God is faithful...are we?
are we doing things we do not see?
doing things we think are right,
scoffing at God's will and might.
God shows love...do we?
do we let all others be?
turn away from what is wrong,
we dance and sing the same old song.
God shows love...do we?
or from commitment do we flee?
just deciding to live together,
for a moment's passing pleasure?
God is merciful...are we?
at what cost,  at what fee?
can we offer up - compassion?
or is that something,  we just ration?
God endures...do we?
do we pray on bended knee?
God's the Rock of my salvation,
and of our very troubled nation.

Father, we pray for a world divided,
by untruths, lies and opinion;
we pray for repentance from sin,
over which You have total dominion.
Search our questioning hearts,
and remove all that's unclean;
gives us strength to overcome,
in the faith and hope, unseen.
Father, please,  bless us this day,
with the knowledge of Your  grace;
with the peace that satisfies,
which we,  can then,  embrace.
We give our burdens up to You,
things we can't solve on our own;
we bow, to worship You, my Lord,
above,  on Your Heavenly Throne.
Father, take this solemn prayer,
and turn it to happiness;
let us then,  be a child of God,
whom You acknowledge and bless.

Let the light of God shine through,
in praise or in thanksgiving;
in blessings made brand new,
for another day of living.

Sing the song of His great love,
that keep the fires burning;
grace that's sent from up above,
for what your soul's been yearning.

Peace that knows no boundaries,
joy that knows no end;
faith that knows no quandaries,
stays strong around each bend.

Cast out fear from daily strife,
with the presence of His being;
with each aspect of your life,
and the glory you are seeing.

Let the light of God shine through,
with each word you share;
with knowledge of the things you do,
you can show you care.

Java gets my heart a-pumping,
clears the cobwebs in my head;
the rich, dark drink is fine,
I wake up, like from the dead.

Coffee is the choice of most,
to get the juices flowing;
it's the jump-start of the day,
to move and get you going.

A cup of Joe is pleasant,
two cups or more is great;
the last cup goes down fast,
any longer,  you'd be late.

It's so nice to be retired,
I don't have to "jump the gun;"
I drink it by the window,
and get the morning's sun.

So, here's to coffee drinkers,
to the daily, fresh-made brew;
to the start of one more day
by coffee...made anew.

TV warps my mind,
with its crazy violence;
there's little there to find,
I'd rather have the silence.

I'd rather read a good book,
than to watch the tube;
take a walk and just look,
TV's too **** rude.

Listen to good music,
and better, sing along;
TV's too **** slick,
I'd rather hear a song.

TV's  just disease,
mindless, ugly pleasure;
it's ******, slimy, ******,
nothing there to treasure.

TV warps my mind,
it's addictive and insane;
I've better things to find,
to see and feed my brain.

Heat comes, but for awhile,
the evening makes me smile;
light melts away, as shadow creep,
coolness comes, twilight seeps.
Days grow longer, spring is fading,
summer's close, I think of wading;
better yet, fully immersed, floating,
as some are fishing, others, boating.
I come back and clear my head,
mustn't jump too far ahead;
spring still has two months to go,
though it takes time, it isn't slow.
Twilight gives my heart some peace,
when the din of traffic's ceased;
when the quiet comes around,
when the soul's sweet grace is found.
I was on the porch, just reading,
books oft times are what I'm needing;
when the afternoon's receding,
when the nightly news quits bleeding.

I searched for moment's pleasures,
but then nothing did remain;
I sought out wealth and stature,
but the ending was the same.

I gathered books and music,
never gave much thought to sin;
women, wine and gluttony,
all were "grasping in the wind."

Foolish, man made fantasies,
not an inkling of tomorrow;
with all the silly happiness,
I was left with only sorrow.

With vanity, I lived my life,
then threw everything away;
beguiled by sheer ambition,
my ignorance held sway.

Were these things that mattered?
amid all dreams and wishing?
it was then, You found me Lord,
and the part that I was missing.