Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Let Me

Let me live for You, O Lord,
Every day of every year.
Show Your Will to me,
Let me shed for others all my tears.

Let me show Your love
To others all around.
Let me be the mirror
That reflects the love I've found.

Let me stand for You
Wherever I stay.
Let me find grace
In Your eyes. O Lord, I pray.

Let me pray to You,
Every day, every week,
Let me see Your face,
For that is what I truly seek.

Let me praise You
From now until the end.
Let me thank You,
My Saviour and friend.

Let me fly with You
On that great rapture day,
With all the saints
Forever in Heaven I'll stay.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

My Sister

When the sun is darkened by a rain-filled cloud,
I can run to you, my sister, I'll be fine.
When argument from the past still echo loud,
Then I'll cry on your shoulder and clear my mind.

You are my sister, the only one I have,
There'll never be another, none quite like you.
On my burning wounds, you are my soothing salve.
You can make me laugh like no one else can do.

We can sit and talk together all day long,
And stay up 'til the wee hours of the night.
If we stay together, nothing can go wrong,
There's no contention on who's wrong or who's right.

My sister, for everything you say and do,
My friend, with all my heart, I am thanking you.

( to my sister, Teresa)

Tuesday, January 16, 2007


The flame dances on it's wick,
Dances to some silent music.
No pounding beat or tune,
No rhythm or rhyme,
Just - silence.

The shadow dances on the wall,
Dances to some silent music.
No words to sing or remember,
No right steps or wrong,
Just - silence.

Light dances in your eye,
Dances with some silent mirth.
No boundaries to restrict or hinder,
No sad or solemn time,
Just - silence.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Patience Is A Virtue (I think)

I have always heard it said that patience is a virtue, but in today's world it has become harder and harder to maintain that virtue. Although I am not a mother, I can sympathize with what they have to go through on a daily basis. Yesterday I had the job of babysitting four kids over at my pastor's house and, let me tell you, it was a chore and a half. At the end of the day, I had an enormous headache and a gash on my head from one of the kids dropping a candlestick on it. I also was pretty tired, but I felt like I actually accomplished things that day. Someone asked me what I did all day, I said "I played all day, what do you think I did? Work??"

I guess God gives a mother special abilities to multi-task all day long, because, my pastor's wife was there most of the time, and it was still a handful keeping them in line. Do you how many games of Skip-Bo it takes to be sick of cards for a while? Or how many piggy-back rides for your back to start screaming for a rest? Or how many fights to be broken up until your throat cries for a drink of water?

Over all, I think it went well, and the kids weren't all THAT bad, but I was glad to get into my own bed and sleeping soundly. No one woke me up in the middle of the night, no one wanted a "dink" of juice, no one fighting over who did what. Just...silence.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

The Road (After The Yellow Lines)

Take a right, here at the crossroads,
Let's take a detour, take a back road.
Let's take the road, winding around the hills,
Past the trees where the songbird sweetly trills.
Let's follow the road, past all the traffic signs,
Let's ride the road after the yellow lines.

Let's take a joy-ride on the old road,
Forget the fast pace on the high road.
Take a look at the scenes going past us,
No one on our back, waiting to pass us.
Let's follow the road beyond the phone lines,
Let's take the road after the yellow lines.

Let's ride past all the houses and barns,
Take a closer look at all the rural charms.
The cornfields rush to meet us, void of crop,
See the trees, silos peeking over top.
Let's follow the road, follow the tree lines,
Let's cruise the road after the yellow lines.

The road that's less traveled, with more to see,
The road paved with gravel, that's the road for me.
Slow it down, and take in all the beauty,
Although it's longer, it's worth it to me.
You can have your city streets with all the lines,
I'll take the road that's after the yellow lines.