There is a chill in the air.
That wasn't there before.
The flowers have dried up,
as warm days are no more.
Soon will come the season of cold.
And snow will cover the carpet
of leaves so gold.
The biting air nips my ears and nose.
Yet the Autumn day is bright,
as the sun pours forth its light.
I walk on.
Beside the Unseen One.
Who is my Forever Companion.
He leads me to a broad, spacious place.
A  quiet field.
Like a land flowing with milk and honey.
I feel peaceful and free.
With no more chains binding me.
Then He whispers to my soul,
"Take this path,"
And I walk upon a straight white line.
Upon the grass.
He reminds me not to stray.
To the right or to the left.
For the Way to Life
is narrow and straight.
I stay on the path stretched out before me,
for the path of the righteous shines brighter
and brighter until the perfect day.
"I will guide your feet into the peaceful way,"
I hear my loving Saviour say.
And I pray,
"Lord, let me stay near You,
forever and alway.
For You are the Lover of my soul.
And You have set me free from slavery.
To a land flowing with milk and honey."

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Loneliness - it gnaws at you,
Leaving a hole resembling a deep well.
The dark emptiness congeals
And sharpens into a fierce pang.

By: David W. Clare

Boys are toads, girls are frogs
They eat bugs so we don't have to
Girl frog sings us to comfort
No stress when she is heard in the night, no fright, no light...

Croaking away, she sleeps in the day
Lilly pad floats on the pond; ah so lovely the light rains...

In the marsh she awaits for us to escape the busy cities, towns and landscapes...

She sits upon her watery-log to offer her pleasant song of the happy frog...

D. Clare

I shine only because you make it so.
I fly only because beneath my wings
your wind blows.
I speak only because you are my words.
I hear and your name is the most beautiful
I've ever heard.
I breathe only because you are my every breath.
You are my life...you shall be my death.
But even in death, we shall not part.
For you are the only reason I love...
the only reason I have a heart.

It's in words, my masters' glory
Yet many think it's just a story

Inherit I, the sins of man
It's all a part of my masters' plan

To get the things I think I need
I'll cultivate the serpents seed

Caligula, the king of mayhem
Seek the good man, go and slay him

****, and ******, endless plunder
The righteous frown, they start to wonder

Is He there? Faith can weaken
That's the dark mans' flashing beacon

He works magic through the winds
Do you wonder how the madness ends?

It's in words, my masters' glory
Yet many think it's just a story

I only know the songs I love the most,
they can tell what life can be like,
not me, not making a living by living it.

I'll never write lines as good as those,
not saying better what's on my mind
or singing like it's worth it a listening.

Seldom other needs can juxtapose,
by any means I can't say much sometime,
but music finds me telling everything

for me, to me, for their soulful notes
whatsoever chord they could strike
the right ones in time will be moving me
magically...