Drive for opportunity… a song

SING IT LOUD

(A Carrie Underwood type song)

 

She’s lost and broken hearted

All alone in this new town

Thought by now she would have started

Down the road she’d dreamed about

 

But Nashville’s not that easy

For a small town girl like her

And while she may be homesick

It’s for certain there’s a cure

 

Sing it loud…..

Sing it strong….

Sing it so everybody ’round the world

Will want to sing along

Sing from the heart….

Sing from the soul….

God gave you a gift that you need to share

You’re a rock

You’ll get the roll

 

She’s sleeping less and less these days

But she’s writing all through the night

And she knows one day she’ll get her chance

To make her future bright

 

And the words they just keep flowing

And the notes are flowing too

Deep down inside there’s knowing

She’ll be singing to me and you

 

Sing it loud…..

Sing it strong….

Sing it so everybody ’round the world

Will want to sing along

Sing from the heart….

Sing from the soul….

God gave you a gift that you need to share

You’re a rock now get your roll

 

As the years go by

She’s looking back

Walking down the street one day

 

When she hears a voice

Singing one of her songs

It puts a smile upon her face

 

Sing it loud…..

Sing it strong….

Sing it so everybody ’round the world

Will want to sing along

Sing from the heart….

Sing from the soul….

God gave you a gift that you need to share

You’re a rock get

You’ll get the roll

Finale… a poem

REFLECTION

I lost my mind… on a windy day…

It just blew, and blew, and blew until it finally blew away…

Scattered thoughts… across the ground…

Regrets and promises… of lost and found…

And I just sat…in disbelief…

As my thoughts took to the air flying high… my hopes and grief…

At first astonished… was I in wonder…

Staring blankly at the sky… reflective eyes upon this blunder…

Still here am I… on rich, green earth…

Seeking the solace I once had when mother gave me birth…

What will tomorrow… return in token…

Splendor of the good in me or all that has been broken…

How high ascended… will all this go…

Will the Jetstream carry off with it everything I know…

All these remnants… of a life gone by…

Now I see the reason of my plight… my time has come to die…

 

Sweet, but silly… a song

OH, TOMORROW

I shouldn’t have been at all surprised

I saw the look there in your eyes

And I knew

That you

Were… over… me…

 

Still it hit me like a ton of bricks

Ain’t life funny the way it picks

The ones

Who we

Fall… in… love…

 

(up tempo)

Tomorrow….comes

It’s a brand new day

Tomorrow, chase my tears away

Tomorrow, find me a reason to look beyond

My… broken… heart….

Oh, tomorrow

Sing me a brand new song

Tomorrow, don’t make me wait too long

Tomorrow, show me that I can go on

Tomorrow, with…out…her….

Oh, tomorrow

 

Picking up the pieces

Never hurt this much

Feel just like I could use a crutch

To cope

With all

This…emp…ti…ness…

 

But I guess it wasn’t meant to be

With eyes that now I can finally see

That you

Were right

And we…will…move…a…long

 

(up tempo)

Tomorrow….comes

It’s a brand new day

Tomorrow, chase my tears away

Tomorrow, find me a reason to look beyond

My… broken… heart….

Oh, tomorrow

Sing me a brand new song

Tomorrow, don’t make me wait too long

Tomorrow, show me that I can go on

Tomorrow, with…out…her….

Oh, tomorrow

 

Oh, tomorrow

Sing me a brand new song

Tomorrow, don’t make me wait too long

Tomorrow, show me that I can go on

Tomorrow, with…out…her….

Oh, tomorrow

Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh, tomorrow

Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh, tomorrow

Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh, tomorrow

 

Uh-oh…….tomorrow

What then… a poem

COMPENDIUM

 

What vestige would I leave if I left here today?

What would my wife, children and grandchildren say?

If I were I pilot who flew over the world what would be said of my life when unfurled?

How many students would remember my name on the day I retired from vocational fame?

Did I ever get noticed when I took out the trash or mopped the floors after the high school bash?

When I served you your dinner and poured you your wine did you tip me and thank me for being so kind?

How many people on the street corner passed as I held out my hands while my eyes were downcast?

Did you ever thank me for driving the car that safely delivered you home from the bar?

Had I been a doctor or nurse who cared what would be said of the compassion I shared?

When children were born and when we stood over graves did my words matter in the prayers that I prayed?

When I took up arms to defend with my life how did my country treat me after that strife?

No, I’ll never know when comes that day when my final breath has sauntered away.

How can I know if my life made a change in the ways of the world or was I just estranged?

Maybe the answers to this aren’t for me to know before I am cast to the sea.

Before I am buried or put on the shelf my ashes to sit right there by myself.

For in this life I both loved and lost, but more importantly I believed and lived for the Cross!

 

 

 

 

 

Uplifting praise… a song

I WILL LIFT MY PRAISE TO THEE

 

There’s a design that runs so deep

Found within all those who seek

And a truth that’s everlasting to our soul

 

Inside a heart that’s always true

Ever shining through and through

As a witness to our Lord sent from above

 

I will lift my praise to Thee

Over mountains over seas

As the waves oh Holy Spirit leads me true

And in the eyes that cast my way

I will teach them here to say

Blessed is the flock of Jesus me and you

 

Then from on High we learn what’s right

Always seeking out His light

As we glide the path of righteousness and love

 

Our fellow brothers then will see

How His light shines bright in me

Bringing hope and love and joy into this life

 

 

I will lift my praise to Thee

Over mountains over seas

As the waves oh Holy Spirit leads me true

And in the eyes that cast my way

I will teach them here to say

Blessed is the flock of Jesus me and you

 

Now go into the world with praise

Sunny warm or cold, cold days

And be the beacon that our Lord intends for our lives

 

For He will always bring you though

Obstacles of doubt won’t live in you

Born again within the name of Jesus Christ

 

And, I will lift my praise to Thee

Over mountains over seas

As the waves oh Holy Spirit leads me true

And in the eyes that cast my way

I will teach them here to say

Blessed is the flock of Jesus me and you

Yes, I will lift my praise to Thee

Over mountains over seas

As the waves oh Holy Spirit leads me true

And in the eyes that cast my way

I will teach them here to say

Blessed is the flock of Jesus me and you

Sad, slow song… One of my favorites!

MY DYING DAY

 

Inside…..I’m dying

Inside where you can’t see

Once there was innocence

Once I held the key

Lost and abandoned

Describes the heart in me….

The heart in me…..

 

If I reach out my hands to you

It’s something that I’m scared to do

Will you turn your back and walk away….mmm…mmm…

When I’m on the jagged edge

Upon the bridge upon the ledge

Will you be there and make it all okay

Or is this finally…. my dying day……..

 

All the years are crashing in

Suffocating near the end

Where’s the love I had when just a kid

Summer days and ice cold streams

Laughing, loving in my dreams

Suddenly it’s all just gone away….

Suddenly it’s all just gone away-ay-ay….

 

If I reach out my hands to you

It’s something that I’m scared to do

Will you turn your back and walk away….mmm…mmm…mmm…

When I’m on the jagged edge

Upon the bridge upon the ledge

Will you be there and make it all okay

Or is this finally…. my dying day……..

 

Lost and abandoned

Describes the heart in me…..

Of old… a poem

SHAKESPEARE’S TABLE

 

Tis darkness I see upon the textures delighting beckoned below the fire’s eye

Wispy the tendrils trail higher and higher sensation to pallet yet dry

Fig imprisoned in custard plum pudding, oatcake and teacake meander

Savory nectar teasing, delighting whilst sufferance to quench the bystander

Abducted of foul, scalded and hardened, confined by a woven collective

Flagon of grapes whose tears implored, antiquated and silent, reflective

Wilted the oat, barley and wheat from whence subsistence will bare

Arboreal shedding tiny the foliage hint of honeysuckle filling the air

Appeasing in this a humble-laid lair not fit for king nor queen

Alas, now cometh held high as to heaven marrow and essence of wing

Kid upon stick tumbling aimless in hearthside dripping in sputtering sorrow

Licking up embers dancing displaying the secrets of a quasar’s tomorrow

Yet, lest we not ponder from whence richness descends, not mortals who convey the sword

Submissive the servant to this His creation, knee bent, head bowed, praise the Lord