Lord, when the feelings end,
And things are still the same,
It takes some faith
For feelings great,
To love without pretense.
When things seem all awry,
When it’s so hard to try,
Must just express
And then let bitterness die.
Who did I think you were
That you should meet all needs?
You’re just a person
Whom I conversed with —
Not God, to Whom I plead.
Love’s not so much about …
How good things feel,
The wildest ecstasies.
Love’s when I give to you;
And you give to me.
When I serve you,
And you serve me.
When I forgive,
And you forgive me;
And sometimes all above
Might not be simultaneously.
Love is when
We talk it out,
Shout it out,
Cast about —
Find a way
For you and I,
God’s wondrous plan.
Love is not
The glitzy clothes,
The plastic-surgery nose,
The fishnet pantyhose,
The painted lips,
The swivelly hips,
And lacy slips.
Though those might have their place sometimes,
And not always to be condemned,
The love that’s everlasting, true,
Looks in the soul and finds a friend —
Another soul with which to view
The world — both hand in hand
Until life’s destined end.
— September 29, 2013
This ship I travel, on treach’rous sea
I often wished that I could flee
I did not choose this ship of life —
Of sin, of sorrow; sadness, strife
I felt alone, though many traveled;
In darkest ignorance my life unraveled
But now and then a Light would shine
And slowly came the gift divine
I am not here for self alone
My purpose through the darkness shone
And as this ship sails on or stalls
With others do I meet life’s squalls
And I have met an Unseen Friend;
His Presence here do not contend
And if I may but save one soul
From falling, jumping in the sea
My soul will thrill, my heart will sing
‘Tis purpose done; ’tis destiny