Oft times, your ways are hard Lord,
but they are just   and fair;
you help in times of troubles,
to show us that   you care.

Some only see the sorrow,
some only see the pain;
but those that know your truth,
have everything to gain.

We sometimes do not understand,
the way you show your plan;
but a sunrise and a sunset,
is one creation...Grand!

We suffer in your name Lord,
from human persecutions;
from skeptics and from fools,
under false delusions.

We must be overcomers,
to run the race and win;
tethered to your word,
we overcome our sin.

Coffee's good, some say bad;
but this morning's cup is fine;
outside the sun is rising fast,
'tis time for morning's grind.

Here we go, quite as before,
dressed with climate's hand;
with eyes alert, with eager heart,
lets hope the day, goes as planned.

A walk to start the morning off,
my companion at my side;
down the road across the street,
on our early morning glide.

The warmth of Sol is beaming,
the hint of cool is  blowing;
we walk with no intention,
of where it is we're going.

The legs now getting limber,
the pace of steps, increasing;
the wonder of the world unfurls,
and it never quells its ceasing.

Over my morning coffee,
I read the poems that flow;
the heartache and the happiness,
of people I don't know.

It stirs the heart and tugs the soul,
emotions words do capture;
the pains of life,    the joys,
are lovely in their stature.

Poetry's the gift of God,
rhymes for every season;
lyrics for the wounded heart,
for,   whatever reason.

The seeds of every thought,
now printed on each page;
in celebration of the day,
the madmen and the sage.

Poetry walks hand in hand,
with God's uncertain lovers;
it blankets them in peace,
what love the world discovers!

Now comes the second day,
following your death;
he was there beside you,
as you took your final breath.
Now begin the days of grief,
the hurting and the sorrow;
for the loved one...gone,
left alone for each tomorrow.
She will not go to heaven,
nor will she go toward hell;
but she'll rise,  come resurrection,
when?   only time will tell.
Then, she'll face God's truth,
then, she'll have a choice;
to accept Him or reject Him,
let's pray she hears His voice.
To be part of God's own family,
where no one dies,   not ever;
right here on God's green earth,
for the next day and forever.

Your day begins at sunset Lord,
when the twilight, fades away;
as we begin our winding down,
to let the darkness have its say.

Again we wake, again refreshed,
to pink-tinged light of dawn;
to the quiet of the morning,
to the warm robe we put on.

We say a prayer to start the day,
thanks for blessings, well received;
our praise to God for every breath,
thanks, we've not been deceived.

Your righteousness is always there,
in the time and place that we exist;
your strength endures, when we are weak,
You give us vision,  in fog and mist.

Your path is light, to bring us home,
a lamp, that helps us,  find our way;
a rock, to build our faith upon,
an anchor on which, we gladly pray.

It could be old Cape Cod,
with paths thru waving grass;
and off to one's own side,
water inlets I do pass.

With the heat and humid weather,
with a sailboat, off the dock;
with the honking of the mallards,
as the sun bears down on rock.

It could be old New England,
moist and warm toward summer's end;
with the islands in the distance,
offshore,  where pathways bend.

But it's here ... in Arizona,
where the water's just a lake;
with cottonwoods against the sky,
reflections in the sailboat's wake.

It could be memories of youth,
from the man that came out west;
who is now an ancient mariner,
whose old memories are the best.

Keep me from this wicked world,
keep me from the devil's dare;
mold my feet upon Your path,
let truth be clothes I wear!

Let my heart be filled with love,
let my soul...find peace;
close the door to Satan,
in You,  my faith increase!

Let Your light in me shine through,
may the road ahead be bright;
guide my steps along the way,
to meet the dreary daily fight!

Keep me from this wicked world,
seal up my foolish pride;
keep praise of You upon my lips,
and on the wings of eagles, ride!