My Savior

This was taken at the home show on June 7, 2024 at the end of
my radiation treatments.

My Savior comforts me when I'm afraid.
And though it seems sometimes that He is very far away

I trust that He is close, holding me up day by day.

And when the storm beats down, He's not asleep.

He holds His hand outstretched to me when the path is steep.

And keeps His watch as giant waves come crashing from the deep.

And when I feel so sad and all alone

I think of His great love and all He did so I could come home.

I know that He's with me no matter how far I may roam.

I feel His peace around me when I'm still,

And ask for strength and courage to trust Him and do His will.

He helps me to hold on through any sorrow that I feel.

And when I fail again He won't condemn.

He'll pick me up and help me so that I can start again.

My Savior knows my sorrow and the guilt or pain I'm in.

So when I do not know which way to go

I take a step toward Him and His light makes my path glow.

I know there's hope because there is no path that He won't know.

My Savior comforts me when I'm afraid

And I give thanks to Him while on this world that He has made

And trust in Him to guide me through the path that He has laid.

I thank Him for the beauty all around

The wonder and the happiness in every joyful sound.

I thank Him for the good and lovely things that here abound.

But most of all I thank Him for His love

For wanting me despite my faults to live with Him above

In His kingdom filled with joy, happiness and love.

**This song was written February 12, 2024 just after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. (DCIS)

Hola My Friend

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Hola my friend, let's take a trip to Mexico together,

And we will sit upon the sand and enjoy the sunny weather.

I'll buy a sombrero so I can fit in,

And you can eat fish while I go for a swim.

Then we'll sit side by side at the sea.

What a happy day that will be.

Hola my friend, while in Mexico we will have a fun fiesta.

We will dance around my sombrero and then take a siesta.

We'll dance and we'll sing and we'll have lots of fun,

Then you can eat fish while I go for a run.

Then we'll sit side by side at the sea.

What a happy day that will be.

Hola my friend, let's meet new people and eat Mexican food.

And they will hug us and ask us to stay and enjoy the happy mood.

Our new friends will smile as we speak espanol,

And you can eat fish, while I go take a stroll.

Then we'll sit side by side at the sea.

You, all our new friends, and me.

Adios my friend, we've had such fun in Mexico together,

With dancing and singing with our new amigos in the sunny weather.

We'll take my sombrero, and some shells just for me,

And you can eat fish while I climb up a tree.

We will one day come back to the sea.

What a happy day that will be.

God's Perfect Son

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Sun in the sky

Clouds in the air

Fishes in oceans

And birds everywhere

Are all God's creations

That I can enjoy

I feel like He made them for me.

Lightning and thunder

Large waves of the sea

Rock breaking earthquakes

And wind bending trees

All speak of God's power

Much greater than mine

He uses that power for me.

The coo of a dove

A small baby's cry

The soft gentle music

Of a sweet lullaby

Are all gifts from God

He hopes I'll enjoy

Sweet sounds that bring His peace to me.

Words that are unkind

A sharp kind of pain

Feeling so lonely

And buried in shame

Are all things our Savior

Can help me with now

He gives me His grace willingly.

A life that feels heavy

A path that seems black

A heart that feels broken

A time full of lack

The Lord understands these

He reaches for me

Sending peace, and enough light to see.

A Savior who loves me

The beauty around

His power to help

And the peace in good sounds

The hope that my Father

Gave me through the One

The Lord Jesus, God's perfect Son.

I'll Do My Best

Me on the Anasazi Trail
In Shivwitz, UT

I go, I went, I go, I say

Do please come back another day.

I go, I went, I go, I say

I cannot handle this today.

I flutter here, I flutter there,

I wish that I could stay somewhere.

I flit, I fly, I touch the sky.

This really is too much to bear.

I stop myself, I stop and stand

I take a breath and look around.

I stop, I breathe, where did I land?

Are my feet firmly on the ground?

I'm in control, it must be true

My life is up to me not you.

So why the flutter, why be blue?

I've found the key.  I think it's true.

I need not rush to here or there.

I need not do it all right now.

I must remember and be fair

To me, and you, and this is how.

I'll do the best I can today.

I'll do my best and rest a while.

Your needs and mine I won't delay.

I'll try to meet them with a smile.

But all the while I won't forget

That we are humans with error.

I'll quick forgive myself and let

Me try again to reach splendor.

I am not perfect yet I know.

I'll stop expecting us to be.

We'll travel just as fast or slow

As we are able to, you'll see.

If we keep trying we will get

To heights that yet we have not known.

And we will help some others yet,

To reach with us our heavenly home.

The World is a Garden

A blast from the past.  My Garden in 2015.  I do miss it!

The World is a Garden

The world is a Garden, a Garden of people

Who live and who die through all ages and time.

Mothers and fathers take care of the garden

For they are the gard'ners, their call is divine.

A few of these gard'ners work hard in their gardens,

They strengthen their charges in numerous ways.

They pull out the weeds and they tie up to stakes,

Helping them get through those treacherous days.

There are other gard'ners that are a bit careless,

They think it won't hurt to let a few things go;

They let a few weeks in and leave out the stakes,

Not knowing just how hard the mighty winds blow.

There's a kind of gard'ner that's worse than the rest.

They do not care what to the garden befalls;

They might even step on things without thinking.

The garden is without protection at all.

The ones in the garden have many decisions.

There are many things that they cannot control.

The weather comes in, there are often bad storms;

The gard'ner has a very serious role.

There are some in the garden that even with care

Were just simply not meant to always live there.

But while in the garden, the gard'ners in charge.

The good ones are those that are always aware.

For gard'ners must be aware of all of their charges,

The needs that come daily and have to be met.

They must be aware of the daily changes,

They must take good care, they must never forget.

There are those in the garden given every care

Who still will grow wild and grow crookedly up.

Some of them may lie down and reject all help.

Good gardn'ers still care, they just never give up.

Being a good gard'ner is not always easy,

But it can bring rewards for us just the same.

For though gard'ners cannot take credit for all

They feel pride and joy if their garden is tame.

The world is a garden, a garden of people

Who live and who die through all ages and time.

Mothers and fathers take care of the garden

For they are the gard'ners, their call is divine.

**Written sometime between 1993 and 1995

When

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When the clouds are low and threatening

And the sky is far from blue

When the winds and waves rush in at me

When my thoughts are a dark hue

When the world is rough and echoing

And the time is rushing by

When the sky seems to fall in on me

Then I hang my head and cry

That cry is heard on a distant plane

It's heard by the One who knows

That when elements are really harsh

And the mighty wind it blows

Then at that time when our needs are great

When beaten at every side

We open our ears and listen for

The help that will turn the tide

And the One who understands our call

Who has felt it all before

Sends comfort and knowledge to help out

As He's done for many more

A Little Glimpse of Light

 

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Moving, always moving, trying to catch up with self

Ever hoping to be better, Ever hoping for some help

When at times I feel surrounded, by a thousand things to do

Then I close my eyes and ponder, wondering what is best for you.

Then, of course, just for good measure, I will wonder something else

Is it best for me AND for you, should I think about myself?

Time is funny, life is funny, everything is in a way

Everything has so many sides to consider in one day.

How can we hope to be happy, with the world crowding in?

Just too many things to worry, far too many ways to sin.

Then we stop just for a moment everything seems very clear

And we understand exactly why and what we're doing here.

We wish the vision would last, that we could hold it in our hand

But that is not the way life works--this we should understand.

So every day we go and go and wonder where to turn,

And all the time for peace and certain knowledge we do yearn.

Prayer gives us just the means to find that little glimpse of light

That lets us know just whether we are moving in the right.

Direction, oh direction we must take and give each day

From our Father to our children guiding them in the right way.

So though life is very hectic, we don't always smile with ease

We can for sure remember life's not meant to be a breeze.

Though it is not always easy, we can find some happiness.

Life is difficult as ever but through prayer with peace we're blessed.