In dreams
In words
In focal points
I watch the children's glee.
They see
They play
They love their life
I love how they are free.
If I could fly
the way they soar
If I could yet be young
I would not fear
I'd only know
the songs that Mother sung.
One dashing old man
and his lovely old wife,
sat holding hands like they did
for most of their lives.
He cherished her so
on the day they were wed.
He knew he always would,
even on his death bed.
They sit on a bench
as other people walk by.
Their years of commitment,
shine in other peoples eyes.
What happened to this thing
from back in the past?
The loves of today
won't try to make things last!
With hope and cares for the "Man Upstairs",
I search for His guiding light;
I yearn for His will for my heart to fill,
a need in my earthly plight.
I have no gold, but I have a soul,
which is wealth of my whole affairs;
It's the gift He gave, it's the one He saved
by the grace of the "Man Upstairs".
And the "Man Upstairs", our souls He spares
if we follow His Master plan;
is believe in Him and confess our sin,
and be kind to our fellow man.
And look to Him when our lives grow dim;
to His wonders that never cease;
and when in doubt, throw the Devil out,
assuring us lasting peace!
Now the days go by and my time draws nigh,
and nothing that I see-compares;
to the blessed love and the cares above---
coming from the "Man Upstairs"!
As I have gotten older,
I look back and think of you.
How do I say thank you for the
Things you've helped me through.
Your strengths that helped my weaknesses,
Your courage that calmed my fears,
The gentle way you touched my face
To wipe away my tears.
The comfort in your warming hugs,
The healing in your kiss,
The way you tucked me in at night
Are things I truely miss.
The generosity in the things you do,
The sincerity in your love,
The encouragement that you offer me
When things are going rough.
Although there is a distance
That keeps us far apart,
The love that I have grows
Strong for you, deep inside my heart.
