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Archive for June, 2015

Glory-Day Girl

Blackberries bursting
On briarly bushes.
The sun beams so bright,
Her eyelids it pushes.

The bees they are buzzing,
The butterflies bright,
The flowers are splashing —
A glorious sight.

Picturesque painting,
The colors of nature.
She laughs and she dances;
The glory-day makes her.

A song she is singing,
Her soul it takes flight.
When sunshine is happy,
She laughs in delight.

Not as Advertised

I didn’t sign up
For this lousy trip.
First Class was promised –
“Third Class” says my ticket.

Sunny skies predicted;
It’s started to storm.
Lots of companions?
Not at all; I’m forlorn.

Friendly co-travelers?
Instead I get abuse.
A smooth, easy road?
I say, “What’s the use?”

But on the horizon
I now see a sign —
The blue skies are coming,
The happier times.

The road — It’s what you make it;
The load — It can be shared.
The weather? You can take it.
Rain or sun? — Just be prepared.

Companions or foes –
Could it be my choice?
Just listen as you travel
And hear a still, small voice.

Believe in the Seed

Believe in the seed
Though all seems stark and bare,
Though evil seems to take control,
His love will crush despair.

Believe in realms as yet unseen,
Where life is growing, yet unbirthed,
Is reaching toward the light to be,
A seedling breaking through the earth.

Believe, though all around confess
Their doubts and fears, their many tears.
Believe, though barren earth is dry —
Refreshing rains will drought deny.

Believe in the Son,
Though hidden just for now,
He, like the sun, will soon return,
And make all well somehow.

Lord, I Need Your Song

Lord, I need Your song in me
To still the noise around.
And keep my heart in tune with Yours;
Let me be heaven bound.

In daily work, in drudgery
Let spirit sing Your praise,
That I will let Your gifts to me
My heart and mind amaze.

Let not my soul so weary be
That I neglect Your painter’s stroke —
Let all the tasks ordained for me
A masterpiece evoke.

And soon a heavenly chorus will sing —
An orchestra and heavenly choir.
With joy and thanks in perfect tune,
And Spirit’s joyful fire.

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