Looking for the pretty notes…

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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear

that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.

No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.

No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.

I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet

The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…

Won’t Be Long

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Photo by Nicholas Githiri

Round and round the evil spins

traps young girls and kills young men

There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.

Over and over inside my head I hear babies crying from the dead,

It’s been too long, it’s been too long.

The blood spills out, the drugs run in but we no longer call it sin,

can’t be long, it can’t be long.

Over and over inside my head I hear the words that Jesus said,

It won’t be long, it won’t be long.

Our study roofs are crumbling…

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We always thought we could protect our children

we know God will provide each need.

Now we are called to walk through dark times

to stand in what we believe.

Our sturdy roofs are crumbling it seems

but what if a better view is in the stars now overhead?

I will take the hand of Jesus by Faith

as he leads us home His way instead.

 

 

Another Hard Goodbye

scenic view of lake during sunset

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

 

Mourning

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

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Uptown Ruby

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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

Wayfaring

green mountain with river in the middle

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!

Even the dried saltwater on the stones…

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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