Oh as the grass does grow
And the river does flow
When I hear the wind blow

It is then that I know

How He has made me
More unique than the tallest tree
More precious than the daintiest of bee
More close than that of the morning breeze

It is then that I see

How it is all his fame
That by his vein
And in his name
And with my shame

It is then that I proclaim

How He has kept his promise
Being the one who is sinless
Loving me when I did not want his kiss
He found me in my remise

It is then to see this

Wonderful
Lovable
Merciful
Unshakable

The One who was and is
And is to come
Who was then
And then was done

He is the Son
Of the One who made all to come


You know his name
He is without blame

But yet he came
To take away all the shame
And give us his first and precious name.

He is Jesus

What would you say
if these were the last
words to pass between
the last moments to share
before everything changed
take these moments with care
for there are things
that we cannot know
precious moments pass quickly
into the memories
of either regrets
or cherished times,
so take the time
bite the tongue
embrace the heart
leave it on a note
that will play
sweetly for many
years to come
for you may not
know this will be…
the end

the sky.
the land.
the rocks.
the sand.
the waves.
the water.
the air.
the rain.




they do not know.
What they have.
and what they hold.

Of all the days and all the years,
All the laughs and all the tears,
All the love and all the fights,
All the mornings and sleepless nights,
Of all the life we've been through,
My most precious memories
Are every day I spend with you

there are questions I can't ask
for I speak a strange tongue
and walk in a land desolate

but they will be answered
as I walk, as they were behind me
in surprising places and unseen light

the burden's easy, the walk's a delight
gladly I bear the gift, precious and life itself

Another few seconds pass
before the minutes are flung into the chasm
the next skeleton that rattles
will bear the mark of the hour
and so greedy it is,
as the pair of hands reach for our lives
all consuming, but never full
the swinging tock sound of the pendulum
has now provided me
with a tic of my own
only now can I---
almost taste
the impudence of the clock
the eyes on its face
ever alert,
unblinking
its grin,
unyielding
widens,
more still---
until it seizes the day.

A bundle of decisions and and actions,
A synergy of cause and effect,
The push and pull from the benevolent,
A wild and precious life lived.

I'll wear your
    bones like jewelry
in my ears, like
                       precious

trophies, and
like pins in
my hair.

I love you so much that
                   I wish nothing more
than for
                   you to be
with me

always.