Thanksgiving

So much I have dearest Lord,
To thank You for each day.
So many blessings You have given
To me along life's way.
My family is healthy Lord,
My loved ones all are well.
You gave Your life to take us Home
And snatch our souls from Hell.
We have food on our table
And shelter from the storm.
We have everything we need Lord,
And Your Lord to keep us warm.
I thank You dearest Father,
For every wondrous thing.
When we bow our heads this Thursday
My thankful heart will sing;
Thank You dearest Savior.
I love You more than I can say.
God bless each friend and loved one
Now and this Thanksgiving day.

Cold As Ice

Have we grown so cold,
To callous to even feel,
Pain and human warmth?
Lord, this seems unreal.
Why are our hearts iced over?
Why does our blood run cold?
Why has the milk of kindness,
Been tossed out as if it is old?
Lord melt our frozen hearts.
Light Your fire within our core.
Lord give us Your loving Heart,
So that we can care once more.

Pegan Elizabeth

In two days I will remember
They day that you were born.
You went from my womb to Heaven.
Leaving me to morn.
Twenty years ago you came,
And simply could not stay.
So I gave you back to God,
On that painful October day.
I will never forget you.
My pearl of lovely worth.
You were born straight into Heaven,
On the day of your birth.
Pray for us dearest Pegan.
My angel waiting for me.
I know that you are waiting,
And one day you I will see.
Happy birthday baby,
My Pegan Elizabeth so dear.
Keep us all in your prayers,
As we struggle through down here.

Jesus Hears

Christ has seen you suffering. Heard your anguished cries. Feels your every pain. Has been your companion in disguise. Never doubt He knows. Never are you alone. He is with you always. Until you journey home. Never fear your trials. Never despair in life. God is waiting for you. He walks with us in strife. He has seen you suffering. Hope and know help does await. Rest in the simple knowledge. We are living at Heaven's Gate.

Altar of Me

A mother's love is precious
Nothing of earth can compare.
To that precious unselfish love
Like a tender sweet gentle prayer.
A mother puts her child
Before her own desires and needs.
That child is her world.
As she tends, shelters, and feeds.
But sadly today many choose wrongly.
They call murder a choice.
They toss motherhood away like garbage
They refuse to hear their babes voice.
So sad the choice they make
They are stealing from their heart.
God forgive their foolish souls
They have torn their world apart.
God touch them please I beg You.
Open their eyes to see,
They are sacrificing babies,
On the altar of "Me."

Child Not Choice

You were a child
Not a choice,
Too small to count
Too soft a voice.
She would not listen
Did not know
The loss she chose
When she said no.
Forgive her please
Forgive us all.
Poor little child
So very small.
This is a child
Not a choice to make.
Lord forgive us all
For each life we take.

Autumn

Autumn comes to visit
Soft as a whisper on the wind.
Quiet as a church mouse
Sits gently as a friend.
She brushes our foreheads gently
Like a mother does her child
Sweet scents accompany her
She comes so meek and mild.
Do not doubt her strength
Make no mistakes at all.
No one is as changeable
As she we call the fall.
But the beauty of the leaves
Pumpkins ripening in the field
Fill our souls with wonder
Like the scarecrows that we build.
Autumn is a changeling.
Don't think you have seen her all.
No season is so fickle
As the season we call fall.
One day she is gentle
Sweet breezes fill the air,
The next a thunderstorm
Catches us unaware.
Today you may be sweating
Tomorrow may see ice.
Autumn is so silly
She doesn't play quite nice.
But still we welcome autumn
Like an old friend that we know.
So welcome leaves of amber
And winds that hint of snow.