Keep me from this world Lord,
it garners too much sorrow;
keep me from the devil's pull,
with hope of God's tomorrow.

Where dreams are made reality,
where there's comfort for the soul;
away from stress and turmoil,
where the earth extracts its toll.

Keep me from this world Lord,
from the violence and the pain;
from man's unkind pollution,
I am sick of its refrain.

To where I drink the waters,
from pure and flowing streams;
the fountains of Your knowledge,
that laughs at mankind's schemes.

Keep me from this world Lord,
from the  war cries of the fools;
that don't know the way of peace,
where their kingdom never rules.

If we could cry, like women.
we  might be better off;
if we had the sensitivity,
instead, we'd rather scoff.

Macho pride goes quickly south,
fighting does not solve things;
there's always someone bigger,
faster - in what another foe brings.

Honey gets - what anger doesn't,
a compromise,   and peace;
wrath just clouds the issues,
the fighting does not cease.

Masculinity, is vastly over-rated,
the tree that bends stays well;
don't give way to power,
that creates a living hell.

If we could shed some tears,
are we any less a man?
I think were better for it,
let us try to understand.

Isn't news depressing?
No more window dressing;
it's brutal, insanely sad;
the whole world's gone quite mad.

The North Koreans want to **** us,
there's no one they can soundly trust;
the dreamers now corralled, sent home,
no more in USA to roam.

Born unaware, of any place,
they find their roots are hard to trace;
US babies, raised here, now deported,
don't return, you'll be reported.

Immigrants, at first, widely hailed,
are now the foe;  our policies, failed;
we'll build a wall to keep you out,
you'll simply have to turn about.

We've a president - Mr. Businessman,
he does things we don't understand;
he's not always right, so goes the song,
but by God,    he ain't never wrong!

Good morning Lord,
I arise early to greet
the rising sun;
help me stay on
God's bright path,
on this, my daily run.
Let my praise go forth
to You, in the cool
of dawn;
keep me from all harm,
let my faith in You,
be strong.
Guide my restless feet,
upon the truth I bear;
to keep You in my heart,
and the blessings that
we share.
Let Your light shine through,
to each person that I meet;
where ever it may be,
down any troubled street.
Thank You Lord for this fine day,
with each promise of tomorrow,
to the future of Your kingdom,
where there will be no sorrow.

Age follows me,
like a puppy, all around;
I can't shake its shadow,
we just go round and round.

The days pass by much quicker,
the nights, they come too soon;
and in between, the hours fly,
with a crass mind of its own.

That's life; you cannot slow it down,
trying - it never seems to jell;
I'm running to a different clock,
some days, it's just as well.

With age, comes greater wisdom,
at least that's what they say;
my seriousness has faded,
but I had it-  back in the day.

So, I relish all the sunsets,
that time provides for me;
as I await the final one,
whenever that may be.

You never lose a love,
fragments still remain;
a look, a smile, a laugh,
tears, regret, some pain.
Good outweighs the bad,
except in certain cases;
and often times a blur,
forgotten names and faces.
Some memories die hard,
and those are worst of all;
the giddiness of love,
before the tragic fall.
You never lose a love,
even buried deep inside;
something brings you back,
where once, it did reside.
You never lose a love,
'cause love, it never fails;
it's we that are imperfect,
the bane of all our ails.

You've got to love the moon,
because, by God, it's there;
like a sunrise and a sunset,
you can't help but care.
Let's not forget the sun,
it shines for me and you;
though sometimes grey,
it's often (more-times) blue.
You got to love the planets,
they hang for you and I;
amidst the sparkling stars,
on dark velvet screens of sky.
And what about the waterfalls,
that fall from the great heights;
into a pool... spectacular.
one of God's great sights.
You got to love the mountains,
that wear a crown of snow;
and in the distance, radiate,
a different kind of glow.
Whose the artist that creates,
such beauty for our pleasure?
that stores in us sweet memories,
we simply have to treasure?
He's called by many names,
like God, the Supreme Being;
By Himself... responsible,
for the loveliness we're seeing.