Heaven is closer each breath that I take,
And when my breath stops, in Heaven I'll awake.
No long time of waiting, just leave here and go there.
One moment from here I'll not have a care.
What's Heaven like? I don't really know,
But my Savior is there and I want to go.
The greatest and best things here on this earth,
Will seem small and useless when we see Heaven's worth.
Rejoicing and singing and I'm finally on key,
Some of Heaven's best singers will be you and me.
We'll praise our Savior for giving us life,
And letting us dwell there with no turmoil or strife.
What is my secret to gaining Heaven's shore?
It's depending on Jesus and not me anymore.
It's nothing I earn or buy or trade for,
Only faith in my Savior will open that door.
Can I brag because of the faith that is mine?
Of course not, it's a gift from my God divine.
He provided salvation and gave me the faith to believe it,
And Heaven is mine because He led me to receive it.
There’s a book ‘pon my table,
pages old, tattered and torn.
It was left to me by my mother,
all the pages quite, well worn.
She sat and read it nightly,
as we all gathered ‘round to hear.
She told us to love our Jesus,
He would come and hold us near.
Daddy loved to listen,
would set us ‘round about the wooden stove,
As mama read all the stories
that Jesus and His disciples, wondrously wove.
She’d mark the page in passage,
folding a corner for me to read.
This, I think is so wonderful,
the way mama sowed her seed.
The old Bible is slightly faded,
but it’s worth more than silver or gold.
In all the beautiful passages,
the words of our Savior are told.
She would say, "Come harken to the Master;
He is the light and way".
Therefore, In my mind and heart,
I must read her Bible every day.
I know she’s now there with Him,
glorying in His wondrous love,
Today is her birthday;
I know she’s having the party, of parties up above.
She knew where she would go,
before He called her away, there.
‘Cause I’d watch her reading her Bible
and bend her head in Prayer.
So, mamas’ Bible comes in handy,
when I need to read of His sweet word.
It’s like she often told me,
it’s the sweetest story, ever to be heard.
I’ll not let dust rest upon it,
I’ll carefully wipe and read it every day,
And, in my Prayers, thank her,
for leaving this grand old book to me this way.
Quiet moments of reflection
wash over me with gentleness,
as yet another year is passing
into my reservoir of memories
And I find it heartwarming
to reexamine the special ones,
which for one reason or another
are a defining part of whom I am
It's fascinating why certain events
we experience become so important
while others are lost in the shadows,
amongst so many other happenings
But those rare incidents which
ultimately effect us so deeply
are the literal foundations
of whom we are becoming
So, it is only fitting
to relive them
in order to
Deep down is this dark hole I see you
Cuddle like an unborn child in a womb
From the outside where I look
The light of the heavens shine so bright
You reached out to me from within the darkness
But your hand I cannot see
Tears trickle down your face,
Oh what despair you thought
Cuddle back with all hopes gone
With warm then a soft touch you felt life
My hand reached in and touch you
Hold my hand love, don't let go
Come to me, come see your light
Holding you in my arms, you shall be with me always
Never fear, I'm always near
Smile for me, and you'll see, everything will be alright.