For the first cool
that Autumn brings,
and the golden angel wings
bearing the winter gift we find
a message born to all mankind,
for peace on earth and all to share,
then with spring's thaw God's hand is near
to paint the fields and flowers true
as summer naps with me and you.
For all God's seasons, all year round
where the purest beauty can be found.

As the flower fades
into the winter of it's years,
so I watch your wrinkled skin
through intermittent tears.
While mine a story
of sadness be told,
for you a journey
yet to unfold.
as my sorrow
gives way to grief,
my heart cannot deny
my healing belief,
that winter melts
into the spring
and all the
flowers will bloom again,
but while the tears
and petals fall
especially then
I will recall
that once more
the sun will shine
and new life
your soul will find.
Heaven's garden
blooms year round
and to this earth
we are not bound.

Think not ill of others,
every time you do
those thoughts with no good purpose
will spin their fate on you.

The angels sing
through
soft
whispers of heaven's gaze,
as Mary grants
us tender comfort
for our days,
ever mindful
of the greatest
gift love brings,
our Savior, the King of Kings.

The hope we carry
day to day
needs the light
to find it's way,

the peace we harvest
row by row
needs the light
to help it grow,

the patience protected
though the storm
needs the light
to keep it warm,

the faith we have
from God above
needs the light
to yield His love,

the love we share
and pass along
needs the light
to carry on,

for God is light
will always be
now and through
eternity,

as the day
redeems the night
there is no mystery
in light.

The words my Savior
gave to me
are all so pure
and perfectly
intertwined effortlessly
as the lock
accepts the key,
exactly,
destiny,
words that were
meant to be.

The glory of the satin skies
always soothes my weary eyes,
and blankets my heart
with heavenly grace,
while smiling shyly
as a blushing face.

Tha glory of the satin skies
always greets me
when I rise,
and guides with beauty
everyday
until the dusk leads it away.

The glory of the satin skies
created by God I surmise,
a king's courtyard
above the ground,
where hints of paradise
are found.