Mood affects thought,
memories still alive,
of pain some have brought,
with mournful sigh.

Images one can't erase,
linger like a bitter taste,
passing past my face,
such a human waste.

Errors made so long ago,
failure of the soul,
what then, we did not know,
what now, will make us whole.

Ignorance was bliss indeed,
morality was just a choice,
feeling good was just a need,
we never heard the guilty voice.

And now, those days, are gone,
is it too late to save the sinner?
now we know the right and wrong,
are we now, a winner?

Father give me courage,
to face my daily trials;
give me the endurance,
to walk the endless miles.
Let my light shine forth,
to those who cannot see;
let me have the strength,
in the place I want to be.
Hear my fervent prayers,
bless me with your might;
keep me safe and secure,
through the dark of night.
Father   -   grant me love,
the refuge of your peace;
the shelter of your arms,
the joy that will not cease.
Let your presence,   flow,
like an ever-living fountain;
and rid me of the obstacles,
of the ever present mountain.

Climbing hills is my pleasant pastime,
one with nature, one with sky and sea;
meditation on the wings of solitude,
is but little, but quite enough, for me.
Raindrops falling, pose no problem,
it's a reprieve, from all the drought;
I lift up my face to catch the drops,
there's life in rain, I have little doubt.
For today,  it's just a wayward cloud,
but it leaves me feeling nice and fresh;
above me, the darkness moves away,
going to the mountaintop, to mesh.
Far below, the shadows start to gather,
the sun recedes, becomes a molten ball;
in the distance, there's a purple curtain,
as once again, the rain begins to fall.
There is silence, sweet as the sunshine,
that in this special place,  is found;
I turn,  and head back to the world,
resistant and reluctant, to go down.

The first fruit of the spirit is love,
the second is joy, the next one, peace;
these are the building blocks of God,
without them, they will all cease.
The fourth is goodness, then gentleness,
and faithfulness then follows;
these are His attributes,
without them, faith rings hollow.
Kindness and long-suffering,
come afterward, to keep us strong;
and the final one is self-control,
to stop the urge to do some wrong.
All fruits of the Spirit, rightly so,
laws to keep us on the Way;
along with daily contact with the Lord,
as we bow our heads to humbly pray.
To meditate on, to fast and study,
to savor truth of God's great Word;
to listen to the song unknown to others,
the melody no one else has ever heard.

God calls to us,
by His great power, we're led;
to become His children,
not something else instead.

The world cannot receive,
the message that He sends;
the flesh rules thought and body,
and the sins, they never end.

We worship in the Spirit,
to us, the flesh is dead;
Jesus over came the flesh,
as on the stake, He bled.

Carnal mind and carnal thoughts,
are a barrier to His way;
no flesh can see the kingdom,
it that,  it has no say.

God calls to us;
the chosen and the few;
to dwell with Him forever,
a creation made brand new!

My back is bent,  but it's not broken,
hard labor will do that,  my dear friend;
but soon the day will come when work,
will cease to be, by some uncertain end.
We all must go that path that lies ahead,
but what happens to us,  once we've gone?
will we come back with karma waiting?
to play once more, that same old song?
Frankly, I don't care to be a cow or turtle,
or another different person altogether;
it's still a guessing as to what we'll be,
let's all hope that it will be a pleasure.
The Bible says, that there's a resurrection,
God says, He would  like to save us all;
but you must keep His ten commandments,
but you cannot,  if you don't hear His call.
Life's tough,  but there awaits, for us, a choice,
we can follow the Father of all untruth and lies;
or the Son of God who died for all our sins,
and for salvation, because He heard our cries.

On this gorgeous spring-time day,
I sing and praise Your name on high;
feeling gentle breezes blow,
awestruck at the azure sky.
Laugh at those that say it's chance,
this beauty that we know by sight;
grand design,  it's all around,
a hummingbird, an eagle high in flight.
The emergence of new life abounds,
the budding and the blossoming of things;
flowers, leaves and fruit on trees,
remembrance of what -  April brings.
The heart beats fast, the scent of love,
footsteps quicken at the break of day;
thankful for our friends and health,
thankful we still walk Your way.
Give us this moment for a lifetime,
to dwell, in the shelter of Your arms;
as we make choices that will please You,
assured we're safe - from life's great harms.