Father, I will know thee,
much better after death;
once that I have taken,
my final, dying breath.

For we must die,
before we live;
and as Your son,
one life, we live.

We offer up our lives to You,
in fervent hope;
You'll see us through.

For in this thing called life,
our work is but a test;
and what comes afterward,
will all be for the best.

Your truth's a shining light,
a beacon from above;
in life's relentless fight.

A lamp unto our hurried feet,
where hearts and souls;
so often meet.

The glow of day, is fading fast,
the things we love, they never last;
we put our treasured hope in You,
knowing You will see us through.

You are the true, eternal dream,
where things are not, quite what they seem;
in You, we truly, clearly see,
we'll live on in, Your memory.

Agape love is God's great love -
for strangers and for friends -
for every human being -
a love that never ends.

Compassion for the future -
for the promise of tomorrow -
when wars will not exist -
in a place that knows no sorrow.

A heaven, here, on earth -
with Christ, our righteous king -
where peace will reign forever -
when all the angels sing.

Where joy will follow happiness -
where the word of truth is spoken -
where there will be no lies -
where nothing there is broken.

A world of constant sunshine -
where darkness is not known -
where agape love abounds -
where love is always shown.

Due to circumstances beyond our control,
we have only gruesome, tragic, unfathomable stories,
to present to you on this most ordinary day.
Thank you for your patience.
(The CBS evening news crew)

The boulders are too huge for me
to see too far,
they often block the sun;
but in their beauty there's no mar,
and that's what makes it fun.

I walk the peaks and valleys,
high and lows, they shine;
like walking dirt-filled alleys,
I do not see the grime.

All is what it seeks to be,
nature is unraveled;
as far as any eye can see,
these paths are seldom traveled.

Jumbled rocks of granite, old,
invite my feet to walk;
in a sanctuary of peace that's bold,
where there's no need of talk.

Solitariness is fine,
amid the boulders, grand;
in corners where the sun don't shine,
and no one holds your hand.

Dreams that die forever,
are never really lost-
they're filed away as memories,
but there's penalties and costs.

A marriage that has faltered,
a home you've never seen-
a child that never lived,
they all were once a dream.

Pieces of a broken heart,
lie buried in the dust-
fragments of a happiness,
now lost because of trust.

Voices of a distant past,
or echoes from a grave-
remnants of a moment,
lost in hollow caves.

Dreams that die forever,
stay with us, as we sleep-
as we go about our lives,
as inwardly - we weep.

In the fast lane,
life goes by too quickly;
the landscape blurs.
I gaze till I feel sickly.

I used to get that way,
on the circular merry-go-round;
I'd get off and fall to earth,
back then, it was, soft ground.

Now the earth's grown hard,
I bend, but seldom give;
the body is more rigid,
each year that I do live.

I walk with caution,  on
ground that's cold and icy,
my footsteps planted firmly,
they know each step is dicey.

I take no unknown risks,
I like my life too much;
to throw caution to the wind,
wouldn't help me much.

In a world of silence
I run on batteries
walk a mile or two
on wrinkled aging knees.

Hearing nothing as I sleep
most things won't wake me up
I sit in awesome silence
and sip my coffee cup.

Closed caption on the t. v.
informs me of the news
the world is still divided
violent, bitter,  bruised.

Time for my daily walk
check the batteries, they're fine
attach the hearing aids
the sun begins to shine.

My dog waits patiently
with uncomplaining love
it's a chilly wintry day
I reach to take my gloves

The air is frosty clean
I leave the car at home
and step with Jax, off the curb
in the neighborhood, to roam.

When I dwelt in darkness,
I was ignorant and lost -
I paid the price of sorrow,
at my own precious cost;
I bowed to secret pleasures,
gave ground to wicked sin -
bothered not by conscience,
or by places I had been.
And then You called to me Lord,
and You turned my life around -
when I learned Your words of truth,
then I felt on solid ground;
and now I feel the presence,
of Your guiding, helping hand -
in grace and knowledge growing,
I began to understand.
Now Your Spirit dwells in me Lord,
my path is bright and straight =
going forward to tomorrow,
and through that narrow gate.

In this last day of September,
there are things to remember;
fading of the summer's heat,
scents of autumn, oh so sweet.

Shadows grow a little quicker,
as the sun begins to flicker;
the dawn is slow in rising,
each morn a bit surprising.

The air grows crisp and cool,
and still I am but nature's fool;
happy in the changing of a season,
not for any certain rhyme or reason.

Autumn comes with dying themes,
in its multicolored schemes;
in the falling of the leaves,
form proud majestic maple trees.

September slips in grand repose,
with each death of one red rose;
giving way to autumn's song,
as the change of life moves on.

There's a trail that climbs a mountain,
long and winding, unforgiving;
it's like the road of life,
the daily hum of living.
You may make it to the summit,
or then again, may not;
you may succeed in life,
or you may find it's not your lot.
You're sure to stumble on the way,
watch your step and keep on going;
you may fail at certain things,
but mostly, you'll be knowing.
The view atop the mountain,
is one that's unsurpassed;
the view of life can be as great,
once the stumbling's past.
Life's the mountain you must climb,
you may reach the top,  or not;
yet the journey - that's the thing;
but you must give it your best shot.

Long ago and far away
you came into my life one day
stayed with me - on the run
until we lost our first son.
Shotgun marriages seldom last
due to one's misguided past
subject to a quick demise
full of ugly hidden lies.
Long ago and far away
you were  doomed to never stay
I was running from your arms
indifferent to your wily charms.
Chasing after foolish hope
drinking so that I could cope
Stupid, I threw it all aside
in the event that I could hide.
Long ago and far away
loving you was only play
we couldn't stay together long
when death began its mournful song.

The leaf is set to fall,
crimson, yellow, brown;
'tis the autumn of the year,
when all the leaves come down.

I love the crunchy sound they make,
when the foot falls ******* them;
the dying leaves surrender,
now broken from its stem.

They dance across the highway,
they swirl and churn with glee;
but do the people notice?
sometimes I think, just me.

In the hills of old Vermont,
the maples are the best;
so bright, the falling leaf,
so separate from the rest.

Like us, they are unique,
with the fashion show they bring;
they call tourists from all states,
and cause one's heart to sing.

Don't show me no recliner,
stop the chatter and the talking;
let me lace my hiking boots,
and let me be off -  walking.

East of the burning sun,
where a shadow's just a friend;
where I can see for miles and miles,
where the roads - they never end.

Where the mountains rise above me,
where the ridgeline's edge is high;
where horizons fade in silence,
and above me - only sky.

There's a solace in this desert place,
soft peace,  that fills the soul;
that gives me satisfaction,
where nothing is my goal.

Just a sense of new found freedom,
like a wandering vagabond;
at one, with all of nature,
my feet and heart respond.

Lord, You made
all things beautiful,
from the rising sun,
to the crescent moon;
from the wanted rain,
to the ****** snow,
from the eagle's wing,
to the wailing loon.
To the heights of mountains,,
to the sand-kissed shore;
and when it was enough,
You created more.
Lord, You make
all things good,
from the taste of wine,
to the apple's bite;
from the hike to distant hills,
to the kid that flies the kite.
You gave us hope,
to face each day,
You gave us faith,
that never dies;
You gave us memories,
where sweet joy lies.
Lord, You are
my Comforter,
of endless dreams,
and strong desire;
the light that leads
me on the path,
and fills my soul
with fire.

In place of hate, I put love,
instead of war, I put peace;
and the blessings I received,
have yet, to come, to cease.
In place of pride, I am humble,
instead of anger, I just smile;
and the joy,  that I felt...
has lasted all this while.
My wickedness caused me pain,
but truth called to my heart;
and with God's Holy Spirit,
I made a brand new start.
Became a new creation,
cast off the chains of sin;
free from it's strong bonds,
aware of where I'd been.
In place of wounds, found healing,
instead of sadness  -  hope;
in the promise of tomorrow,
a place where I can cope.

How could I ever doubt you
when you showed me how to live?
when you showed me truth
and asked me to forgive.

You were always in my heart
but not often in my mind;
until I heard the call
and love is what I find.

Your the rock I lean upon
the light that shows the way;
the savior of my soul
to whom I kneel to pray.

The anchor of my restlessness
the safe harbor where I hide;
the shelter that I seek
from all angry tides.

How could I doubt you, Lord
when you've turned my life around?
giving me love and power
and now, a mind that's sound.

sitting on the porch
enjoying midday sun
while others reel in snow
not having any fun

riding icy roads
they slide and spin
going the other way
that they have been

snowing in Atlanta
freezing in Mobile
they scratch their heads
in how the scene unreels

while here in Arizona
we sit and soak in heat
that exceeds the normal
such a wintry treat!

can't help but rub it in
the wonder of the weather
we're blessed to have it so
this January treasure.

Give us now, our daily bread,
feast upon the staff of life;
know the peace of love,
that subdues all strife.

Know the bliss of joy,
that stems from Him alone;
that lifts your every burden,
from which you can't atone.

That removes all blemishes,
that used to bring you down;
that caused you all the pain,
that caused your brow to frown.

Be blessed by His abundance,
that never knows an end;
that shelters you from harm,
that comes around the bend.

Give us now, our daily bread,
the food that Christ can give;
the strength to face tomorrow,
the happiness to live.

It's the quietness of evening,
slumber creeps, comes to me;
and takes me to the sandman,
that always waits, so patiently.

I fight with little effort,
the weariness, too much;
I bow to eyelids drooping,
sleep has me, in its clutch.

I feel the heart grow heavy,
the brain waves, getting slow;
bed's just around the corner,
calling sweetly, this I know.

Just a goodnight poem for friends,
for fellow poets and their words;
who spread the rhymes we love,
where good poetry does merge.

Goodnight my hellopoetry pals,
let's all drift off to dreamland;
and hope that, in all the dreaming,
it's something we can understand.

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.

When troubles occur, you laugh
why is that?
I take it is because you have all the answers
and I have to laugh myself
and because I love you Lord.

I never knew how high the moon could be,
when you left and never came to me;
it looked cold and sterile, too far away,
not quite like, romantic poets say.

It wasn't what this lover had in mind,
that drew together, two of a certain kind;
it was just an object, out there in space,
and for the life of me, I couldn't see your face.

A silver ball, hanging in the chilly air,
without attachments... or a care;
an orb that will never be the same,
because, no more, it does not speak your name.

And too, the stars, had lost their radiant shine,
perhaps they knew, no longer were you mine;
and so, the night was darker than need be,
knowing you, no more had love for me.

I never knew the night could bring such pain,
with its silence and its quiet, sad, refrain;
but then, I never chose to be so **** alone,
and like the night, so chilling to the bone.

The whole world is spinning, out of control,
who is in charge? Does anyone know?
the President's golfing, the V.P. is not,
the whole of the core, is going to rot.

Now we're faced, with two different choices,
two unpopular people, two ugly voices;
both want to be first, in charge of us all,
and once more it's true, we're ready to fall.

Once a great nation, we've fallen aside,
due to stupidity, arrogance, pride;
the gap between rich and the gap between poor,
seems to be widening, just more and more.

The rich get richer, the poor, more worse off,
when we all plead our case, the skeptics just scoff;
they're blinded by money, and typical greed,
for crying out loud - how much do they need?

We're sinking in quicksand, and sinking quite fast,
where's the control? How long will it last?
there's only one fact, for this old, hardy soul,
the whole world is spinning and out of control.

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.

It started with a scratchy throat,
then zapped my nose and eyes;
coughing, sneezing, wheezing,
and my mournful little cries.

Invaded by an unknown foe,
that gave me chills and shakes;
Yes, I tried the chicken soup,
and whatever else it takes.

Can't do things when you're sick,
my organs aren't bionic,
I sit stiffly in my chair,
very rigid;  catatonic.

My rhinitis is pathetic,
a sieve I cannot quell;
my eyes leak liquids too,
it's the truth -I feel like hell.

It could be due to weather;
perhaps some allergies;
but I am on the mending road,
whops-excuse me while I sneeze!

If I've a choice,
it's love,
not hate;
love, it never fails,
if your master of
your fate.
If I've a choice,
It's peace
and never war;
war destroys all people,
peace opens
every door.
If I've a choice,
it's freedom,
no more a slave;
the truth,  it
sets you free,
you'll be
honest, strong
and brave.
If I've a choice,
then in God,
I must believe;
to lift my soul
to heaven,
and when dying,
not to grieve.
If I've a choice to make,
let me live by faith - alone;
to have a heart that melts,
and does not turn to stone.

When you come to me
I shall be ready
with honor and with glory
and with praising song
because you turned my life around
and revealed to me
what is right and what is wrong;
Gave me the truth that
I was searching for
gave me the strength
to go through any door;
Caused me to hope
when everything went wrong
put me with other people
where I felt I belonged;
Renewed by faith in God
with the promise of tomorrow
where death will be extinguished
where there will be no sorrow;
Where all will place God
above all else
the name above names
where peace and love and joy
forever reigns.

Walking in the pouring rain, I'm soaked
in the middle of a empty desert plain
pelted hard with big , wet, chilly drops
that sting and  make me flinch in pain.

My ballcap provides a little shelter
but it isn't long before it's soggy too
I search the skies for decent weather
but there only patches that are blue.

I resign myself and say it could be worse
instead of only rain, it could be hail
and improbably it could be snow
that would be covering up the trail.

August rain, from monsoon season
is unpredictable and often rude
coming fast, without much warning
it fouls and blemishes my cheery mood.

But being the long-lived desert rat I am
I take it with just a grain of precious salt
walking in the open spaces with no shelter
forgetting my umbrella's my **** fault.

Nothing grows in concrete,
it's hard and unforgiving;
it don't allow for growth,
for things that nourish living.

No thing grows in cement,
it stifles out each breath;
where oxygen can't thrive,
it results in only death.

Concrete is for building,
walls we cannot climb;
barriers that separate,
where the sun can't shine.

Cement is for highways,
to speed us all along;
in chariots of metal,
apart from Nature's song.

Nothing grows in concrete,
it has no heart or soul;
the more we do without it,
the more that we grow whole.

'Twas but a little love
that never went away
it blossomed like a rose
like the touch of spring in May

For the heart was made alive
as the days became more sunny
and the soul was stirred by love
and its taste was kin to honey

Something soft and sweet
something warm and tender
filled my mind with wonder
and the magic that it rendered

'Twas but a little love
that had its winsome way
that led me by its hand
and wouldn't go away.

The morning's dark and gloomy
chance or rain, the papers said ;
I put on rain-repellant gear
and it's off to the trails I head.
Skies are shadowed and cluttered
like shrouds, the clouds roll by;
but below me the ground is solid
brown, hard packed, and dry.
Beside me, a glow's now forming
the sun, now takes center stage;
it lightens the landscape around me
and its color now,  is beige.
But it lasts for only a moment
the shrouds come creeping back;
and in minutes the darkness returns
and is changing the color to black.
But now I've begun my return
and my hiking's on the wane;
I've gambled the odds in my favor
by dodging the chance of rain.

Nothing lasts forever,
neither love,  nor hate;
whatever your endeavor,
think about its fate.

The flowers bloom and die,
some withered, on the stake;
leave them where they lie,
for you and heaven's sake.

Nothing lasts forever,
not joy and neither pain;
but we don't give up,  ever,
for our loss, we too, can gain.

Memories bring sorrow,
memories bring joy;
we face a new tomorrow,
whatever we employ.

Nothing lasts forever,
but souls, they live in God;
who for us, is much too clever,
though some may think -  that's odd.

You have to be called
to share His hope
to sing His song
so you can cope;
You have to listen
to really hear His voice
you have to choose
the only rightful choice;
You have to set aside
all the things you learned
from this deceitful world
by which you have been burned;
You have to change
the way you have been thinking
open up the eyes
do a lot less blinking;
You have to be called
to be a new creation
else you'll stay the same
at your previous old station.

Old age doesn't slow you down
it speeds things up -
you forget things, you laugh at
certain happenings without forethought;
you drool in your sleep
talk to yourself a lot more.
Your taste-buds has memory lapses.
You watch Family Feud and consider that
appropriate entertainment.
The highlight of your day begins
and ends
at the mailbox.
(who writes letters anymore?)
Older friends you know
appear in the obituaries now and then.
Famous people that you thought
were long dead are starring in
a new television series.
You've now outlived six dogs,
and four marriages.
Your hair is gray instead of
reddish-blond (all over).
You soak your dentures instead of
brushing your teeth.
Change the batteries in your hearing aids
on a fairly regular schedule.
Put your glasses on now to read.
Take several little naps during
the sunshine hours...and
thank God for another day of life.

A delightful walk at daybreak,
the air is fresh and cool;
clouds adorn the mountains,
and I am Nature's fool.

A hiker with a walker's stride,
I climb about with pleasure;
and gaze at distant visions,
whose lengths I cannot measure.

The breezes keep me well refreshed,
the quiet, grants me peace;
over old familiar trails,
whose beauty does not cease.

In grand September sunshine,
the month my soul was born;
I watch the dance of bowing grass,
on this fine autumn morn.

I tilt my head and drink the wind,
and I glance around the bend;
laughing with sweet regret,
that soon, the day must end.

Funny, I don't feel old...
but my age says I am;
this fact I seldom ponder,
as I cover my toast with jam.

Yeah, my skin's starting to wrinkle,
and I bruise quite easily;
and my hair is already gray,
as I sit, sipping my tea.

My mind feels young and eager,
my walking and hiking is strong;
yet the days seem shorter and shorter,
and the nights don't seem as long.

Age is just a number,
birthdays an endless fad;
but I realize in living,
my days are both good and bad.

Funny, I don't feel old,
though youth's a long ago fling;
the heart is always forgiving,
and the soul's a beautiful thing.

you think you know most everything,
but I know you don't know me;
you don't feel the heart within,
it's the one you cannot see.

you think you walk on water,
but what it is, is sand;
and you don't know anything,
you don't know me as a man.

you can only guess what I'm about,
I think that you'd be wrong;
you only know the words I speak,
but you don't know my song.

you don't know the way I feel,
when you pass without a word;
when your nose in the air,
you cannot see or hear.

you think you know most everything,
and I don't know where to start;
to offer you my outstretched hand,
and give to you my heart.

When the first light of day,
is but a glow on distant peaks;
I walk my friend, my canine,
discoveries of day we seek.

The crescent moon above is lovely,
Venus glows with its bright light;
high above and further out,
Jupiter's a startling sight.

The cold is nipping at my nose,
the wind is quiet at this time;
I pack away my thoughts with pleasure,
for the making of a rhyme.

Dawn comes up and throws its rays,
canceling the darkened skies;
I see the Dipper fade from sight,
imagine stars that weep and cry.

Angels sing for this sweet morning,
heaven's choir praise all creation;
jubilant for God's great Son,
who watches over every nation.

You don't know me,

please, don't pretend you do;

I was a nothing to you...

just someone to *****.

Now I'm just discarded,

thrown away, like trash;

something soon forgotten,

like an irritating rash.

Like a candy wrapper, crushed,

like some stuff just thrown aside;

why leave me sad and naked,

with no safe place to hide?

You were never faithful,

you were never kind;

you were always trouble,

it seems I've lost my mind.

Don't pretend you know me,

stow it with your other lies;

ignore the plaintive wailing,

laugh at the futile cries.

What's so special about your love?
I've had several in the waning past;
they all eroded over time,
do think that yours will last?

Are you not like all the others?
fading love that disappears?
holding back the flaming passion,
through long successive years

Giving pecks that one call kisses,
hugs that lose their quick embrace;
the fleeting smile that's fleeting faster,
from the look upon their face.

Things they used to do together,
they now do...separately;
the ball and chain is heavier,
than once it ever used to be.

Why should your love be so special?
what can remove my fearful doubt?
your cherry happiness's contagious,
and I can't wait...to find it out!

Once the golden bowl is broken,
once that time becomes our foe;
then who you are is lost,
from the person we did know.
When friends don't recognize you,
because you don't know them;
when you forget, who you are,
you've moved closer to the end.
Once the golden bowl has broken,
only troubles lie ahead;
only heartaches round the corner,
becoming days you dread.
Memory fades into the night,
and in your house, you're lost;
the mind is jumbled, rattled,
your dreams are all but tossed.
Then the golden bowl is broken,
no matter how you've tried;
because the soul's now in limbo,
because, its heart has died.

Without Your love dear Father,
I could not write these rhymes;
You've been there during troubles,
You've seen me through tough times.
I found You, rather, You found me,
towards the latter part of life,;
You're my refuge and my comforter,
through all my toils and strife.
When no one else stood by me,
You're strength was there to share;
You saw me through each obstacle,
when no one else did care.
You gave me courage, mercy too,
You forgave my greatest sin;
accepted me, the way I am,
looked past where I had been.
All you wanted, was my faith,
to love the Father and the Son;
to put You first, above all else,
and die for You when life is done.

On the open field,
the soldiers bleed;
war's the price they paid,
they came to liberate,
and here they bled and stayed.

Now white crosses mark
the field,
hundreds in a row;
now the dead are buried,
the symbols in the moonlight glow.

Now it's a haunting ground,
where ghost and goblins lurk;
where we are frightened half to death,
by what the soldiers did not shirk.

War is killing our fine youth,
in spots we never knew;
in spots we never heard of,
where pilots over ...flew.

Names we best not think of,
if were to stay at peace;
with sanity and helplessness,
with wars that do not cease.

The night is far along,
so where the hell are you?
was there something more
important,
you simply had to do?

Is your phone not working?
perhaps you couldn't find a
pen;
something else that mattered?
did you stop to see a friend?

Are there secrets now between us?
must you hide some things from me?
love doesn't harbor secrets,
it must be true and free.

I don't worry anymore love,
you can always find your way;
but the hour's late for loving,
way too late for play.


I will wait a little longer,
but after then, I'll seek my rest;
I'll leave the light on for you,
like I would for any guest.

Passing memories, like leaves
have floated down,  lay still;
on this last day of October
there is a morning chill;
has the year passed so suddenly?
my heart,  now emptied of its fill.
A love has come and gone and
yet,  remains;
the journey comes to rest,
from different trains,
and such memories,  unspent,
they too,  will wane.
Highs and lows,  the roller-coast of life,
gives and takes away,  it's pleasure;
buries deep,  within the mind,  its
secret treasure,
and erases any yardstick, by
which we measure.
To recall some things,  would
only bring us pain;
so we remember, but the good,
thereby,  we've our gain;
although the time and place
are never quite the same.
Like autumn's falling leaves,
we've lost our tethered hold;
the grip that we once had,
was crisp and bright and bold;
but now broken, the bonds of love
grow quiet, still and cold.
;

You were a ray of sunshine
that stayed with me a while
that brightened up the day
that caused my heart to smile.

But dark days follow sun
and soon the rain did fall
gone the cheerfulness
the aftermath of all.

Like flowers quickly fading
the bloom of love was done
it hid behind the rainbow
of the dying, fading sun.

For us there was no funeral
no cremation of a soul
once were together
now apart,  not whole.

I will keep the sunshine
you once did bring my way
with no regrets or qualms
of what we're like today.

When I heard your voice, I smiled,
you were telling me that you were mine;
my heart was comforted and warmed,
outside it rained, but also, sun did shine.

Sunshine in the rain, is rare and lovely,
both reflect the nature of one's life;
without rain, we've no flowers,
without sun, there's always strife.

Your my balance in this old world,
the gyroscope that rights my way;
the special one my heart is drawn to,
that highlights,  my ordinary day.

When I heard your voice, I smiled,
you were telling me you loved me so;
my soul was touched and satisfied,
because your love, it makes me whole.

When I heard your voice, I smiled,
you laughed and told me foolish things;
the crazy way that people fall in love,
the crazy glue that true love brings.

I will not forget you,
this I know, is true;
loving you forever,
no matter what I do.
I will not deny you,
if someone asks me why;
why I let you go,
and never said, goodbye.
I will say I loved you,
and love was always there;
although  the sky was falling,
on me and everywhere.
I will always love you,
your memory's that strong;
enchantment was your gift,
you bewitched me with its song.
I will always love you,
from a distance, far away;
until the curtains close,
until that final day.

Sometimes, it takes a lifetime,
to discover who you are;
sometimes, in life's journey,
it's like traveling to a star.
You think, you'll never get there,
but then, one day you find;
that distances don't matter,
when the goal is in your mind.
When the search is deep within you,
when the puzzle is, your heart;
the heart has no known compass,
so you don't where to start.
You're lost inside a circle,
that keeps coming back to you;
until you finally free yourself,
then, your life begins - anew.
And the end is now in sight,
and you're certain of the way;
it's the place within your soul,
where your certain, you will stay.

Where would I be without your love Lord?
seems it took forever, until I accepted You;
through the endless trials and tribulations,
You were with me. You saw me through.

Your the only one, I can truly call a friend,
You-the only one that's never let me down;
earthly friends, they come and then they go,
but I know that You, will always be around.

I will stay obedient to your truthful ways,
I will sing a praise, morning, noon and night;
without Your grace, the  darkness covers me,
I eagerly embrace Your Word and shining light.

Man has failed at life, and of trying to be great,
he has turned his back to God and all His ways;
alienated himself to God's commandments,
now, he's being punished all his earthly days.

Forgive them, for they know not what they do,
they are blinded by the evil prince of night;
they hear, but they don't truly understand,
against the pawns of Satan, we must always fight.