Newtown

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We were meant to live in wholeness
But this world keeps coming apart
Life is not what it should be
You feel the ache in every heart
Sometimes it seems conflicted
Trying to live with hope each day
Dear God help us to remember
The reason that You came
To heal the broken heared
And to comfort those who mourn
So I bring a contrite spirit
As I cry out for the torn
The bleeding and the shattered
To somehow be restored
Scoop up lifes scattered pieces
And place them in your hands
To bring the broken together
In the wounded Son of man

Shallow

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Shallow

Dreams radiant with colors
Hope dressed in seasonal desire
Each passing day, flush with fruition
And every plan carefully laid
The myriads of all the precious things
That push the real gifts far away
Yet somewhere there is a deep longing
An inescapable ache
Like looking at beautiful reflections
On the surface of a lake
All the while knowing it’s so shallow
That there’s nothing underneath
And so the glimmer of all we make
And all that we must have
Will never fill the void
Or bring the peace we crave
Seeking salvation for the season
And for the coming year
Lies in an acquaintance with deeper waters
And a life designed by giving
For more than just a day

Christmas list

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My Grand-daughter asked me again this year, what I wanted for Christmas, and I realized I didn’t really get my wish list filled last Christmas. Looks like Santa’s falling down on the job…No, it’s not world peace, but it’s probably nearly as intangible. Maybe that’s the problem.

My Christmas List

1.To have the courage to do what God wants me to, without thinking twice.

2. To never feel ashamed again.

3. To accomplish something would be nice. …

4. To see the sick healed.

5. To live life with meaning.

6. To see wholeness in those I know and love.

7. And never again face regret.

So…what’s on your list?

The summer country

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The summer country

Remember a glow
Golden in retrospect
The warmth of an endless afternoon
In undying youth
Breezes scented by a thousand blossoming things
We long to return to what was and will always be
Always here within us
Where we are meant to dwell
And that for which
We will never stop searching
Words like heaven and Paradise
Can not contain it
All of our senses can not contain it
But in the radiance of the coming day
In the light of a new morning
The distant sound of crystal chimes on the wind
The songs of angels whispered on the breeze
Will be calling us away
To live with our hearts open
Never to be broken again
In the fullness of Gods embrace