In little obscure Bethlehem
Two thousand years ago
God’s precious Son descended there
His Father’s love to show.

He lived amongst humanity
For thirty-three-long years,
Intensely laboring for peace
With blood, and sweat and tears.

He took the time to talk and laugh
And mingle among men.
For He had lots of enemies,
‘Tho He made many friends.

He surely was the one true Light
Here in this dark, dark world
Where gloomy darkness, pain and grief
In all despair unfurled.

While that true candle burns yet still
The world remains in night.
‘Twill burn until He comes again
In the fullness of His Light.

There are days
When I need a song
That’s powerful enough
To take my mind off myself
And my problems.

Not a lot
Of drama
But a strong message
With powerful delivery.
Oh, for such a song.

Flowers smile
And birds sing
Sunbeams dance around

Windows reflect
Warmth caresses,
As sunrays astound.

Skies are blue
Clouds are fair
And beauties abound.

The face of
A sun-clad morn
In which joy is found.

The hand of kindness,
A smile of gold.
Some tender thought.
A tale untold.

A caring touch
On every hand.
Love, so lovely,
For every man.

Lofty, noble,
Unassuming.
Ever faithful
Ever blooming.

Long nights into nowhere.
The small hours stretch painfully.
Stretching and stretching,
As quiet reflections surface—
Demanding attention
And commanding the mind.
On and on it goes
Till, finally, dawn’s appearing.
Awake my soul and sing.

Conflicts.
Physical, financial,
Emotional and social.
Life’s battles are many—
Every day, all day.

Image on the wall
Casts its shadow ‘pon the floor
Playing with the mind.