Flow of Love

Moments of binding,

On paths intertwining,

Happen in times of pain,

When tragedy strikes,

Anxiety spikes,

And no one is ever the same.

A daughter is lost,

On one path afar,

In illness taken away,

Yet hearts come together,

In the stormiest weather,

And healing comes when we pray.

Cancer then comes,

Like a lightening strike,

To homes of those we know,

Though no one controls,

Where lightening strikes,

We control the love that we show.

A friend loosing sight,

The coming of night,

Darkness far too soon,

Yet with bringing of hope,

The heart’s fire is stoked,

On horizon a miracle looms.

We can not control,

When circumstance comes,

But we can co tell what we do,

For the simplest things,

From hearts far and near,

 And help pull someone through.

Your faith in God,

Fuels the fires of love,

The energy flows when you share,

Healing comes through,

The power of your heart,

When you choose to be there.

Fractured Souls

 In us and through us, 

 They walk and they wonder, 

 Through trials and through tears,

 Their hearts torn asunder, 

 Hearts crying in the darkness, 

 Voices silenced by the night, 

 Souls looking upward for hope, 

 Through perforations seeing starlight. 

 Some have lost their children, 

 Young lives taken away, 

 Innocent blood crying to God, 

 Parents with nothing to say, 

 Others have lost their health, 

 Time quickly slipping away, 

 In battle against unseen foes,

 Within the clear light of day. 

 These souls walk and breathe with us, 

 Sometimes with close ties, 

 Others unknown amidst the crowds, 

 And we look into their eyes, 

 The impact rolls from life to lives, 

 As pain can only flow, 

 If left unchecked by faithful hearts, 

 Who knows where this can go. 

 We cannot control what occurs, 

 But only what we do, 

 Yet chances come for us to love, 

 With choice for me and you, 

 For none can resist, 

 This power to persist, 

 No fears rise above, 

When there is only love.

The Song Unending

  The cards are dealt,

He sees his hand, 

It is not what he hoped for, 

 Nor what he planned. 

 You don't know what you get, 

 But you do what you should, 

 And you hope for the best, 

 That things turn out good. 

 Being healthy and strong, 

 It was an underhand below, 

 A diagnosis from hell, 

 Bringing him down low. 

  Then with a nonverbal child, 

 And more stress on the plate, 

 His wife fled the fire, 

 Being too much to take. 

Yet there is faith in his heart,

With your song in the air,

Lifting his soul on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes him there.

God's voice is a sound,

Beyond my human ear,

Yet with beauty in the air,

I know he is near.

For each song that's sung,

Is just a segment that's spliced,

When it all comes together,

It is the song of life.

 When things happen good, 

 Or terribly wrong, 

 It takes no ear, 

 To pick up this song. 

 The music reminds, 

 Of the song that is true,

 To hear in the spirit, 

 Our flesh cannot do. 

Yet there is faith in my heart,

With your song in the air,

Lifting my soul on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes me there. 

 And so we go to the concerts, 

 And so we dance in the park, 

 And so we turn on the radios, 

 And so we exercise the heart. 

 And so I hear it in the sunrise, 

 And so I feel it in the rain, 

 And so I bring it in this silence, 

 So you may hear it once again. 

There is faith in the heart,

With The Song in the air,

Lifting souls on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes us there.