Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Whispering Rain



The other afternoon I was helping my wife work inside.  I think it was Sunday.  She is in a walking cast, but insisted on sitting and ironing.  I was putting stuff away for her (the "leg" work) and helping by folding.  Then I went to clean the kitchen, but all the while I felt terribly down.  After the kitchen was done I went to the laptop and wrote this in 10 minutes.  I suppose it is about coping with pain and hardship which seems to be happening all around.  Yesterday I received a call from my friend's ex-wife to find out he was killed a night or two ago while walking to the house to visit his kids in the evening.  The kids are disabled and this hit like a freight train.  Visiting them could not happen last night so I grabbed a bite, went outside to make a wooden cross, my wife cut fresh roses to place, and I went out to the spot where he died.  We need to stand together in prayer even more than before.  Perhaps in the darkness, this will create an even brighter light to attract the people who have not yet chosen to live with the power and love of God.  Here is what I wrote:


Together through the ages,
Sages to our hearts,
In family fulfilled,
God’s joy in their hearts,
Until the time came,
We knew she’d say goodbye,
Living on in our hearts,
Her soul can’t be denied.

I pray dark clouds,
May find me again,
Concealing my fear,
And soothing my pain,
In the whispering rain.

My soul mate knew well,
How well she could do,
At home and at work,
She’d always see it through,
In spite of her pain,
She always makes me smile,
I would do anything,
To take away her trials.

I pray dark clouds,
May find me again,
Concealing my fear,
And soothing my pain,
In the whispering rain.

He does serve his country,
To give his family home,
My friend and brother,
No closer one I’ve known,
Yet the work did go dry,
And took away his house,
And has broken the lives,
Of my friend and his spouse.

I pray dark clouds,
May find me again,
Concealing my fear,
And soothing my pain,
In the whispering rain.

May the peace of the rains,
Wash away the pains,
Bringing in the peace,
To help us find relief,
And open up my eyes,
To see the glowing skies,
And know there is a plan,
God has us in His hands,
I will not just give way,
I go on my knees to pray,
May His strength flow through me,
And set my loved ones free,
To wash their away their pain,
So the sun may shine again,
From the whispering rain.

I pray dark clouds,
May find me again,
Concealing my fear,
And soothing my pain,

I know that God’s hand,
Will find me again,
See victory from shame,
As we rise once again,
From the whispering rain.


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Where the Angels Cry


This for the women recently rescued in Ohio after 10 years of captivity under their abductor.  Other women walk among us who have been sexually attacked and can not even speak of their pain.  For all of them I wrote this.


She is so alone,
Kept far from home,
A trampled flower,
Wilting in the garden,
She was a lovely girl,
Taken from this world,
When her day starts,
The nightmare just begins.

Families cannot rest,
Hearts cannot breathe,
No word from the lost,
No comfort received,
A father sits alone,
In the middle of the night,
A mother’s face in tears,
Touched by the moonlight,

No comfort to be said,
Among the living dead,
She cries into the night,
So her soul can take flight,
Trapped within the town,
Where her home is found,
She rests her head,
Where the angels cry.

A soul full of joy,
Every day in class,
No one could know,
What came to pass,
Her dignified beauty,
Held together as one,
With trust bond broken,
Her beauty undone.

At dinner so quiet,
She can hardly eat,
A sullen shadow,
Gripping her heart,
She was so sweet,
Unable to reach out,
Family feeling helpless,
Her flame flickering out.

The beauty of living,
Has suddenly gone,
No solution is giving,
Relief from their tears,
No help to get out,
From the gulf of fears,
They rest their heads,
Where the angels cry.

Having each other,
God has given strength,
To lift up the fallen,
Taken down by free will,
It is our calling,
Drying tears of pain,
So love gives new life,
And they never fall again,
Where the angels cry.

May no flower be cut,
Before it is time,
For souls can’t be bought,
And life not replaced,
Though pain falls to love,
From the deepest disgrace,
Through strength of heart,
The flowers can bloom,
As miracles we bring,
To hear the angels sing.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Price - A Song for Military Families





I wrote this for the families of those who serve our country while at lunch on May 1st.  There is a silent price of freedom paid by many families who enjoy this gift with us.



Last night I dreamed I saw my brother by my side,
We took our father’s jeep out to go for a ride,
We talked of familiar times,
Of campfires and fishing lines,
I turned to look his way and he was gone.

I see your Daddy’s smile in things you do and say,
Sometimes I feel like he’s with us here today,
For he was only here awhile,
Could never walk you down the isle,
But I swear I hear him laugh when our kids play.

Many heroes come and go,
From places we don’t know,
They are the neighbors who we meet,
They’re with us walking down the street,
I see the children where they play,
For freedom’s bought for them today,
And I know that families face the sacrifice,
They pay the price.

My neighbor’s husband’s picture hangs there on the wall,
I know she does not hardly see him much at all,
Just some call’s on the phone,
And Christmas is spent alone,
I swear their two young boys are so brave.

I dreamt my brother came to see me once again,
He said he wanted me to meet all his friends,
The ones who loved us with their lives,
That they could pay the greatest price,
Taking joy in seeing how we live today!

Many heroes come and go,
From places we don’t know,
They are the neighbors who we meet,
They’re with us walking down the street,
I see the children where they play,
For freedom’s bought for them today,
And I know that families face the sacrifice...

Many heroes come and go,
To make the freedom that we know,
They never do it for the pay,
Their families all believe the same,
That’s what this country means to me,
It’s for our children’s kids to see,
And I know that families face the sacrifice,
They pay the price.