The muscle where life happens
Bringing the red color through
The thing we call blood
Without it we would not do.
It pumps many gallons a day
The number I cannot say.
Designed to carry the weigh
Of life to one’s body night and day.
It expresses sorrow – emotion
But it is a pump, what do you say?
Someone can break it many times
Pumping it goes without pay.
Listen to the sound of spring
Calling, it is time to sing!
Colors adorning the earth
Music echoing in tunes
Varied and beautiful
All in unison- different
Bird, different tune!
Showers and flowers
April and May bring
Sounds of thunder
Sparkles of light
And winds
Awake the spring
Life to the earth it brings
Winter past
No longer a jacket
No longer a fire
The sun again shines
The earth with beautiful,
and warm rays
It is spring days
As I sing to the Savior
The wind whispers
Joy to the trees and in
A constant rhythm
They dance to the tune
Of peace and of love
YAHSHUA has for me
His whisper carries the tune
Far and near until
All trees clap their hands
Silently, that is to me
But expressively
To the creator
Ever so joyfully
Spreading the joy
To nature high and low
It carries the tune
In a dance to heaven
With eternal hope
And unspeakable groans
Of redemption for all!
Heavenly Father,
I enter the courts of heaven
To draw near and listen to You.
I will regard Your name holy
And will worship You
In spirit and in truth.
Let Your kingdom
Come to my life
And Your will be established
In me as long as I live,
For I am crucified with
Your Son; live not I
But His Spirit lives in me.
In the beginning of time
A perfect garden was created
With beauty untold
Where sin was not a thing
To be found
In that sinless world
Man and animals harmonized
With nature in a song of perpetual
Purity and joy, as God walked
Among them in the breeze of time
Planted by the hands of God
The Garden of Eden
Blossomed with trees, flowers
Birds and butterflies, too
While a river kept it green
It was a home for Adam
To work it and care for
With a command
You must not eat certain fruit
Or you will certainly die!
Who else had heard it
If not the cunning serpent
With ideas not so good
To confuse and misguide
The mind of man?
Not a sound, not a cry
They came to take Him away
In violent disarray
In the night while in the Garden
Gethsemane, that was
In intense prayer
While sweat like blood clots
Ran down His face
Swords, clubs, torches
To lighten into the dark
Of the mob’s coward way
They came, Jesus, we want
I am He, He replied
At His voice, they fell
backward to the ground
Their strength gone.
With a kiss He was marked
For trials by the authorities
Of crimes not committed
The verdict by Rome
Not guilty of the charges
Crucify Him, others cried
Rome’s deaf to the truth
Listened to the mob’s voice
Cesar, Cesar, our king
Away with Jesus
Crucify Him, crucify Him!
Pilate scourged and whipped Him
Mercilessly by the hands
Of his soldiers, one by one
In a spectacle of cruelty
Disgraced and guilty
Light from the Word 