How wonderful you are Lord
That you made the stars in the sky
Like a lamp to an endless path
Like a thousand daffodils in a field

How wonderful you are Lord
That you made the vast oceans
Deep within are billion mysteries
A thousand stories not yet told

How wonderful you are Lord
That you made human, man and woman
Was perfect and free of will
But was lost, as sin began,

How great you are Lord!
For love was demonstrated at the cross
Gave Your only Son to save me
By grace, through faith, in Christ alone

one day walking,
i stopped and stooped,
it looked almost fake,
a bare touch,
my shoe then suddenly,
say forth,
venturing without words,
so much of black,yellow and blue,
riding the wind where words have gone,
flying forth and far above,

what places have you been,
how did you find yourself here?

landing on your chosen destination,
a drab and grey building,
you are safe from other shoes,
and still amazingly vibrant

COVER me over
In dusk and dust and dreams.

Cover me over
And leave me alone.

Cover me over,
You tireless, great.

Hear me and cover me,
Bringers of dusk and dust and dreams.

a ladybug in spacious blue
splattering specks of red and black
with miniature aerial stunts
that speckle through uncaring air

it takes a keen eye to notice
a ladybug in spacious blue
a tiny snippet of fancy
in the otherwise simple sky

whizzing past wonderfully so
no trail or perfect plan concerns
a ladybug in spacious blue
her patterns flying forward fast

unhindered by specks of debris
fitting an insect debonair
sweetly dressed for a world's party
a ladybug in spacious blue

a glass sits on her head
remaining stalwart
standing tall despite gravity
and table decor of cracked crystal
and a slender green bottle

worn rosewood table
holds up a slender green bottle
and it's companion
a stalwart piece of cracked crystal
a glass sits on his head
as he considers gravity
and it's place at the table

it was the candle-flame
burning the wax low in the night
showing the long shuffled way
down the lingering stone path
to the old sycamore tree
which nearly eclipsed
the roses
that had been so neatly planted

the palpable marble benches
stood waiting for all
who wished to contemplate
the night sky
and what it brought to mind

it was the candle-flame
burning the wax low in the night
that was set down on a bench

the casualty of contemplation
is losing the mystery of questions
she thought

perhaps
it might be better to sit watching
as the candle-flame slowly burned
the wax low in the night