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Judgment Day

  

When men are placed beneath God's

Microscope on Judgement day.

Where all will be revealed according to his way

When fears and tears, the longings of the heart

When page by page the book of life he reads

From end to start.

When we will stand in his revealing light

Beyond the turmoil of earth bitter blight.

It's then each trembling heard will surly know

How much we failed and strayed whilst here below.

It's then we may admit it's far too late.

To enter through that fair celestial gate,

Dear God of mercy help our eyes to see,

The kind of folks we really need to be,

Teach us obedience, grant us faith and hope

Help us to pass that final test

Beneath your microscope

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The light of day

The light of day is fading, the candle’s flame burns low,

Far, far our feet have travelled, a long way still to go

Our goal seams oh so far away, none knows the hour the day

Our weary, wanderings through the world, drawn-out by long delay.

We know we’re here to conquer, to win a victor’s crown

God, father grand the faith, the strength

Seal us to be thein own.

                                         Evening thoughts

Moonlight on the windowsill

World so quiet, calm and still

As this day comes to a close

May all God’s children

Around the world

Find blessed sweet repose.

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Spring 

Bluest sky, the brightest sun.

A brand-new day has just begun,

Gentle breezes, birds that sing

Tell the world behold, it's spring

Over mountains, hill and vale

Heaven smiles -- all is well

The things I love

A hike in the mountains, to paint by a stream.

Somebody to love, to share all my dreams.

A walk in the park, a ride on my bike.

To sit and enjoy that long upward hike.

To see gods’ creations in valleys below.

To be in a place where time moves real slow.

To ponder, to wonder where all the time goes,

The feel of warm sand as it creeps through my toes.

A stroll by the ocean, a swim in the sea.

A book on my lap, feeling happy and free,

No running, no planning, no pressure at all

No doing, perusing, no telephone call,

I long for some solitude, long for a place,

Where some off-life’s madness will finally cease

Where my weary soul will find solace and peace.

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Follow

Follow your heart, that’s what he said, follow your heart please do

Only your heart, your dreams, your hopes

Will ever see you through

Others can never live your life

Others are not like you

No other soul understands your dreams

Others don’t walk in your shoes

When it's all said, when it's all done

Each soul must choose, must stand alone.

Must win, must lose, this race on earth

Before returning home.

   

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Eternal Gain

Each little bird must try its wings

Before it can fly away

Each little daisy on its own

Weather the storm, the rain

Each human heart must learn to bare

Life's bitter prangs of pain

Knowing all tears cried on the earth

Will be eternal gain.

Patience

Patience you’re just like a Rosebush,

Full of thorns on every end,

Whenever I try to get near you,

You resist the touch of my hands

Still I perceive your painful pricks

Must not delay my trying,

To prune the branches, trim the Tree

Remove the Thorns, now part of me.

In future days I’m sure to find,

When patience will repay

When far above the thorns will smile

Sweet roses every day.

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There are times

There are times I think of you, recall the words you said.

All the things you told me then still roam around my head.

There are times I wish I could, just let go, just run,

To the seaside--a new life filled with a little fun.

There are times I wish I could be cheerful, feeling free.

Then again all of these dreams they are not really me

There is real life, there is duty, re-spon-ci-bi-li-ty

There are parents, children, friends, tie’s the eye can’t see

All your words soon fade away into the duties of each day.

Leaving time alone to know where one’s weary footsteps go.

Still there are times I think of you and all the words you said

Go a dancing round and round inside my weary head.

My Room

My room is like a sanctuary,

It holds no other soul but me

This hexagon that keeps me in

From mortal harm, from fear and sin.

This space that holds me like a crave,

Where I'm a quin, where I'm a slave,

Each night as I lay down to sleep

I pray the lord my soul to keep.