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© 11-10-99   (John L. Stevens)

      I will praise Him in the morning
      When I rise to meet the Son.
      I will praise Him in His glory
      As we meet there one on one.
      I will praise Him through the day time
      For all that He has done.
      I will praise Him every moment
      Til the setting of the sun.
      
      I will praise Him in the morning
      When I rise to meet the Son.
      I will praise Him in His glory
      As we meet there one on one.
      I will praise Him through my life time
      For all that He has done.
      I will praise Him every moment
      Til my race on earth is run.
      
      I will praise Him in the morning
      When I rise to meet the Son.
      I will praise Him in His glory
      As we meet there one on one.
      I will praise Him through eternity
      For all that He has done.
      I will praise Him every moment
      Til His face I see God's Son.
      
      Hallelujah To the Savior
      Who keeps me day by day
      Hallelujah to the Savior
      Who guides me on my way.
      I will praise Him on that morning
      And through out eternity
      Hallelujah to the Savior
      What a day that will be.
Early work found hiding.
Here I am walking down the street,
With crowds of people jostling about me,
All of them with umbrellas at hand.
Yet, I am thankful for the rain
Disguising the tears streaming down my face.
So nobody can see what’s going on inside.
Sympathetic looks I receive from random passers-by
But no one even reaches out.
No one tries to help.

Under the downpour that masks my face
You would see a broken heart.
Innocence lost with nothing gained;
What is this world coming to?
Promises cracked at the seams,
With lies given to glue our hopes back together.
With this dented society, it seems to be
Nothing pure, will I ever see.  

Broken at birth, our perception warped.
Will I ever glimpse something genuine and true?
Something that has not been changed
By the culture of today;
A something built on uniqueness and strength?
Without a care of who is watching.
Not a thought gone to judging.

I dream that one day all will live in harmony.
But I guess that good cannot be truly seen
Without a few bad things happening,
So we can finally appreciate the good.
So we can learn how to love,
Those small gifts given to us;
Like the smile of a passing stranger
Or a glimpse of the sun when it’s storming.

Still walking in the downpour of rain
But finally learning how to appreciate,
That even though the world is filled with evil,
There will always be some good
Hidden in all this darkness.
Even though my vision is fragmented,
One day I will be able to see
All the good that is around me.
(Updated)
© Michelle Brunet 2013
© 9-18-05 J Stevens  3/4
   8    8       q       q       8       8        8       8     8 -  8       8        8         q
   1    2       3       3        3   -   2   |  1       1     2 -  1       1        7.         1  
Is   your heart now breaking, from the sorrows    in      your    life?

q   q    8    8     8    8     8   8    8        q     8  8    h
           1    1     2    3      3   3    3        3     2-1     2
        Are you de-feet-ed in your walk with Him?

1-2    3   3    3    3    1      2       1      1    7.       1
The Father above can heal your broken heart.

  1      1      2      3      3     1       2            1        7-1
And set your  feet on   the   path     once   again.
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Are you tired    of    living    not knowing where you’re bound?
Do you  feel    desperation    all     around?
The Father above can give you  peace  again
And set your  feet on   the   road to Heaven bound.
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Do you know of God’s grace and His mercy which is free?
Do you need a new touch of His love?
Just open the door of your heart and let Him in.
Receive the Joy and Love from above.

-- chorus -----------------------------
3    5   5      5        5      3     4    |   3    
Open up your heart and say – aah.

3     4    5  -  5     5-3     4      3
Let the Doctor above look in.

3    5    5     5       5        4    3    4     3 – 2      1
Open up your heart and let the sorrow out,

   1    2     3         3      1      2      1-7-1
And be filled with His love within.
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3 - 5    5      5       5        3     4        3              q      q      q
Open up your heart and say – aah,   …  aah, aah, aah!

  3      5         3       5     5     3       q    q     q
Give Him your life this day.

  3 -4   3      2       1        1     1   2     3       2      1
Open up your heart and let the Son shine in

  1     2     3         3      1      2-1    7 - 1
And be filled with His spirit today.

Open up your heart…. Open up your heart.

He  will fill  you with His spirit……

He  will fill  you with His spirit again.
The top line with 8 q h | means eighth, quarter, half notes and bar.
The second line 8 1 2 3 4  is the note to play.  Example in key of C
7=B    1=C    2=D    3=E    4=F    5=G
I know... confusing.  Probably why this has not seen the light of day.
Colors Linger; Suspended In A Glimmering Eye,
As Dew Perched Upon The Greenest Blades Of Grass,
The Lawn Removing The Hate From The Sole Of Her Boots;
The Vegetation A Door Mat Spelling Out "WELCOME"

Her Breath Escapes As White Clouds From Her Throat;
The Carbon Dioxide Warm From Her Content Soul,
The Air Crisp And Quiet, Filled With Birdsong
As She Walked Quietly Through The Thick Wood,
The Trees Her Family Portrait Hanging On A White Wall,
The Faces Smiling, Spelling Out That This Was "HOME"

Though The Sun Was Shining Her Eyes Were Gray,
Clouded By The Solemn Thought Of Another Goodbye,
The Birdsong Disappeared Into The Vastness Behind Her,
The Colors Now Charcoal, For She Was Gone,
Though One Last Misty Breath Hung Within The Trees...
It Had Sighed The Words, "SO LONG HEAVEN"

*Sydney
So Long Heaven.. I'll Try To Be Back Home Soon<3

Self Portrait Poem
The Last Of Summer's Shriveled Leaves Held On,
A Blistering Wind Had Grasped Their Frail Stems,
And Ripped Each One Off Until They Were Gone;
They Fell Slow Between The Tree's Tangled Limbs

The Last Of Springtime's Robins Had Shivered,
The Orange On Their Bellies Now White From Snow,
Winter's Cruel Bite Seeping To Their Liver,
As Their Eyes Lost The Summer Sun's Stale Glow

The Last Of Fall's Lazy Currents Had Ceased,
And The River Creaked With White, Crispy: Ice,
Robins Scowered What The Ice Had Released,
Skittering Along The Banks Like Starved Mice

The Warmth Within The Trees Has Now Vanished,
The Robin's Song Was Now Chilled And Famished
I Took A Walk The Other Day Along The Now Frozen Mississippi. A Flock Of About 20-30 Robins Landed In A Tree On The Bank Next To Where I Was Sitting. The Bank Was Sligtly Open And They Picked Through The Frozen Dirt For Food Which Wasn't There... There Is A Condition These Robins Suffer From Which Doesn't Allow Them To Return South Because Of The Corruption Of A Gland Behind Their Eyes Which Allows Them To See The Magnetic Field Of The Earth--Which Is Their Built In GPS. This Gland Has Been "Whacked Up" Because Of The Frequenzy Emitted By Cellphone Towers... Last Year In The Middle Of December A Flock Of 9 Surived Until The First January Blizzard..
It was a hot summers day
A hazy glance thought the window
I lived my life for him, with him
He was all consuming
I was finding it harder and harder to cope
I told Paul
“i can’t cope anymore with all the lies, your overwhelming intensity, your needs, the ***, i feel i am losing my life.”
“i need to try and find my feet again and my life. what do we do if we continue, it can’t continue like this.”
He said  “you will attempt suicide over me, stay with me”  “we should die rather than not be together.”
Silver winged of steel
Buckled up
Cocooned in a cabin
No phones, no emails, no Internet
Racing down the runway
Soaring high above the ground
Distant specks of life
Winged of steel climbs though the skies
Clouds below, clouds above
Seat reclines, put in my earphones, close my eyes
I lose myself, soothed by the motion of the flight
Just a seat, a window, sky, music
Suspended, moving above the earth
Windswept heights
Countries, oceans, mountains, forests
Dawn to dusk
Smooth and turbulent
Dancing through life’s path in the skies
My breath of Serenity
My spirit needs to breathe
I am drowning in fatigue
Breathing without moving
Floating in unease
I hear hope is blooming
Somewhere inside these
Patience bearing ocean flowers
I am too high up to reach
This need awakens me
To will my lungs to breathe
I tried to hide from destiny
By staying just beneath
Shimmering surface dreams
All colours of the sea
Uninhibited soul star
Coming home at light speed
Unrestricted rainbows are
Dreaming for eternity

These cosmic imaginations
In meditation are indications
We are awakening
A prospect so amazing and invigorating
Everything is changing
Rearranging

A chance to grow consciously
And refresh our limitless memory
So we give ourselves the opportunity
To rediscover our truth in unity
Mutually

Inside our merkabas
Covered with insignias
We are made of the purest diamond bliss
Don't be afraid to calm the waves
While your ego tears and twists
Just remember this:
You are caught amidst
A powerless illusion, it's
Okay to feel confusion
As our thoughts become translucent
And we start to find solutions
That dissolve spiritual pollution

Enchant your heart with art
And ignite your right to evolution
I resolve to be a part
Of this Universal Revolution!
Unfortunately blessed
with bleeding hips and pink lips.
Nothing but gravity to
break our fall.

Even the ground we walk on
split apart to show us,
that our hearts are mended
to love but one.

An eternity of courts and palaces,
cannot prove that we are wrong,
yet their stained glasses say,
that we will never happen.

I wish with every part of me,
that we could race and find ourselves
untouched by the society's settlements.
But they brought us up.

And now we have chosen
never to let our rays touch,
we only watch each others light from afar,
hoping that we'd be recognized as a constellation.
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