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Midi Calvary's Love

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Can I?

Can I fly I said, can I fly? I should hurry and try For today is a good day to spread my wings And this I should do before I die Can I sing I said, can I sing? Should try this new thing For today is a good day I should try To open my voice to Him and sing Can I stand I said, can I stand? I should now rise and stand Today is a good day for me to rise And say for Him I'll stand Can I shout I said, can I shout? I should do this and dance about Today is a good day for me to enjoy And for this joy I will shout Can I pray I said, can I pray? I should now kneel today Today is a good day and no better time And for my nation today I will pray

Candle Burning in the Wind

A story of love that I must tell If there is only one to hear Then I would speak into the wind Of this love, this love so dear I would talk of hope and life Of strength in time of need Carry, carry when I can’t stand My heart to give indeed Of warmth in cold, sunshine in rain I’ll whisper and call your name This love, this love I have for you For other not the same Quietly or shall I scream This love, this love I’ll tell And bind it safely to my heart Until I know all is well I will sing of this love, this love To say you are my friend For as a flame never go out You are my candle burning in the wind

Caretaker

I began to question God and what I felt to be his choices. God’s will? How? Why? Two and a half years was a short time; I guess; but this was almost like my own child. Everyday, the feeding, the bathing, the dressing, it never felt like an obligation, because I loved doing it. I loved helping this man and trying to make his life easier and better. Now that was taken away, gone. What had become part of my life, had now slipped away into eternity. I guess it was like a light being turned on, when I realized that the reason I was able to do this with love was because of what I felt in my heart, and that was given by God. Yes, all the patience I needed, when I needed it came from God. It was not for me to remember that he was gone, but the peace in knowing that I had done it for love, for Him, for God: and that could never be taken away. God was right all along, it was time for him to go to his resting place and me to rest and prepare myself for my next labor of love. No matter how long or short, it felt good doing it for Him and not me. You know…….He is a good and a wise God.

Carried Words

Oh carried words who brought you here That I should hear again Was what I did so long ago But its different now than then I found one to pardon me And take my sin away So what has brought you back to me And recall to me today Oh vicious lie now been told To the Forgetting Sea you go Along with sins from day before From true life that I do know Came from one who intended not For me to be set free To accuse me before God’s Throne Yet I know Christ died for me Memories come from days afore Brought by the father of a lie Yet washed just as white as snow By Blood from The Cross Jesus died

Ceiling Fan

Sitting in grandpa’s bedroom, thinking quietly how different things would be now, the softly turning blades of the ceiling fan caught my attention and gently nudged my memory to a time watching as grandpa lifted my son up to the fan, holding his hand lightly and helping him pull the chain to turn the light on and off. It seemed to be an enlightening adventure for a small child. Mother had told me he did it with them and all of his grandchildren. The words, “turn it on and let your little light shine” always accompanied pulling the chain. Over the years grandpa had told us many times about loving people and the love of God. Many memories of grandpa’s love rolled through my mind. A smile came across my face as I rose to pull the chain and turn the light out. Something told me the light grandpa turned on in our lives would never go out.

Character of Myself

Not yet a story but soon to be Of a man once cast without Standing alone it seemed was true A life no one knew about Taken away by darkness’ will Hidden from sight in a heart Struggling from its grip to set free And hopelessness soon to depart Maybe was told in a different way But knowing would soon come to pass Words spoken by one so wise To see the future like glass And clearly given upon a Cross By One who loved ‘til the end And delivered Hope freely to all His Spirit a desperate heart mend So now is safe to say it is told For I was lost in my sin But then to confess He gave to bless By faith in Him born again

Choosing the Right Word
	Oh so many to choose from How can I decide? I know I'll look carefully If my time I bide Not just a single one Would lend to everything But special just for you And melody to bring Joy, joy I think I found The one that I should choose I'll grab it quickly in my mouth Before this word I lose I’ll say it now out loud So in this word you'll hear What you truly mean to me You are a friend so dear

Christmastime Here

A yule tide wish, a bagpipes tune The sound for this time of year The rowan tree we’re burning before For pain from those we hold dear Oh cook us a pot of sowans to eat Build a fire to burn in the night Not just for warming ourselves But to keep the elves out of sight We’ll buy our gifts to finish our day And make the story complete To say father christmas brought these things A man our children can’t meet Yes the truth to remember this day A fire that truly burns bright To remove all fear in our life In love to show true light For God gave the real gift to man His gift for sins we have done And so now this day set aside To remember the birth of His Son

Clearly Through the Tear

Hold me close I heard her say Until my pain is gone Yet for all the days she's known To find herself alone As one they stood the storms of life Changing the world from day to day With the rising of the sun I love you each would say Thought to thought, heart to heart Knitted perfectly in God's Love One would fall the other stand Completed in Him above Herself toward life's ending days To join him once again As the time hand in hand God gave them love once again A miracle a heart did mend I saw clearly through the tear Hope and peace again restored As his arms drew her ever near

Closer Home

Are we there yet I heard them say As I had said before When days of young were still around And we didn't know what for But days of life have slowly brought A wisdom to my heart Given to me by God above For each new day to start Sometimes I long for younger days When life was full and free When dreams would take me where I chose I was what I wanted to be As life itself is gaining ground This path I chose shall remain Though the sun sets many times Yet it shall return again But what I've learned of Him Who died upon a tree Each day the sun begins to rise Is closer Home for me

Come Near

Born it seems before the right time Yet touched as others by God’s Hand If it all was to be explained Only upon His Grace I stand Found the same by all who seek To be wrapped in His Marvelous Love Taken through this life of trials To a Home prepared above It is these times of hopeless despair And His Loving Word I can hear Placing His Arms around me tight And whispers, “My child come near” Amazing Grace how sweet the sound It’s words held to my heart dear Inside of these songs of His Love I hear whispers, “My child come near” And when approaching the valley of death I’ll walk calmly without a fear For in my Father’s Arms I’m held As He whispers, “My child come near”

Comfort Reading His Word

Oh yes, oh yes I’m glad I stopped in To read this book of our Lord And open its doors of heavenly peace There’s comfort reading His Word Was years ago I remember I read It called to me get on board This ship of life sailing away There’s comfort reading His Word Travels and stories adventures in life And in here you’ll never get bored For all the truths of His holy power There’s comfort reading His Word No matter where you venture in life No sweeter can ever be heard Grace, love and hope unfold There’s comfort reading His Word

Corner of the Letter H

I walked into my yard one day And saw a shallow grave As I drew nearer I could see A corner of the letter H I said I'll get a shovel And find what is beneath For this is a shallow grave And easily within my reach I slowly began to dig More of the letter I could see And as other letters appeared I said what could this be And then when I uncovered It was clearly spelled to me Those four beautiful letters That spell..H..O..P..E I'm glad I looked again that day And saw that shallow grave I recovered all my hope when I saw The corner of the letter H.

Counting to 100

How did I get my life this way? I’ve strayed so far from home And now I’m trapped in the lion’s mouth And it seems all hope is gone Why did I leave the fold to stray? In places strange to me Hid in this dark vale of death My home I’ll never see I can hear the Shepherd count One, two, three, four, and five When He reaches ninety and nine Will He know I’m still alive? But would He leave those who are now safe ‘Neath the shadow of an Old Rugged Tree Ones who never had strayed And search until He found me And now as I wait for this death to come And surrender to it, Oh! but then I saw the Hand of the Shepherd reach down Say 100; you’re safe again

Crossing Paths

I did not know until then When a time our eyes met I drew closer so I could be sure Yes as close as I could get It was a thing said, not spoken Though words were understood As a mirror looking in a mirror What I saw I knew was good For in our eyes I saw your heart And with mine shared the same The love of tender mercies A love we called by name I named it you, you named it me And our hearts could not conceal This feeling of love our heart embrace When crossing paths was real

Crossroads Taken Wrong

As I found my way back I saw the places I had passed. The things I had done and the many things that had happened. I knew returning to that place was the right thing to do. At first I was a little unsure of where it was, but as I continue toward it my memory took me there ahead of time. I know we should forget those things that are past and continue on in life, but this I felt I needed to do. And now as I come upon this place I saw the sin still lying there at that crossroads of my life that had led me down the wrong path. I said, “This am I sorry for” as I turned and headed in the right direction. I thought how glad I was the Holy Spirit had led me to the sin that took me down the wrong path. I said, “I thank God for His Holy Spirit” as I once again began my journey toward Home.