The One We Praise
The One we praise created us.
In Him we can completely trust.
His loving heart is pure and
right.
He sent His Son to be our light.
We would do well to yield to
Him and know His ways,
All faithful obedience to the
One we praise.
Let’s praise Him now in sweet
accord,
Inviting in our Holy Lord.
Let’s thank Him for the things
He’s done,
For all good things beneath the
sun.
He’s worthy, and omnipotent, to
Him we bow.
We love Him for who He is, so let’s
praise Him now.
Evermore
The tree we planted long ago,
Upholding burden of the snow,
Stands resolutely telling me
His nature has longevity.
In months, when leaves come
forth in spring,
It’s where so many wrens will
sing.
In summer, it will give its
shade.
It’s where fond memories are
made.
In autumn, when its leaves
flame red,
Its comfort and its joy will
spread.
And so, we’re also to endure,
Not only here, but evermore.
A Dream
The fire burns brightly in the cabin hearth.
Frost paints the windows in a grand
design.
I’m waiting here for a good friend of
mine.
Right now, it seems the warmest place
on earth.
It’s such a simple moment but great worth.
The music softly plays in strings so
fine.
I drink my tea, while others might
like wine.
The fire burns brightly in the cabin
hearth.
At last, he enters, I’ve known him
since birth.
Our spirits seem to always
be aligned.
My next-door neighbor welcomed, we
recline.
Right now, it seems the
warmest place on earth.
The fire burns brightly in the cabin
hearth.
Pick up where we left off and then we
dine.
Right now, it seems the warmest place
on earth.
In You
In You, I know that all is
well.
You are the way, the truth, the light.
In You, may I abide and dwell.
Without You, I am just a shell.
I look to You with all my might.
In You, I know that all is well.
I’m glad You saw that Satan fell.
In You, I always win the fight.
In You, may I abide and
dwell.
May I, of Your wondrous works, tell.
You are good, true and right.
In You, I know that all is
well.
May I buy the truth and not sell.
You are radiant and bright.
In You, may I abide and dwell.
The world’s darkness, You dispel.
You give divine and glorious sight.
In You, I know that all is well.
In You, may I abide and dwell.
Poeming
Poeming is a fun pastime
Do it anywhere
Beauty shows in imagery
Also love and care
Some may think it frivolous
Not worth all your time
Counting syllables is dumb
And forget to rhyme
Poets, to some, may appear
Weird, off beat, or strange
Likely to have no effect
Bringing little change
Time and time over the years
Poets prove them wrong
Poetry has blessed mankind
Written word or song
Give yourself permission to
Write a line or two
Who knows that some day your poem
May see someone through
More Dat
On my daughter’s second birthday,
we were visiting Hubby’s side of the
family.
She sat on a piano bench surrounded by
gifts.
All shiny eyes and smiles, she opened
each one.
When she was done, she looked around
and said,
“More dat!”
I think of all the good things I’ve
experienced:
Friends, family, adventures, beauty, worship,
fun,
and I say, “More dat!”
