People I Love

There are people I will love forever.

There are people that I will never like

But these people I still love.

There are people I will never see again

But loving them is a constant companion.

There are people I love that do not know

Because they didn’t realize their impact

And how their words or deeds uplifted me.

There are people I love that don’t love Jesus

And reject Him as their Savior

And that breaks my heart for them

For my love wants them forever in heaven.

There are people I love I consider every day

And I just pray for them because that is all I can do

I will never see or speak to them again.

There are people who love me, but not many.

Although I love deeply, I don’t present it.

I keep it inside, not for fear or any bad thing

But to keep from being overwhelmed by it all.

There are many people that I love, some deeply.

And I continue to pray. I will always pray.❤

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Focus Above

When battered, bruised the fighting threatens

And long and hard the darkness deepens

And feeling far from all that’s right

And uncertain if to flee or fight

I find one thing to count upon

One happy truth found in this world

Whenever I humble my soul and pray out

Jesus is here and all problems lose face

For all them are nothing due to He grace.

So humbly I pray and God gives an umbrella

A protection from evil, from every dilemma

And He comes in with peace, joy and love

And all is serene with my focus above.❤

Hope

“Hope.

We don’t hear much about it in this world.

But it’s there. Praise God it’s there.

Love.

We can’t live without it.

But it’s there, praise God it’s there.

In this dark world, there is a Light

Shining out of darkness, so bright.

All we must do to gain that light

Is call out to Jesus tonight.

Hope.

We don’t hear much about it in this world

But it’s there, praise God it’s there.

Love.

We can’t live without it.

But it’s there, praise God it’s there.”❤

Sing Him a Love Song

“Sing Him a love song that He wrote for us to sing.

Sing Him His love song again.

Tell of the sweet story of the Christ who came to save us.

Sing Him the love song again.

Once there was a blind man and another deaf and dumb.

Jesus came to them and said “Your faith has made you whole.”

Then the men started singing a love song back to Him.

Sing Him a love song that He wrote for us to sing.

Sing Him His love song again.

Tell of the sweet story of the Christ who came to save us.

Sing Him a love song again.

Then there were ten lepers, he had compassion on them.

Nine of them just walked away, only one came back to him.

He rejoiced and to this day he sings love songs now in heaven.

Sing Him a love song that He wrote for us to sing.

You have to sing Him His love song again.

Tell of the sweet story of the Christ who came to save us.

Sing Him the love song again.”

On Down the Road

I decide to go walk with my daughter.

I decide not to helicopter my spouse.

I decided his choices are his.

I decided to stay close to God.

I decided to walk with my daughter rather than police my spousal rights.

I decided to pray and let God work.

I decided policing him has been policing me.

I decided to be free.

I decided God avenge all wrongs against me.

I decided not to myself.

I decided to go walk with my daughter.

I decided right for her is my greater right.

I decided.

It is beautiful.

It is peace and joy from God.

I am free.

Free is beautiful.❤

Pray

When things are wrong, pray.

When things are great, pray.

When you are unsure, pray.

When you are confident, pray.

When you are humbled, pray.

When you are uplifted, pray.

When governments struggle, pray.

When improvements come, pray.

For America, pray.

For every nation, pray.

For opportunities, pray.

For chances to serve, pray.

When you are mourning, pray.

When God comforts you, pray.

For every reason, pray.❤

Sunday School Blues

Where are the children

I have seen so many near.

But when the Sunday School bell rings

They are so very far.

If they’re here, they come with scowls

Or rolling eyes and tired minds

And boring is the Word of God

For their parents make it no priority.

So I sing the Sunday School Blues

For a community spiritually starving

For they have time for video games

But no time for their Creator.

Children more than anyone

Need the roots of God’s great Word

And parents need to bring them in

To study it and sing with friends

And Sunday will be bliss again.❤