Woven throughout the passage of time
a life image of every soul
each setting out on its journey
and striving to reach the goal.

Often falling along the way
each choice a test of fate
and wrong decisions that will be made
results we don’t anticipate.

A bitter word here, a kind word there
differences that we settle
choices for peace or violence
oft put us on our mettle.

Encounters on the way we make
can cause us so much ill
but choices that we make for good
will linger with us still.

And so we make our journey
each move is new and fresh
the aim to be true to one’s self
from that day we leave the crèche.

Perhaps we choose a mate ere long
to help and guide us through
the best ones are the ones we love
they help to keep us true.

We have our faith, a private thing
it helps us as we travel
and when we stumble and we fall
we sometimes will unravel.

It’s then we test in our belief
and sometimes we’re found wanting
but guidance from within the faith
can make our tasks less daunting.

And so we pick our way again
our faith perhaps restored
and certainty that lives well spent
are blessed and never bored.

If we work hard and we believe
and keeping faith try not to stray
a time will come at journey’s end
when we will see the better day.

©Joe Wilson – Keeping faith 2014

I woke up this morning
I felt like singing

With love and faith
No sorrow, no hate

No pressure, no tear
No stress, no fear

No Why or How
To Him I bow

I must confess
I am so blessed!

I feel it burning inside my chest
This joy to let me know
I'm alive and I'm blessed.
I have done wrong
I must confess
and
I am not perfect
but
I am blessed.
He loves unconditionally
and
always forgiving.
That let's me know
My God is the best

-V.v.V. Ds

Even if we fall down a hundred of times
We will still stand up for the rest of the days
Cause I believe
That you and me have strong enough
To face this challenges we may encounter
Good or bad things happened
We must put ourselves to him and only to him
Surrenders our faith, trust and give our life
To the center of our Lord, Jesus Christ
Who was born and love us
Who was born to reach us hand
Wherever or whenever we might feel terrible or disaster
He will come to rescue us
He will save us
He who believes us.
He who sacrifices himself for our people
Cause everything in this world are only meant for us and him.
<3

That fragile cry
Those tiny hands
Such a small body, such big pain.
That tiny heart that pumps much too hard,
That tiny heart was pierced much too young.

So close to death,
So close to life,
So in between,
It isn’t right.

Will they hear the pitter-patter
        of little feet running?
Will they hear the softest of cries
        so early in the morning?
Will she grow and become strong?
Will she go, and leave us so young?

Too young to fight,
Too young to give up,
Too young to die,
Too young to live.

Little Abigail, close your eyes
        you will not have to fight.
Mommy has you in her hands
       everything will be alright.
Grow big and strong in the Lord
       for you are meant for so much more.

Little Abigail, close your eyes, and sleep.
From you I want to hear not a peep.
Rest now and later we shall see.
The running, the growing, of your little feet.

Abigail Madison Elise Nevitt,
              AMEN is cried out for you.
AMEN, the name given to you.
Borne on Good Friday,
               she came home on Easter.
God bless that little heart,
              she was blessed from the very start.