A Voiceless Cry
Oh how weeping unvoiced breathes deep torments,
Beautiful love once flowered so,
Embellished with blooms, now subdued’s sweet scents,
Wretchedness brings forth a love’s woe.
It’s a voiceless cry that looms in a heart,
As the beauty of love is torn,
Call out the flowers withering apart,
Away to the winds each fly shorn.
Voiceless is beauty that will cry ever,
For a love cut off in essence,
Speaks a volume in sorrow that never,
Births a bloom to grace a presence.
How the voiceless cry now bellows for life,
Fallen tears scantily touch ground,
Scorched is the heart lacking love tied to strife,
Only to glean thorns that will sound.
Where is all the love and beauty that breathes,
Lifelessness usurps with a gloom,
All the sweetness topping in fragrance leaves,
Thus a voiceless cry has no bloom.
Highly deemed, love’s like a flower’s beauty,
Preciousness does flourish in God,
A voiceless cry in the night will ne’er be,
If love’s sanctioned by Him then awed.
May 25, 2004
Senior moments come
and senior moments go.
After the rain it may be dark
or we see a pretty rainbow.
Some senior moments stay
and others I wish would go.
To all my friends around me
each day more of them I show.
I’ll take the senior moments.
I pray they are here to stay.
Because when I forget things
I know I'm older by another day.
This little bit of truth
may be valuable as gold.
The alternative to senior moments
is that today we don’t get another day old.
©Richard E. Funnell
As I walked along this path
And watching the setting sun.
Thinking about some things we did,
And some that we have not done.
We have shared our thoughts on some things
And how we could happy live,
And often you have told me how
And told the love you give.
And there were those tender times,
When sadness filled my heart,
If you had always been honest with me
Right from the very start.
I’ve often felt others whispered words
And each time they tried to say,
And I always tried to love you more,
And tried to believe your way.
And as I walk the path again
I feel you here with me,
For I am filled with pain and love,
And so many tears, that I can't see.
My love for you could never be less
No matter what you say or do
But I must think of myself now
And the pain I have gone through.
So as the beauty of the sunset
Goes totally out of my view
As I come to the end of the path
To my heart I must be true.
Beneath His Wings
Covered by the power of God,
His angels walk beside me,
I fear not the conflicts of life,
Around me protection will be.
I can walk through battles,
Floodwaters pass by the way,
Filled with the spirit of God,
There is authority in words I pray.
The Lord gives to me deliverance,
My enemy does not cause me woe,
I stand in the shadow of God,
His power through me will show.
I worship and adore my Lord,
Forever I will sing His praise,
Covered in the warmth of His wings,
I will glorify Him all of my days.
September 6, 2004
Let Me See
Let me see
the steady showers of spring
of crocuses and tulips,
and the coming of warmer days.
Let me see
the verdant hillsides,
the crowning flowers
blooming in profusion,
and long nights with fireflys.
Let me see
the brilliant leaves
in all their pristine glory,
as the fierce wind blows
them to the ground.
Let me see
the silent fallen dust
from angels wings
on a cold winter night
and thank You for life!
©Doris J. Niswonger
I Am above all Kings.
I Am above all rulers of the universe.
I Am all there is.
I Am all there ever was.
I Am all you really need,
As I Am for you.
I Am your Creator.
I Am your Counselor.
I Am your Savior and Friend.
I Am supreme, unconditional, Love.
I Am God Almighty
And I AM here to say,
''I Am completely in love with you.''
© 2004 by Joyce C. Lock
I will rise and see how the day goes,
See if it rains or the wind blows.
I will try to rekindle my dreams.
The shadow may not be as dark as it seems.
Whatever the weather, I will not complain,
Because there is really nothing to gain.
I eat my vegetables and my fruit, and drink my milk,
But I do not wear wool, satin or silk.
I may get busy and do some work,
Of only do dishes or iron a shirt.
I may go out and help someone,
It will make me feel better in the long run.
I am thankful that today I am healthy,
I do not need to be famous or wealthy.
I'm thankful that I have a roof over my head,
And a good bed to sleep in at night.
On Sunday morning I can hear the choir singing.
It means a lot to me.
We should be happy as long as we can see,
We may not have much time to waste,
Lots of things cannot be replaced.
You Ask Why I Follow Jesus?
You ask why I follow this Jesus?
Why I love Him the way I do?
When the world's turned away from His teachings
And the people who serve Him are few.
It's not the rewards I'm after,
Or gifts that I hope to receive.
It's the Presence that calls for commitment
It's the Spirit I trust and believe.
The Lord doesn't shelter His faithful,
Or spare them all suffering and pain,
Like everyone else I have burdens,
And walk through my share of rain.
Yet He gives me a plan and a purpose,
And that joy only Christians have known,
I never know what comes tomorrow,
But I do know I'm never alone.
It's the love always there when you need it.
It's the words that redeem and inspire,
It's the longing to ever be with Him,
That burns in my heart like a fire.
So you ask why I love my Lord Jesus?
Well, friend, that's so easy to see,
But the one thing that fills me with wonder IS?
Why Jesus loves someone like me.
©Pastor Paul Ciniraj
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