Photo by Nicole Avagliano
I have held you from the beginning
Your innocence is a healing balm
Your laughter makes the world all right
Your smile gives peace and calm
You will not remember these infant days
When I rocked you in my arms
You will never know how you saved me
after my Mom was gone
I will not see you everyday
But you will still be my sunrise
I see your Mama in your face
and my Savior in your eyes
“The honest cries of a broken heart are a sacred Hallelujah.” Do not fear your emotions. Let your sorrow wash over you, give into your feelings, and you will be better for it, as God is with you along the way to healing.
God comforts us in our darkest times, so we can have strength to give others help and strength during the worst times. We look to God as example on how to provide comfort and love during times of sorrow.
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18
The great and mighty King’s table
spread with a feast for days
Nobleman and ladies there
to revel in majestic displays
But at the head of the table
sat a crippled man
He held the place of highest honor
He is the Son of the King’s best friend.
2 Samuel 9
Photo by Paul Theodor Oja
Ruby love did you lose your love?
so hard to know what’s coming’ down
Ruby love did he use your love?
spinning your dreams around
Ruby love do you love the blues?
flying high and getting down
Ruby love the blues love you
put on your dancing’ gown
Lets go dancing’ Ruby
Lets put our lipstick on
Lets go uptown sweet Ruby
the way we did when we were young
Photo by Matteo Badini
The way I see the colors
got no good reason to hide.
Where the sky and sea collide
the Sunrise is on the other side.
I will die a wanderer in a foreign land.
Listen to the Living Water calling me home.
That living call bids me Come, for sure
down to the River edge
flowing so rich and pure!
Photo by Nathan Cowley
Every part is beautiful.
Every wave is different.
Every seashell my passioned treasure.
Every color of blue and green soothes my soul.
There is music in the rolling of water to shore.
The seagulls sing harmony in a minor key.
The eastern morning sun rises like Heaven’s coda.
The sunset in the West a goodnight lullaby from God.
I kiss the sea oats whispering secrets to the dunes.
I love even the dried saltwater upon the pathway stones.
I am a Texas girl through and through,
but my Florida beach is the place I have to return to.
A tether, a life line in it’s order to refuel and renewal.
Just me, God, and the salty sea, my triage
It is all a gift of dreams to me that I gratefully adore
Photo by Keenan Constance
He said he could never forget his city girl angel
under the silver moon of the Lone Star state
A fast moving Angel with lightening in her eyes
she could never abide anyone being fake
She loves the deep blue sea and the endless Texas sky
She is not a big crier but doesn’t like goodbyes
Sunday morning Allelujahs clear through Saturday night
She is his city girl angel with honey in her smile
He said no one can forget his city girl angel
She is kind and funny and wild
So the night she died on that Texas highway
She simply smiled at him and took her flight
Photo by stein egil liland
I can’t seem to settle down
Feeling called to big sky
Times are hitting hard
The fear is a lie.
The Wilderness isn’t optional
Jesus went there too
I will trust him in this place
where only His Word is true.
Photo by Baskin Creative Studios
The River Song shall make us glad
when the mountain’s snows melt above.
The swelling waters giving drink below
it’s melody quenching our thirst for love.
The River Song shall lead us homeward bound
where heaven and earth can never meet
Here we shall find His Kindness all around
it’s melody reveals the hope we keep.
So take me down to the River
Take me there where I may also sing
Of the beauty of your Holiness
And worship you as my King.
And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.
Romans 5:5 NLT
Photo by Jou00e3o Cabral
There are no more people on the boulevard
they have been locked away with paper chains
The humans became a commodity in exchange
the Truth has been lost in the game…
God have mercy on the boulevard
Bring your children home
Do not let these paper chains
bind our hearts stone cold…
Jill Autrey Dorman 