Born Shy

Born Shy

We spend our lives trying to learn;
just who, and what we’re to be;
all of us have our passions that burn;
and a side of us; none can see.

Deep in my mind; I know the truth;
tho I’d rather keep living the lie;
though

Oh Woman, My Woman

Oh Woman, My Woman

Oh woman, my precious woman;
vision of love in the night;
how is it; I’ve come to love you so;
becoming my love and life.

You’re the beauty of God’s perfection;
your features, delicate and precise;
created to live under man’s protection;

In Our Own Way

In Our Own Way

Thoughts, to us, so precious and dear;
become the new dawn, each day;
we all face life, both unique and austere;
each in our very own way.

Most of us treat our lives as very serious;
to others; life is merely a bad joke;
to everyone

Frustration Reigns

Frustration Reigns

Some view a world through political eyes;
viewing, only, the world as a whole;
others see the coming cataclysmic demise;
frustration reigns, within each soul.

Many choose to live in their own isolation;
measuring success; by losses and gains;
remaining uninfuenced, through evil’s flirtation;
ignoring that others

The New Leaves

The New Leaves

Sometimes we all think we’re alone;
but such can never be;
we never truly stray far from home;
it’s there for our minds to see.

A permanent link remains always there;
to those below and above;
believe it; on not; there are those who share;

Why Long For Tomorrow?

Why Long For Tomorrow?

Why do most long for tomorrow;
it’s simply another today;
filled with heartaches and sorrow;
for all who get in its way.

All those elaborate plans for tomorrow;
soon are pictures; covered with dust;
tho on our future, many of us borrow;
even the interest

An Exercise In Futility

An Exercise In Futility

Life was created for peace and tranquility;
in a distant kingdom above;
we have made it an exercise in futility;
vacating the purpose of love.

Perfection was the plan; the Father’s will;
a family is the metaphor of life;
rejection prompted mankind to kill;
gaining

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving

This is the day, the Lord has made;
from sorrows, may all be free;
let the glory of God be on parade;
grant us all, the eyes to see.

Just for a day, set your troubles aside;
basking in peace and tranquility;
in the Master’s love, may

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