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…
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She ran away with fear and a string of lies
She idolized her anger but could not hide it in her eyes
She grew up kneeling upon the steeple green
She grew so weary of trying to be clean
One day on her knees again she heard The Holy voice
“Rise up, my daughter walk away from this noise.”
She stood up and cast those idols back to hell
And tore off the string of lies she had to tell
“I have made you blameless and set you free in life
why do you still cling to death which can never be clean?”
She cried for joy and danced before the LORD God
and chose life that day upon the steeple green.
To Him who is able to keep us from falling and to present us before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy…to the only Wise God our Savior be glory, majesty, power AND authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. Jude 1:24
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The heat hung in the air like wet cotton today.
The Texas dance of August has begun.
The manicured lawns will all soon be patched brown.
Even the humming of cicadas has gone still.
Venus burns ever so brightly racing me to dawn.
The majestic Oaks stand still as Centurion guards.
At my core the keen edge of Joy bids me come.
I reach for the poetry that fills my heart.
Photo by Wallace Chuck
I think I missed my cue
in the seismic gap between us.
The drama is widening it all the while.
There is a rawness in your eyes
burning ashes fill the sky.
The midnight train is passing by
is this my cue to cry?
A night so long and you move on
and I never say goodbye.