Soften your heart, child.
Be free with forgiveness,
For on the other side of anger,
Is the hollow mourning for lost time.
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A Junction in Time
The present won’t move forward,
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So you reminisce the past.
There’s nothing to work toward,
You wonder if things would last.
As nostalgia clouds the mind,
The good dreams taste bitter sweet.
You wonder if you left behind,
The better days, in hurried fleet.
When childhood faces come to mind,
You wonder if you’ll ever see,
The people who were once so kind,
At the times you were in need.
These faces you saw yesterday,
Who you’ll see tomorrow, but never again…
The faces who have led your way,
Who were by your side without a gain.
This is life, my child listen!
You’ll only see when time had run,
When the evening sun comes down in glisten,
You’ll see at last, that life was fun.
Fun- had you been there to hear the laughter,
Of your peers with whom you grew,
But you had wanted to grow faster,
Now food for worms, you have to go!
He Who Guides
The voice of God guides me
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To start this life afresh,
To forget the unforgettable–
A voice not to second guess,
The voice that I have trusted
At dawn of day that’s life,
A day that I shall walk through
Till God’s word calms the strife.
The trifles of this world
Shall strain not my soul,
For I know of God’s word,
The word of life that’s whole
For all those that are broken,
Contentment God shall grant,
For the cross of Jesus opened
The gates of Heaven’s land.
The Voice that welcomes back
A banished child of Eve.
The water that will cleanse
A sinning soul that grieves.
A helper God shall send,
Who shall guide me through.
A light at tunnel’s end,
That shines in radiant hues.
The sadness may persist,
And through it all I stand,
For I know of God’s gift,
He knows and understands.
The fruit of Eden seeks
The hopeless and alone.
Temptation hunts the weak,
But God will guide them home.
Our worldly needs may ask
To leave the just and right.
My soul shan’t leave its task,
To praise God from hill’s height.
When Heaven’s gate is opened,
The choir of angels sing.
A hymn of praise and worship,
Songs of eternity ring.
Immanuel
The leaves turn to tell the age,
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From a tender bud,
To a parchment page.
The green blue waters turn frozen grey,
It cries out
To you in pain.
The winds were blowing, it howled your name.
Its prayers were surely,
Not in vain.
The night devours the light of day,
But from the heavens,
Shine forth your rays.