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I Believe

As I walk the city streets, bells toll from a nearby church.
I then hear our Lord whisper to me:
Can you see me?  Can you see me?
As I look around, I answer yes Lord; I see you
In the changing leaves, I see you in the bright stars above.
Yes Lord, I see you.

Continuing my walk I look around at what I really see.
I then hear our Lord whisper to me:
Do you hear me? Do you hear me?
I stop and listen.  Yes Lord, I hear you 
In the gentle breezes, I hear you in the laughter of children.
Yes Lord, I hear you.

At the end of my walk, I pause look around and listen.
Then I hear our Lord whisper:  
Do you believe in me?  Do you believe in me?
I believe you have made me and all living things.
I whisper my answer, yes Lord I believe in you, Lord I believe.

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Autumn Evening

Tonight I found friends
Not in human form but;
In the land, sky and nature.
I strolled along a country road,
Taking in what the 
Good Lord bestowed.
The sunshine, green grass,
Birds of the air.
One could almost hear
Our Father's voice in the
Gentle breezes.
A deer ambled 
Out on the road,
Not noticing I was there.
Thoughts of Him that put
Us both there.
The locust sang their
Songs in the trees.
The glorious afterglow
Of the evening, as the
Sun bids a farewell 
Good Night.
Oh, thank you Lord 
For friends like these.

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Comfort, Grace and Peace

Through sorrow and pain our loved ones are whisked away,
By a mightier hand that we rise and hold.
Though the pain we bare, God is always there.
Peace, serenity, and with His care,
We cling to Him; arms we are within.
Comfort we seek, for we come to
Him at His feet.
Grace and mercy He provides, He's
Always there by our side.
Memories we share, He's
Always there though times that
We need a release.  He 
Will give us comfort, grace and peace.

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Waiting

Can you see in my eyes,
the life I've lived?
You'll never believe what
I've done or where I've lived.
Have you taken the time to care,
or have you just stood and stared?
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.

To tell you of the happy, and sad.
I'll tell what I know or "remember",
of wars, droughts, floods the such.
Of marriage, family, the childrens laughter.
Stories told to them,
that they want to remember.
Why can't you just ask?
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.

I'd love to tell you a story that
will put meaning in your heart.
I wonder will you remember me
when I'm gone?
I am waiting, for that special day,
when, I wait no more.
No more tears,
no more sorrows,
only of joy and happiness.
Living with my Lord
for all tomorrows.

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Handiwork

I see God's handworks all around,
from my world to His I've found.
This land He's made for you and me,
through eyes of young and, his work we see.

We live in His world, beauty all around,
be it bright and shining, or dark and dull.
God is surely among us I know,
for no one can take that away from me.

For me and those that live beyond the seas,
our native tongue He understands us all.
He cares for us, it matters not,
He loves everyone including you and me.

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Endless Thoughts

A blank sheet of paper 
becons you to come and 
do an evenings bidding.
Evening has drawn into
a night of bliss.
Words, running through
your mind, forming into 
an endless task that
draws to a close.
Known as a poem.

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Life Restored

I look upon the cross
To see who was hanging there.
I look, "Who is he"?
They say he's Jesus Christ, the Son of God.

I look upon the cross
I find myself to blind to see.
Tears running down my face
It is Him that paid the cost.

As I look upon the cross
Mine eyes now have been opened.
Bright light enfolds me
It is Him that gave me sight to see.

I look upon the cross
My life has been restored.
Jesus Christ - gave His life
To save those, the likes of me.

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Journeys

Where does such journey begin,
Sometimes I've wondered if
Mine exists, has started or where I 
Am in the journey.
Journeys, I wish I had taken.
Journeys that are still to come.
I've found journeys in my 
Work, home, visiting with friends,
Most of those journeys lie deep within.
I've taken journeys through the minds,
Of those who will sit and talk for a spell,
Wishing that I was one of them there.

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The Gift

Gifts that come in boxes all
Wrapped in pretty paper and bows.
Awaiting the dawn of Christmas morn
To be recieved with hearts aglow.

A Gift of that special word that comes from
The heart, telling of the Christmas story.
Mary, Joseph, Shepherds, and Kings afar,
Stars bright, it must be Christmas Eve night.

The Gift, lies in a manger of straw,
The glow that out shines the stable stall.
Angels sing their songs with heavenly bliss,
Jesus, Son of God born for us all.

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Memories

Old comes to the new
New comes to the old,
From now to then,
and then to now.

One must behold
of things to come.
Yet there are those
things that we behold -
    memories
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