April Twenty Third
By Franklin Price
04/23/2024
Today is April twenty three
It is the best day of my life
Happy Birthday to you Barbara
You are my dear departed wife
You are still here with me
In my heart and in my mind
Though you're looking down from Heaven
You have not left me here behind
God in all his wisdom
Sent you to me long ago
To bring me love and happiness
And to give my life a glow
Two and fifty years together
We celebrated on this day
My life with you was wonderful
No one can take that time away
We said our vows and meant them
Set all others to the side
Loved and held each other
Thank you God for such a ride
We were one for all our marriage
Went through everything together
Co-pilots in the bluest skies
And in the stormiest of weather
As I sit here in this early morn
Looking back on all those days
I celebrate that you were born
Give God and Jesus all the praise
Amen and Amen
April Twenty-third Twenty-two
(Happy Birthday to Barb)
By Franklin Price
04/23/2022
Happy Birthday Barbara
You will always be my wife
You are watching me from heaven
Where you spend eternal life
Jesus has his arms around you
Giving you his love and care
I hold you dear within my heart
Each and every beat I share
The gifts I give to you this year
Are our loved ones through my sight
Holding Dean, our first Great Grandchild,
Is the best and feels so right
Bella and Dalton, best of parents,
Are the kind you would expect
Aunt Lily comes by often
For some added love effect
This birthday, we're celebrating
The ever presence of your love
That we're sharing with each other
As you're watching from above.
The five of us are in New Mexico
Sending birthday love to you
Other family and friends,
From all around, are sending too
Happy Birthday!!
You are always with us
Butterflies bother the flowers for a taste
A lazy day with birdsong in the air
My meadow and gardens have not a care
Fairies and bunnies with no semblance of haste
The fern are hiding from the afternoon sun
Lamb’s ear and Queen Anne’s lace showing their shine
I sink into the yard, glad that she’s mine
Pretty monarch’s colors could pretty much stun
A variety of bees arriving now
Wasps fly out to let bees have their own room
Grasshopper hops and moths leave with a zoom
My garden and yard are a giant wow
It is May twenty-third, twenty twenty.
I give my thanks for this beautiful day
And these heavenly creatures flying my way
We have much –God and health, which is plenty.
And behold, calmeth descends evergreen fields, guiding His inspiration judiciously, keep leading myself near opened placidness, quaintly, restoring soul through, undulating, veiled wickedness, eXposing your zeal.
Art being comforted, don't evil feareth, guideth His instruments justly, kindles lavishly my notorieties, ogles pierced quickens, relished spread table, utilized valor weighed eXpeditiously yon zealots.
Attain blessed child-filled days effortlessly, finding great His immunity justified, keeping life merciful, nigh, oils praised quickly runneth sternly, timeliness universally ventured whilst eXposed youth zero-hour.
2020 February 09
The Twenty - Third Psalm
Dr. Jim Martin
The Lord, the Shepherd, He is mine.
I will know no want of any kind.
In pastures green I will rest
And know His care for me is best.
Those still waters I can see.
It is there that He leadeth me.
Restoration to my soul I can know
As to Him I willfully, cheerfully, go.
In death’s dark vale there is no fear
His voice of assurance will I hear.
It is through this door that I must trod
And enter into the presence of God.
Twenty Third Psalm Poem
Change always will each tide
In me, God abides deep inside
Shepherd of my very soul
Go to heaven is greatest goal.
Moment by moment my God love
Father who will reside high above
Have needs and wants never do
His dreams for me all come true.
In my life, waters seem so still
Green pastures is where I will
My soul with God shall survive
With Him closely remain alive.
God directs me down each path
Free from sin and much wrath
And no evil did I ever fear
Knowing God is close and near.
Tough I often need self-control
God aids me in my death knoll
With long, slender staff and firm rod
Which is how I recognize God.
Mine enemies may often trouble me
Table God spreads I start to see
With oil He has anointed my head
Heard all my prayers I have said.
Cup of plenty ran onto the floor
God does flow through every door
Goodness in life continues to exist
In His home remain does insist.
James Thomas Horn
and Merry Christmas
The Lord, the Shepherd, He is mine.
I’ll know no want of any kind.
In pastures green I will rest
And know His care for me is best.
Those still waters I can see.
It is there that He leadeth me.
Restoration to my soul I can know
As to Him I willfully, cheerfully, go.
In death’s dark vale there is no fear
His voice of assurance will I hear.
It is through this door that I must trod
And enter into the presence of God.
Lord is my shepherd
He’s with me. I have no want
Always forever
I am in pastures
Verdant green with cool waters
Beside the stillness
God shall protect me
When I walk through death’s shadow
He shall be my guide
At this large table
He anoints my head with oil
My cup runs over
Goodness follows me
All of the days of my life
In my Good Lord’s house.
Happy birthday mom,
today you would have been
one-hundred-three,
hard to believe you have
been gone almost ten years.
Mom you use to tell me,
to call you, write you,
said I would, but never did,
over and over you told me,
someday I won't be here,
mom I know that, I will write,
I will call, but never did.
You always wrote, always called,
whenvery we parted, I would always
say, if I don't see you again
will see you in heaven.
Today mom, wished I could call
and tell you how much love have
I for you, so nice if could send
a birtdday card to you, that's not
to be, so this poem says it all.
Mom growing up, thought
you would be here for ever, never
dreaming of losing you.
Mom wished I could be like
you, so giving, so caring.
You always thought of others
never of your self, you always
lifted me up, encouraging me is so
many ways, your faith in me
amazed me so.
So mother dear, hape a happy
birtday in heaven, love you so,
someday soon, will say happy
birtday to your face.
wrote 1-23-07 in memory of my mom Marge Leaming born 1-23-04 and died 6-05-97