Mother's Day (To My Mother)

Amidst the April showers,
And the windy days of May,
There is a time that's special,
And that is Mother's Day.
To celebrate your mother,
And all she's done for you,
'Cause through the troubles and trials,
She's always been there, true.
She been there right beside you,
When you have felt alone,
She made the house you live in,
Feel warm and like a home,
She wiped away the tears you've cried,
And held you in her arms,
She's comforted you with gentle words,
And made your heart grow warm.
So Mother, I will love you,
'Til all my days are through,
Now I just have two words to say,
And those are these: "Thank you".

Happy Birthday Courtney

You're older on this day: your birthday,
Another year has passed you by,
Full of laughter and of good times,
Oh, how the precious minutes fly!
So live each moment to it's fullest,
Don't give in to fear or doubt,
Always give your effort that's best,
Give people something to think about!

To You Be True

Though the night is yet enroaching,
And the wind howls o'er the land,
I stand here by the crashing ocean,
Still, O Lord, I'll raise my hands.
Though the rain is pouring on me,
The heavens are with lightning torn,
I will kneel here by the gray sea,
My heart weary and care-worn.
When the storm's around me raging,
Lord I give my all to you,
Though life against me war is waging,
To You always I will be true.

A Stitching Ryhme

One stitch, two stitch, three stitch, four,

And after that there's many more,

That go into this quilt of mine,

With colors rich, it's fabric fine,

Five stitch, six stitch, seven and eight,

Keep that line of stitches straight!

Neatness is important here,

Jack Frost this quilt quite soon will fear,

Nine stitch, ten sitch, now we're done,

We went to bed late and rose with the sun,

Now this quilt is ready to go,

And shield us from cold winter's snow.

Christ is Risen

Lilies in their glory blooming,
Church bells clanging joyfully,
Hear the song of each small sparrow,
Join with choir in harmony.
Praise the Lord!
Our Christ has risen,
No more he lies entombed in stone,
God Most High!
Our hearts are given,
No more are we to be alone,
Run and tell,
All other people,
To the nations sing His praise,
Find the sad,
And unforgiven,
And praise the King of Kings today.

Easter Morn

The sun shines bright upon the world,
And leaves on trees are now unfurled,
To wave in gentle wind that blows,
Away the clouds that bring the snows,
And I sit here upon the grass,
In morning dew that shines like glass,
And think of what I'll do today,
People to see and words to say,
And I thank God for all He's made,
And for the price that Jesus paid.

The Heart's Song

It's cold and quiet out right now,
I hear the hooting of an owl,
And soon I'll listen close and hear,
A violin playing in my ear,
It weaves it's lonely melody,
Carried by wind,
Far o'er the sea,
The tune compells,
These tears of mine,
To fall into the salty brine,
But now the song has quickened and
It makes me dance,
Upon the sand,
It tells of happiness and joy,
Those things which sorrow does destroy,
But soon which are found once again,
Undying in the hearts of men.

Christ With Me

Though dark waves are crashing,
And forked light is flashing,
Mighty thunder is clashing,
Here stand I.

Though North wind is blowing,
And grey clouds are snowing,
My salt tears are flowing,
Here stand I.

Through tempest and trial,
And Evil One's guile,
O'er every hard mile,
Here stand I.

Though no man can hear me,
And I am still unfree,
While calling out my plea,
Here stand I.

For after awhile,
I'll regain my smile,
And all is worthwhile,
Christ with me.

The Rainstorm

Throught the night the rain poured down,
And frolicked on the roof,
I peeked out of my room and saw,
Of rain trustworthy proof.
Yet when I looked again today,
As I jumped out of bed,
The clouds were gone the sky was blue,
And I just scratched my head.
"Where did it go?" I wondered long,
As I stood and watched the sky,
How could a rainstorm that falls so hard,
Go so quickly by?
Then I shrugged and turned away,
And now no more I wonder,
God controls the wind and rain,
Be it sun or thunder.

Keep On

As we travel on our way,
That's very straight and narrow,
Sometimes we miss the light of day,
Through clouds and hail like arrows.
But keep on walking on this road,
No matter the troubles you face,
No matter the tiresome, troublesome load,
Or slow and weary pace.
Strive on for Him who knows you well,
And watches o'er you each day,
For you only time and seasons will tell,
But He knows all of your way.