QuestionsI stood before the Lord one day and asked him where he'd been, When all the bad things in my life threatened to overcome.His answer was a simple one,As easy as can be, I'm always there no matter what,Although you can't see me.Recall the times you sat alone,The times when you were hurt,I sat beside you all the while, whispering comfort.You know the time you ran away?I gently led you home,You see? He said with a knowing smile, you never were alone.I gave you all you prayed for, and cared for all your needs,And though you some times went astray, I answered all your pleads.Now go my child and be a light, So all of man
Highschool sweetheartWe were high school sweethearts, But we are done! I said, But I as I lay here writing this, I wish I chose you instead.So if I had made that choice, This is what I'd say,Instead of breaking up with you,And turning my back that day.I want to always be with you, To hold at bay your fears, To gently kiss away the doubt, And brush away your tears.I want to be your helper, Your companion and your guide,To help you through the struggles,In me you can reside. I'll hold you at the altar, I'll comfort you at home, And if you ever need me,Just call and I will come.When we start growing older, I'll cherish in
Dad, you're my heroWith a nod and a smile, the father gives praise, To his son who, with confidence, holds a picture up raised.The boy cocks his head, and a frown appears, Something's not right, he scratches his ear;Suddenly he brightens and scribbles a note,And his father leans forward to see what he wrote."Dad you're my hero" the awkward text read, And the father plants a kiss on the top of his head. Twenty years Later, the boy's moving home, His father is dying, and doesn't want to be alone.The boy steps into the small hospital room,Not much time left, he'll be dying soon.With quite a big effort, the father sits up, And asks for som
True LoveTrue LoveTrue love is the feeling, that warms you deep inside,When the first time that you meet,You catch each other's eye.True love is the knowledge, that relationships are hard,But realizing very well,You could never be apart.
HonestyHonestyHonesty, the heart of truth, lets open her gentle arms, To catch and hold the laws of God and ponder every one.But in the dark and black of sin, a lie hides his face,From the light and warmth and soothing call, of the sanctity of grace. When honesty tries to show herself, the lie beneath attacks, and tries to cover up the truth, but she valiantly fights back. With ferocity and latent spite, the lie fights to the death, an easy win, it hopes to gain, truth will be overcome.But in it's triumphant dance and cry, truth rises once again, and lays hold upon her sword and shield to finish the deadly fight.As the sin rais
grandparentsGrandparentsAncient hands, gentle, fine,Crooked fingers laced in mine,Wizened gaze, tired, worn,Slightly happy, glazed, forlorn.Lines that time has softly laced,Form the visage, that perfect face,One knows and trusts since they were young,That made them feel loved welcome.Years have faded, time has gone,Too fast perhaps tho' days seem long,Soon the world will fade as well, Ancient mouths no tales will tell.Hope to pass on gracefully,Remembered fondly .lovingly,'Tis thoughts of these that make them glow,Their happiness within them shown.