Blood and Praise

I know that I’m a broken soul

I know I can’t be healed

I know that when I face my Lord

All sins will be revealed

The fear and shame cause me to weep

And then I see your face

You look at me through blood and thorns

And I recall my place

Is at your feet and in your light

Relying on your grace

In service to enduring love

And wrapped in your embrace

The pain you suffered in my name

Will never wash away

And yet that blood can heal my soul

And make me whole one day.

Sunlight Through the Clouds

Sunlight, filtered through clouds, is still bright enough to light up its reflection in the dark, cold water. Thus, even when our lives are filled with clouds of dispair and pain, the light of His love can shine on us brightly enough to reflect His face back on the surface of our hearts. It's up to us to decide if we are going to look for the reflection or the clouds.

Lifting Up My voice

Lifting up my voice in praise

I sing a joyful song

For you will not abandon me

Although the way is long

And when I’m weak and faltering

You’re arm is close and strong

So I lift up my voice in praise

And sing a joyful song

Waiting for Joy to Return

Peace does not come easily

But it will come in time

And I will learn to laugh again

And not think it’s a crime

I know in my head it was time

But my heart cries in pain

I can’t accept that you are gone

I want you back again

I see you in that favorite chair

Or watching the TV

I know that you aren’t really there

But you seem real to me

The tear drops seem to bubble up

And I can’t stem the stream

I wake up praying each new dawn

That it was all a dream

But you’re still gone and I still weep

And life still carries on

But someday happiness will stir

And my tears will be gone

Vignettes on Sorrow

Bill Thomas Thompson
Born August 11, 1928
Died March 3, 2010
Everything in between was packed full of life and joy and courage and honor. Loved, Lost and Living on in so many hearts.

I love you, Popsi. I miss you so much already! Sleep well sweet warrior. We'll hold you again in the light of the Throne.

I woke up this morning to find it’s still true
The world has stopped turning for an hour or two
The water’s still dark & the sky’s the same hue
But there’s no where to go where I can find you.



Lots of little notes and prayers
From friends with love to share
I know they’ll mean so much someday…
Today I just don’t care!



I didn’t say you had to stay,
I thought that you just knew,
And now you’re gone and I’m alone.
I don’t know what to do.

I had not time to get it done,
All that I had to do.
I should have left it all undone
And just come visit you

“He’s doing fine”, is what they said.
“He’s really pulling through.”
So I went on and did my work
And I missed seeing you

“Tomorrow I’ll be up at dawn,
With fewer things to do,
So I’ll go then and spend some time.”
But that plan just fell through.

I’ll never get to stop again
To sit and visit you
Cause you reached out and took God’s hand
And now He’s holding you.

And I’m left with an empty heart
And nothing I can do
Because I chose to work instead
Of being there with you.

I said it every time I left,
And you knew it was true,
But still I wish I'd said once more,
"Sweet Popsi, I love you."

Dreams

And when she slept she often dreamed

Of places she had seen,

Of water falls and winter woods,

Of oceans cold and green;

Then she would bind them in her heart

In colors crisp and clean

And pull them out when she was sad

To relive each bright scene.

Sorrow and Praise

I lift my voice to sing a praise,
But still a praise won’t come
The world is lost in sorrow now
Bitter, bleak and glum
I know there’re praises to be sung
And that I should find some
But right now I can’t find the words
My mind is cold and numb.

But praises find their own way out
And sorrow too will die
So I will lift my voice and sing
Then bow my head and cry.