Song of the Thankful

We thank You for our bread each day,
And every tear You wipe away,
We thank You for the world lovely,
And every bird and buzzing bee,
We thank You for animals great and tall,
And how You don't care that some are small,
And most of all Lord,
We thank You,
For giving us Your love that's true.

A Summer Soon to Be

Oh the ages pass on by,

Singing their timeless lullaby,

Many men have lived and went,

When death's long hand for them has sent,

Slowly do the seasons go,

Wading through green grass and snow,

And memories will go on too,

Faded away like morning dew,

So don't forget, you must remember,

Even in the bleak December,

There is a summer soon to be,

The Lord will come for you and me.

Winter is Here

Fall has gone,

Winter is here,

The cold wind blows,

Snow is near,

The clouds are thick,

The birds are rare,

As is their lot,

The trees are bare,

The bears are sleeping,

In caves of dark,

To an unpracticed eye,

The world is stark,

But to my mind,

And those who can see,

Winter does have,

A savage beauty.