We have the hard hurt down Knocking us roughly around But we keep reaching higher Trusting God to lift us out, Because Jesus is stronger Than every personal storm, He has been fighting longer Than we have ever known. Our Lord, what he has begun, He will never desert He fights against our hurt, Tears may often fall But Christ hears every call He will be with us, exceeding Each need throughout eternity. Our struggles shall not be lost Jesus paid our debt upon His Cross He counted our lives Worth sacrifice at any cost, We can stand with Him When our lives are most grim; Our Savior will come again He will gather us all in He promised a home with Him. Come now, each who has trouble Jesus will gladly meet our needs When we place our trust in Him.
There is no secret No perfect way to handle All the things life gives – It is only now, living Through each moment, we are, have. Alarm bells clanging, Favorite songs playing, blare, Everything is there To keep us wanting, needing – Engaged in doing, being. We are the present Happening over, in time, Carrying talent Gifts to share fairly and kind Leaving no regrets behind. Love is our reason Even when we cannot rhyme In all the doing Filling each second of life – Understanding the plot line.
When a life departs A body, only remains, An assortment of Discarded things, relationships, Without breath or animation. Memory struggles, fades, As ensuing days Go on with whoever Contains the treasure, hard To guard, uneasily measured. A longing persists To catch a glimpse, hear a phrase, Sweet visage, clear voice Held dear, but lost from here. Never, never, until some Future, Divine Presence gives Overdue reconciliation Uniting those who, wander, Later in, with kith and kin. No need can find all, Disembarking space and time, Leaves suddenly adrift, behind; What had meaning, without beholder Begins to decay and molder. Oh Death, how unjust your taking Leaving Life to spoils shoulder.
1. Heroes are only These dreams we greatly esteem, But may never meet, No love we share between, yet, We hope their joy is replete. 2. Blowing up his phone – A need I cannot postpone, But no rainbows come; Talking to me is a chore He rather not, anymore. 3. I love you more now Than when first I invited You to share my heart Knowing over time how grace Has greatly forgiven me.