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Lead me and hold me
Take me and show me
The way you have me go
Where you are waiting
Where there is beauty
There I will find you
Leading me on in gentleness
Trusting, believing in everything
That you can do and all
You have done
Take me, Lord, show me
Splendors and wonders
Hard to concieve
All in your wonderful
Your precious name
Ruling with mercy
And always the same
Leading me to you, Jesus
Where your righteousness
Dwells in love and goodness
For all eternity waiting in heaven
Like a great shepherd
His sheep to find rest
I'm here to follow and to obey
Going in faith to where you're leading
Standing before you for eternity
Praising you, Jesus is everything
Lead me, lead in righteousness
Revealing  your love and your majesty

                               BY:  Leona Chaput
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Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him—
The Grave is strict—
Tickets admit
Just two—the Bearer—
And the Borne—
And seat—just One—
The Living—tell—
The Dying—but a Syllable—
The Coy Dead—None—
No Chatter—here—no tea—
So Babbler, and Bohea—stay there—
But Gravity—and Expectation—and Fear—
A tremor just, that All’s not sure.
  Jan 2016 JEM jAZzY WATERS
katie
The willow hangs,
drapes the ground,
dances to a tune
unheard in the hum
of cars and lorries,
in the commotion of
people passing in a
hurry, barely noticing
anything more than the
phones tapped with
fingers & thumbs.
But I notice,
I see it all,
the dance on display,
the symbol of sanity
I need today.
JEM jAZzY WATERS Jan 2016
The mind is the ocean, full of wonders and life,

your thoughts are the fish, that swim to your soul.

Your soul is a painting, filled with passion and grace,

your heart is the artist, so original and free.

Emotions are a paintbrush, the artist holds,

to give unto the world a picture of gold.

Your face is an art gallery, whose walls are alligned with beauty,

as rich as the art they hold, the walls are your body.

Your hands are a gift, please bless the world

for the words you speak, are a pinch of salt,

ask yourself "will it dissolve".
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