On Seeing an Old Friend I'd Missed

Hello, old friend. It’s good to know
That you are still around
I hadn’t seen you hanging out,
And I was feeling down.

You used to come around each night
and visit for a while
But lately you've been so aloof
and I have missed your smile.

It’s been so grey and rainy here,
Our Autumn came too soon,
But now I see you're still around,
My sweet September moon.

Written While Still in Bed on Saturday

The pillow’s soft, the sheets are warm
And I’m all snuggled in.
The fan is blowing softly on
My face, my hair, my skin.
The day ahead is full of chores,
so much I must begin,
but I don’t have to start just yet;
I think I’ll just sleep in!!

God's Favor

God’s favor is coming to me
I feel it every day
God’s favor is coming to me
I know it’s on its way
God’s favor is coming to me
He’s promised something great
God’s favor is coming to me
And I can hardly wait
God’s favor is coming to me,
It lifts my heart today
God’s favor is coming to me
I feel it when I pray
God’s favor is already here
At last, I understand
God’s favor was always here
He holds me in His hand

To a Friend on Finding Love

Love led me through a darkened world,
Love held me when I cried.
Love lifted me from deep despair
And led me to your side.

Love walks with me, the crooked road,
Love teaches me to pray.
Love shields me from my worst impulse,
And I’m not led astray.

Love stands before me in the light,
Love brings me songs of praise.
Love holds me with the arms of hope,
While faith fulfills my days.

For these three always shall endure;
My faith, my hope, my love.
And Love, the greatest of all these,
Comes first from God above.

A Rainy Sunday Afternoon

There’s something in a rainy day
That was made to be spent in bed,
Snuggled under the downy fluff
Of a cozy, old flannel spread.
The soft rain splashing my window
The soft pillow under my head.
The rain sings a gentle lullaby
And into sweet dreams I am led

Yes, there’s something in a rainy day
That was made to be spent in bed
So why do I sit here typing a rhyme
When I could be dreaming instead?

The Patient Heart

The morning is not far away,
The chaos and the strife,
but for now my quiet thoughts
are of a different life.

I know that somewhere in the night
Another heart beats true
And someday, when the time is right,
I know that I’ll find you.

But that time is not here or now
And I am in no rush
So I will wrap my patient heart
In night-time’s soothing hush.

On Divorce

The gentle shadows touch my hand.
I hear the damp wood softly sigh.
The flames call back forgotten dreams,
but I have no more tears to cry.

The firelight plays chasing games
with old mem'ries that fill my mind.
The smoke that drifts off in the night
carries the hopes I've left behind.

The cherished past must quiet bide.
The busy present has no time
to mourn the hopes that we have killed.
To linger there would be a crime.

It's better to let loose the past
than cling to what no more can be.
And loneliness is easier
than living a dead memory.

So I will gaze into the fire
while, one last time, my dreams return.
I'll watch them sparkle in the blaze
and then I'll watch them slowly burn.