Unrecognized Sense of Humor
When I was about ten
we were watching a train movie.
I asked Dad, “Did you ever ride a train?”
He said, “When I was in World War II
I rode a duffle bag the whole way to
California.”
“Yes,” I said, “But did you ever ride a train?”
He got the biggest kick out of that.
I never did tell him I was just kidding.
The way he responded, I didn’t think he’d believe
me.
He went to the grave thinking I had been that
stupid.
I’ll Sing a Love Song to You
My lonely soul cried in despair
Long before I was even aware
You sent Your own Son and the way had been won
And all of the work of redemption was done
Chorus
I’ll sing a love song to You
I’ll sing a love song to
You
You’re my closest friend,
our love knows no end
I’ll sing a love song to
You
You pulled me up out of the pit
And to You I do gladly submit
We walk side by side, I have nothing to hide
I now have new life since my Savior had died
Chorus
When He escaped the grip of death
Lord, You breathed in my soul with Your breath
I seek Your dear face as I walk in Your grace
One day I will go to that Heavenly place
Chorus
In the form of “There’s
Room at the Cross for You.”
Sometimes You Have to Stretch
(a dansa)
To make things seem to fit
To tug it just a bit
Presenting a light sketch
Sometimes you have to stretch
You wrangle with some wit
You struggle not to quit
You may feel like a wretch
Sometimes you have to stretch
Mistakes you may commit
Or fall into a pit
To go so far to fetch
Sometimes you have to stretch
Attempts will miss or hit
May take some guile and grit
To mark and clearly etch
Sometimes you have to stretch
Stand at My Grave and Weep
Although I must
be dead and gone
My spirit now
is moving on
With wonders
all about me here
But you can
grieve for me my dear
If was the
other way around
Me standing there, you glory bound
I would allow
myself to cry
And even ask my
Father why
Remember good
times that we’ve had
It is okay to
feel so sad
The life on earth
sure has its pain
But there is
sunshine after rain
So stand there
at my grave and weep
It’s what you
do when love grows deep
Based on title “Do
Not Stand at My Grave and Weep” by Mary Elizabet Frye
Embrace Grace
You’re healed.
You’re filled.
Your hopes and
dreams are willed
If you just
yield to me.
You’re free
To be
What I want you
to be,
If you just
seek my face.
Embrace
my grace.
You’ll find your
place
Through time
and space in My kingdom with Me.
My Hero
He doesn’t wear
a flowing cape or fly
Nor leap tall
buildings in a single bound
He doesn’t
capture bad guys in the act
He doesn’t
shrink into the size of bees
He doesn’t get
around in an iron suit
He isn’t faster
than the speed of light
He doesn’t climb
up walls or swing from vine
But known for
turning water into wine
And in His name
the evil one takes flight
He healed the
sick, the blind, the deaf, the mute
He raised the
dead and freed all from disease
That He’s the
way, the truth, the light is fact
He suffered,
died and then escaped the ground
And promised true
believers homes on high.
“Harried by a wild wicked wind” –Deb (Georgeplace),
Covered in Snow
But God
A wild wicked wind
Harasses my mind
Torturing, needling
Hurling pelting
sleet
Stormy clouds hover
Mocking my defeat
Piercing through my soul
Feeling rather beat
But God—that
great phrase!
Like a gardener
Planting a seedling
Shining His warm rays
Adds living water
Joy arrives and stays
The wild wind is beat
Becomes calm and sweet
