
We all scatter seeds as we go on our way, The things that we do and the words that we say. I pray that the seeds that I scatter around Will take root and grow should they someday be found.
I pray they lead others to read and discern The things that through life I’ve been privy to learn. Perhaps if the words float around, they will find Someone who’s willing to open their mind,
Someone who’s willing to open their heart, Someone who’s hurting who needs a new start. I don’t know the circumstance, timing, or place, But I pray you find God, know His beauty and grace.
I pray that the words that I’m weaving each day Help others know Jesus, the truth and the way.
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