Once upon a time, on a road so long,
I set out a journey, singing my song.
With snacks in the seat and a map in my hand,
I felt like a king, ruler of this land.

The GPS lady, with her calm, soothing voice,
Said, “Turn left ahead,” as if I had a choice.
But I missed the turn, and she sighed with a tone,
“Recalculating route,” in a voice like a drone.

The miles stretched on, the road never ends
With no end in sight, just around the next bend.
I passed by cows, and fields of green,
And wondered if I’d ever be seen.

The fuel gauge dipped, the light turned red,
I needed a station, or I’d be dead.
I found a place, with a quirky name,
“Last Chance refuel,” it was part of the game.

The restroom key was a sight to behold,
Attached to a hubcap, rusty and old.
I did my business, and I grabbed a snack,
I hit the road, never looking back.

The radio played the same old song,
About a truck and a dog, it went on too long.
I switched to a station with talk and news,
But the host’s voice gave me the Exocet blues.

The sun beat down, the AC broke,
I rolled down the window, and started to choke.
On dust and bugs, and the smell of hay,
I longed for a shower, at the end of the day.

A detour sign appeared out of the blue,
“Road closed ahead,” what was I to do?
I followed the signs, through towns so small,
With names like “Puddle” and “Waterfall.”

I stopped for lunch at a pub so quaint,
With pies so sweet, they would make you faint.
The waitress smiled, with a knowing glance,
“Long journey, huh? Just take a chance.”

I ordered a burger, with fries on the side,
And a milkshake thick, for completing the ride.
Back on the road, with a full belly,
I felt like a hero, in my own telly.

The hours passed, the sun sank so low,
The stars came out, with a gentle glow.
I sang to myself, to stay awake,
And dreamed of the bed, I’d soon partake.

Finally, I saw the sign, “Welcome to Town,”
I cheered aloud, no longer a clown.
I parked the car, with a sigh of relief,
And thanked my God, for the journey so brief.

So if you ever find yourself on a drive,
Remember this tale, and you will survive.
With snacks and tunes, and a sense of fun,
A long journey’s end, is a victory won.

In the hush of dawn, the world is still,
A canvas blank, awaiting will to paint.
Soft whispers of the morning breeze do pass,
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees they dance.
The sky blushes with a gentle hue,
As night departs, and day breaks through anew.
A moment pure, serene, and bright it stands,
Where shadows yield to dawning light’s embrace.
Thoughts gather like the morning mist, they form,
In quietude, they coexist in peace.
Dreams and hopes, both old and new, arise,
In daybreak’s glow, they come to view and shine.
With every breath, a fresh resolve is found,
As morning’s light begins to spread its wings.
In this tranquil, sacred space, I find,
My strength, my inner grace, my heart’s true calm.

I’m stumbling along in life and boom,
A twist of fate, a sudden gloom.
Yet in the chaos, I find my way,
Through night and storm, to light of day.
I seem to recover, and a twist of pain
Gets in again, like a sudden rain.
But through each trial, I rise once more,
Stronger than I was before.
For every fall, a chance to stand,
With firmer grip and steadier hand.
In life’s great dance, I find my beat,
With every stumble, I land on my feet.
Without my God, I suffer and fall,
But with His grace, I stand tall.
In faith, I find my strength anew,
Guided by His light, I make it through.
Yet as I journey, a truth unfolds,
A hidden strength within me holds.
Not just divine, but deep inside,
A well of courage, my own guide.
For in my heart, a fire burns bright,
A spirit fierce, ready to fight.
With God beside and strength within,
I face the world, and I begin again.
In every trial, a lesson learned,
In every loss, a purpose earned.
Adversity, a teacher wise,
Reveals the strength within our eyes.
Through pain, I find my true intent,
A path of growth, a life well spent.
For in the struggle, I discover,
The deeper meaning to uncover.

To be honest with you,
The sky today feels heavy,
Clouds hanging low, whispering secrets,
The air thick with unspoken words.
In the peaceful morning,
Birds sing their usual songs,
Yet something feels different,
A pause in the rhythm of life.
Walking through the streets,
Faces pass by, each with a story,
Eyes meeting briefly, then moving on,
A silent acknowledgment of shared existence.
Moments blend into one another,
Time flowing like a gentle stream,
Carrying us forward, always forward,
Into the unknown of tomorrow.
To be honest with you,
There is beauty in this uncertainty,
A delicate balance of hope and fear,
A dance we all partake in, together.

It's a hard rain that's gonna fall,
On the graves where the shadowed ravens call.
Where once were the echoes of laughter's light,
Now lies the silence of perpetual night.

It's a hard rain that's gonna blur,
The lines between what was and what were.
The joy, the warmth, all drowned in sorrow,
Lost in the storm, with no tomorrow.

It's a hard rain that's gonna pound,
On the ruins, where hope is no longer found.
Where love once blossomed, now decay takes hold,
In the relentless rain, so bitter and cold.

It's a hard rain that's gonna sweep,
Through the soul, too fractured to weep.
The anguish, the void, an endless despair,
In the downpour's wrath, nothing is fair.

It's a hard rain, unforgiving and stark,
A symphony for the broken, a hymn for the dark.
Yet even as the tempest claims its toll,
We brace against the rain, the dark, the cold.

For it's a hard rain, a merciless test,
But even in darkness, the heart seeks rest.
With each drop, let the pain depart,
And in the depths, find the art of a new start.

In the face of storms, I’ll stand tall,
A tree that bends but does not fall.
With roots deep in the earth below,
I’ll weather winds and let love grow.

For every trial, a lesson learned,
In every heartache, strength is earned.
Resilience is my guiding star,
Leading me to love, no matter how far.

In quiet moments, I reflect,
On paths I’ve walked, the ones I’ve left.
Each scar a story, each tear a guide,
To the love that’s waiting on the other side.

I search within, where shadows play,
And find the light that leads the way.
For love begins with self-embrace,
A journey inward, a sacred space.

With faith in God, I’ll find my way,
Through darkest nights and brightest day.
His love a beacon, pure and true,
Guiding me to love anew.

In the beginning, You spoke the word,
Mountains rose and oceans stirred.
The Earth was born, a work divine,
A sacred space in all time.

Hallelujah to the Maker of the skies,
For the Earth's beauty before our eyes.
From the rolling hills to the deep sea's roar,
Every creature sing, "O Lord, You’re adored."

You painted the fields with flowers bright,
Gave the stars to adorn the night.
The sun to warm, the rain to nourish,
In Your love, all life does flourish.

Hallelujah to the Artist so wise,
For the Earth's splendour, a holy prize.
In every sunrise, in every bird's flight,
We see Your hand, and it shines so bright.

Every leaf, every grain of sand,
Is a testament to Your master plan.
We stand in awe, we kneel in prayer,
For the world You made, none can compare.

So, we sing this song with hearts so full,
For the Earth, Your canvas, so beautiful.
We celebrate Your mighty deeds,
For You, O God, meet all our needs.