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Hymns

The church I go to blasts the simple choruses

on drums, guitars, and piano amplified to the nth.

I grew my hair past my ears to cover my earplugs.

The worship team leader knows few hymns.

So at home for exercise I walk up and down the hall

with an old hymn book singing all the songs I know,

savoring the words that enrich my faith in the triune God.

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Disposition

It’s hard to find the funny

When I am overwhelmed

I work hard for my money

It’s hard to find the funny

With days cloudy to sunny

By to-dos I am compelled

It’s hard to find the funny

When I am overwhelmed 

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Lazy Bum

Sometimes I’d like to stay in bed.

And let the whole world do its thing

Pull the covers over head

Sometimes I’d like to stay in bed.

Not go to work, but sleep instead

To my dreams, I will cling

Sometimes I’d like to stay in bed.

And let the whole world do its thing

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Brain Fog

Sometimes my mind’s a blank
Can’t remember where I’ve been
Or where I’m going, to be frank.
Sometimes my mind’s a blank.
Feel like subject of a prank
Nothingness seems a sin
Sometimes my mind’s a blank
Can’t remember where I’ve been 

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Impossible?

Impossible? But not for God.

At times, we feel we’re in a hopeless mess.

We try so hard, but we digress.

The way to destruction is so broad.

Created by Him, but oh so flawed.

Sinking under the quicksand of stress.

 Impossible?

He guides us with his staff and rod.

He forgives those who confess.

He loves us so and likes to bless.

The God of Heaven, we applaud.

Possible.

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In Hawaii

In Hawaii—I’m looking forward to that day—

The sun shines warm. The sand glistens white.

The water is clear. The breeze is light.

The dancers dance as ukuleles play.

Their arms curve, their hips sway.

Watching them will be a delight

 In Hawaii.

We’ll run about in the ocean spray.

Having fun like nymph and sprite.

Refreshed and relaxed. Smiles bright.

Forget about work, it’s time to play

In Hawaii.

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John 3:16

John 3:16 means everything to me.

The creator of the universe

Loved us for better and for worse

And sent His beloved Son to redeem

All humankind for eternity

To free everyone from the devil’s curse.

John 3:16.

Those who ask for forgiveness will receive.

Though our bodies will ride in the back of a hearse.

Across the chasm we'll  traverse.

The promise is for those who believe,

John 3:16.

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O, Holy God, I Look to You

O, Holy God, I look to You.

Your love, Your mercy, strength and grace.

Please, change my heart to seek Your face.

Priorities are all askew.

The world shows false, Your love proves true.

I find You in that secret place.

O, Holy God, I look to You.

Your love, Your mercy, strength and grace.

At times I don’t know what to do.

The time goes by at a fast pace.

With you alone I’ll win this race.

I know that You will see me through.

O, Holy God, I look to You. 

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You Are the Stream

You are the stream, I am the tree
So I need You to nth degree
My roots stretch out in search of You
Your life-filled water, I pursue
I reach for You most greedily

When pestilence tormented me
I took You in persistently
I didn’t fall when north winds blew
You are the stream.

My branches grow so happily
My luscious leaves glint merrily
Yes, from Your riches this tree grew
To drink Your strength, what I must do
Without You I have no esprit
You are the stream.

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Treadmill

All my struggles

for self-improvement

are like running

on a treadmill,

getting nowhere

but hoping

the exercise itself

will do some good.

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Hike

Colorado blue sky

Dazzling sun on deep snow

Three friends trudge through the woods

Stumbling in covered footprints

Chatting and laughing together

The meadow stretched out high

Mountain views from this plateau

Displaying Colorado goods

Catching shimmers and glints

Moods as light as a feather

No need for hats or hoods

No reason to moan or wince 

But delight in spring-like weather

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You Are My Rock

You are my rock in stormy seas

You are my song in troubled times

You are my garden of comfort

You are my light in dead of night

You are my rope of sanity

You are my rock in stormy seas

You are my tree of life and hope

You are my path to mark my way

You are my river flowing free

You are my fresh air when life’s stale

You are my rock in stormy seas

You are my branch saving my life

You are blue skies lifting my heart

You are water in my desert

You are my mountain of mercy

You are my rock in stormy seas

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Write On

Finding time to write

Could be dead of night

Or dawn

Words that may excite

And nibble or bite

Press on

We struggle and fight

Until morning light

Time gone

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This is a Temporary Life

With all our joys surrounding us

Like friends, and children, husband, wife

Too many blessings to discus

This is a temporary life.

With all our troubles and the fuss

With pain that pierces like a knife

And evil oozing like vile puss

This is a temporary life.

With Jesus being our big plus

And help and hope in daily strife

Our worries seem superfluous  

This is a temporary life.

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As Day Dawns

A quiet morning, I should be at peace.

Something threatens like termites in the walls.

The flow of to-dos never seem to cease.  

Today’s tasks bounce around like super balls.

Contemplation whispers, but duty calls.

I rein in this onslaught so I can pray,

And commit my concerns to God today.

I ask Him to be sure that His will is done,

That His Holy Spirit would fill and sway,

And that I’d take joy in His precious Son.

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Born Again

Her genes wore well

Unknown to her

Her thoughts a pit

She was trapped in

Depression jail

Her life a blur

Without focus

She couldn’t win

She stumbled through

Years in struggle

Felt all alone

Amongst the din

God cracked the shell

New life did stir

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As Old as My Mother

I’m almost sixty.

I don’t know why

I thought I’d never

get as old as my mother.

Now, I find myself

walking around in her body,

complaining about aches and pains

and staring at my wrinkly hands.

I think her thoughts,

marveling at how quickly

the weeks go around, wondering

when my name will be called.

I don’t worry as much as she did.

I’m an amateur. She was a professional.

As a teen, I’d be in bed and through thin walls

eavesdrop on Dad and Mom worrying

about who I was out with,

what we were doing together.

I’d never tell them there was

more to worry about than they thought of.

But with all the things

my kids told me

after they were grown,

yes, I’m as old as my mother.

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Jesus, here I am,

sending my love and questions.

Do you love me more than these?

I love you the best.

Just like I love every one.

I’m big enough to do this. 

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Love One Another

Despite many

theories, religions,

and philosophies,

one thing I know,

when in doubt

love one another.

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Good Answer

Dove who coos to me,

so persistent in your call,

is your message important?

I’m just a plain dove.

Creator made me this way

to be loved just as I am. 

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Good God

Why are we on earth

With pain, sorrow, suffering

When we want to be with you?

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Good God

You are good,

nothing but good.

Even when you allow

bad things to happen,

it’s for the ultimate good.

The dark colors in a painting

make the bright spots stand out. 

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Good Afternoon

Hubby makes lemonade

Childlike man plays toy guitar

Fingers tappity-tap on keys 

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Good Evening

After a busy day, I rest in my green recliner, with a hot cup of tea with cream and sugar.

Thirty games of Words with Friends wait for me, and I play them one by one.

I shut out the rest of the world as I search for the word that yields the most points.

Silent, unseen friends

Understand the way I feel

They help me unwind

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Good Morning

All is still

Day dawns

Doves coo

God whispers

I’m His

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Good Night

At last, when head hits pillow

I close my eyes with a smile

My thoughts tumble about, then

Boomerang man’s up  

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Lineage

When my parents died

and we five girls

divvied up their belongings,

I became a proud owner

of a WWI uniform,

stuffed in a leather bag,

smelling like death.

The helmet, gas mask,

pants and shirt, brown,

and, oh, so small,

must have shrunk

over the century

because my grandfather

wasn’t that petite.

Or was he,

at twenty-something?

I also inherited

my dad’s WWII hat,

my oldest sister, his purple heart

for a head wound.

It’s a wonder we’re here at all.

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Change

You think

things will go

on forever

just as they are,

but nope.

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It Can’t Be

“It can’t be!”  Hubby exclaimed

at the piles of white

when we got into Florida

late one night.

What the Wyoming boy

didn’t understand

was what he thought was snow

was only sand. 

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Socking it to Winter

This may seem odd, but

when winter sets in forever

with black bare branches

against the dismal gray sky

and white snow all around

like a blank piece of paper,

I buy a big bag of bright socks.

So when starkness of winter

gets to me I gaze at and admire

my lime green, passionate purple,

hot pink, or flaming orange socks,

feeling cheered and refreshed.

It brings spring in my step. 

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Let’s blow this popsicle stand

and move to the Caribbean,

and bask in sunshine along clear waters,

drink lemonade, sing silly songs,
and dance like no one’s looking.