The daily fight is never easy,
so much that's evil in the air;
so much, the world's temptation,
don't let it catch you - unaware.

Keep the faith and keep the hope,
you must endure, until the end;
be patient,  kind,  forgiving,
and like the willow tree - just bend.

What matters is the path you travel,
the straight and narrow way's the best;
the road to hell is broad and wide,
no need to follow all the rest.

Be content, whatever your position,
whether you are rich -  or not;
take heed of God's commandments,
and the measures He has taught.

Then you can say you've won the race,
kept the faith and finished strong;
then reside in God's great family,
and learn with others, His new song.

Friendship never dies,
good friends never quit;
they stay always in the heart,
once the bond is lit.

Once the chord is tied,
that bind never breaks;
their word is never broken,
however high the stakes.

Friendship never wavers,
through every kind of weather;
whatever happens to them,
they always stay together.

They welcome you in love,
they welcome you in gladness;
and when the sorrow strikes,
they share with you, the sadness.

Friendship never dies;
it's always on display;
it's there just when you need it,
for that is friendship's way.

When the daylight fades to night,
when the sounds of traffic cease;
when the moon's a slice of heaven,
that's when my soul's at peace.

When the stars cry out in silence
when the darkness hides the light;
when sweet slumber covers me,
then I sense the world's all right.

When your love forgives my sinning,
when your strength, it makes me weak;
when I praise your name in prayer,
that's the solace that I seek.

When the wonder of your name,
becomes my only choice;
in the quiet of the room,
I hear your precious voice.

When the blessings flow like water,
when your grace becomes my song;
then the pace of life is pleasure,
as the days of life are long.

Love has many faces,
which one does hers show?
if it's one of happiness,
then that's the one I know.

Love has many voices,
does her laughter always flow?
if joy is in her nature,
then she's the one I know.

Love has many moods.
is her peace the wind that blows?
is her manner ever pleasant?
that one, my heart knows.

Love has many meanings,
in her eyes, that special glow?
does her kisses satisfy?
then she's the love I know.

Love has many waters,
is her love a tender row?
is she a lovely fountain?
then she's the love I know.

One day, I'll write a poem,
that captures my true thoughts;
I'll then surprise myself,
by words that I have wrought.
Nothing too elaborate,
nothing too mundane;
an emotion of the heart,
to keep me sound and sane.
The touch of wind upon the cheek,
the hide and seek of shade;
the chirp of birds and people,
the music that we've played.
The laugh of happy children,
the joy of loving souls;
each upon an unknown stage,
with varied, different roles.
The love that is forever,
the kindness of  a friend;
the bond that's never broken,
the tie that never ends.

September morning;
bright, fresh and clean;
autumn's in the air,
felt,  but yet, unseen.

The dawn is past,
the day is nigh;
I greet the sunshine,
with a joyous sigh.

I drink in deeply,
the breath of early morn;
view the placid lake,
the sunflowers adorn.

Jax tugs gently on his leash,
the spring is in his walk;
he nudges grass aside,
among the flower's stalk.

Man and his best friend,
on their daily stroll;
each on his own path,
each with his own goal.

I was amazed,  when long ago,
I saw my boyhood home again;
it was so much smaller than before,
or is it the mind that often rends?

The roads had shrunk, the bridges too,
was it really miles,  to the sandy beach?
things were not so far away,  but,
seemed well within my eager reach.

I used to think the world was mighty big,
the village miles and miles from end to end;
but what I once thought so far away,
was almost there, behind each shadowed bend.

Now that I have left and gone out west,
things are getting bigger - like before,
the sky goes on forever, not a tent at all,
the horizon, now unseen, from my front door.

The world is only larger from perspective,
how it's really viewed from where you are;
the studded lit-up skies, they look so close!
but it's an endless journey to the nearest star.