When you thought you were all alone,
So sure that no one understood,
I was saying a prayer for you.
When people chose a different way,
And you didn’t know what to do,
I was saying a prayer for you.
When you were feeling small,
Convinced no one cared at all,
I was saying a prayer for you.
I pray for blessings, for your happiness
For loving friends to surround you
Our Heavenly Father to guide you.
I pray that you will know true love
And in return love others.
My love is my gift to you.
So, just remember someone’s saying a prayer for you,
Yesterday...today...tomorrow,
I will always pray for you.
Jennifer
The Fool (1973-1976)
The dawning of a new day has come,
I curse as my eyes are blinded by the sun.
Stirring, I smile, realizing the day,
Ah, Sunday. Rest, relax, do things my way!
God? Jesus? Church? Sunday School?
Such things are the imaginings of a fool!
There is no soul, no heaven or hell,
To me that’s always been just a fairy tale!
Dressing, I remember telling my mother,
Don’t tell me of Jesus—just don’t you bother!
I’m not so bad. In fact, not one thing would I change!
I really don’t need Him. I have my life all arranged!
For some reason, today I am filled with uneasiness,
Strange, Sundays usually bring me rest—not restlessness!
I can’t imagine why I’m dwelling on thoughts that bring pain,
I really should go outside before these four walls drive me insane!
Suddenly, all around me is a crazy commotion,
People running, crying, full of wild emotion!
Startled and wondering, I grab a passerby,
This is all so confusing. Please, please tell me why!
He told me Jesus Christ had come early today,
And with Him, He gathered His loved ones away!
He said he had been warned, but, he had not made ready,
Now, knowing his doom he could hardly be steady!
Swearing, I pushed him from me. The fool! This is just some joke!
Could what my mother told me be so? Could it be?
Oh, mountains, mountains—fall on me!
I curse as my eyes are blinded by the sun.
Stirring, I smile, realizing the day,
Ah, Sunday. Rest, relax, do things my way!
God? Jesus? Church? Sunday School?
Such things are the imaginings of a fool!
There is no soul, no heaven or hell,
To me that’s always been just a fairy tale!
Dressing, I remember telling my mother,
Don’t tell me of Jesus—just don’t you bother!
I’m not so bad. In fact, not one thing would I change!
I really don’t need Him. I have my life all arranged!
For some reason, today I am filled with uneasiness,
Strange, Sundays usually bring me rest—not restlessness!
I can’t imagine why I’m dwelling on thoughts that bring pain,
I really should go outside before these four walls drive me insane!
Suddenly, all around me is a crazy commotion,
People running, crying, full of wild emotion!
Startled and wondering, I grab a passerby,
This is all so confusing. Please, please tell me why!
He told me Jesus Christ had come early today,
And with Him, He gathered His loved ones away!
He said he had been warned, but, he had not made ready,
Now, knowing his doom he could hardly be steady!
Swearing, I pushed him from me. The fool! This is just some joke!
Could what my mother told me be so? Could it be?
Oh, mountains, mountains—fall on me!
Friends
I took my cares to friends—to one, to two--maybe, three!
Jesus, how long since I took my cares to you?
Advice was given, concern expressed,
No real solutions for my many worries and stress!
Thank God, I finally see!
Who has laid down their life for me?
Michael, Jane, Sally, Sue?
No! Only you, Lord, only you!
Friends shall come and friends shall go,
Sad, yet I know this is so!
Their words and advice diminish as foam on the sea,
Still, when their words pass away, Lord, Yours will always be!
Jesus, how long since I took my cares to you?
Advice was given, concern expressed,
No real solutions for my many worries and stress!
Thank God, I finally see!
Who has laid down their life for me?
Michael, Jane, Sally, Sue?
No! Only you, Lord, only you!
Friends shall come and friends shall go,
Sad, yet I know this is so!
Their words and advice diminish as foam on the sea,
Still, when their words pass away, Lord, Yours will always be!
If These Things Be So (1973-1976)
Jesus, they say you are just a glorified man,
Not God incarnate, no piercings in Your hand!
And, I am told that one day I will be as Thee,
My good works gaining me great majesty!
So, Father, to what purpose is the “Pearl of Great Price?
Was it really needful to send Your revelations, twice?
The gospel and its letters to me seem quite complete,
Lord, I see no need to add to your words—so sweet!
And is man’s eternal happiness measure by his many wives?
Or, Lord, is it how unto thee we consecrate our lives?
These sayings are perplexing, causing my spirit to be smitten,
For, Lord, in your word, I have found it to be written:
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God”! (John 1:1) “And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth”. (John 1:14)
Not God incarnate, no piercings in Your hand!
And, I am told that one day I will be as Thee,
My good works gaining me great majesty!
So, Father, to what purpose is the “Pearl of Great Price?
Was it really needful to send Your revelations, twice?
The gospel and its letters to me seem quite complete,
Lord, I see no need to add to your words—so sweet!
And is man’s eternal happiness measure by his many wives?
Or, Lord, is it how unto thee we consecrate our lives?
These sayings are perplexing, causing my spirit to be smitten,
For, Lord, in your word, I have found it to be written:
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God”! (John 1:1) “And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld His glory, as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth”. (John 1:14)
First Love (1973-1976)
Why did I forsake thee, O, my First Love?
Thou Didst hold me to thee as a sweet, gentle dove!
Protectively, with Thy mighty right arm,
Thou didst keep me from all the world’s harm!
Words of compassion, mercy and love were your lure,
And, somehow, in your love I knew I was secure!
Thou didst truly speak words of truth and wisdom,
Promising me a portion of Thy grand and glorious kingdom!
Yet, even so, I allowed my eyes to become blind,
Now, in sin, my soul is confined!
With unclean hands, I have touched the world’s treasure,
Leaving you, my Love, for earthly pleasure!
In my soul—distortion and confusion now abound,
Crying out to you, Love, I long to drive out the sound.
And though my heart lies saying, “All is lost! Thou has failed the test”!
Your words, my Love, beckon, “Come, I will give thee rest”!
Thou Didst hold me to thee as a sweet, gentle dove!
Protectively, with Thy mighty right arm,
Thou didst keep me from all the world’s harm!
Words of compassion, mercy and love were your lure,
And, somehow, in your love I knew I was secure!
Thou didst truly speak words of truth and wisdom,
Promising me a portion of Thy grand and glorious kingdom!
Yet, even so, I allowed my eyes to become blind,
Now, in sin, my soul is confined!
With unclean hands, I have touched the world’s treasure,
Leaving you, my Love, for earthly pleasure!
In my soul—distortion and confusion now abound,
Crying out to you, Love, I long to drive out the sound.
And though my heart lies saying, “All is lost! Thou has failed the test”!
Your words, my Love, beckon, “Come, I will give thee rest”!
Redemption (1973-1976)
Calvary—a place of tears, agony, want and despair.
A place called the “skull”, there our sins you did bare!
With repeated echoes of each hammered nail,
We are reminded that it is by Your blood, we’ve gained victory ‘ore hell!
Your precious blood spilling from each wound in Your flesh,
Purchased for our souls the gift and offer of starting afresh!
Though Your body was tormented, You laid naked and in need,
You found compassion, and on a cross, a thief was set free!
Oh, this was not the end of Your sorrow, suffering and grief,
There yet was before you a journey—a place of gnashing of teeth!
Hanging Your head, You gave up the ghost,
And, God declared You, “our Righteousness” before all the heavenly host!
Thank you, Lord, for carrying my guilt and shame,
For suffering unto the death, releasing me from all blame!
Yes, redemption is simple, at least for me,
But, sweet Jesus, was it for thee?
A place called the “skull”, there our sins you did bare!
With repeated echoes of each hammered nail,
We are reminded that it is by Your blood, we’ve gained victory ‘ore hell!
Your precious blood spilling from each wound in Your flesh,
Purchased for our souls the gift and offer of starting afresh!
Though Your body was tormented, You laid naked and in need,
You found compassion, and on a cross, a thief was set free!
Oh, this was not the end of Your sorrow, suffering and grief,
There yet was before you a journey—a place of gnashing of teeth!
Hanging Your head, You gave up the ghost,
And, God declared You, “our Righteousness” before all the heavenly host!
Thank you, Lord, for carrying my guilt and shame,
For suffering unto the death, releasing me from all blame!
Yes, redemption is simple, at least for me,
But, sweet Jesus, was it for thee?
My Beloved (1973-1976)
I cannot say no to thee, my love.
For in doing so, I say no to me!
Your sorrows and disappointments, I’ll bear,
Knowing burdens are lightened if together they're shared!
Beloved, I would never turn thee away,
Nor refuse to listen to what you have to say!
The world’s worries and confusion shall never cease,
But, our moments together shall be your sweet haven of peace!
For in doing so, I say no to me!
Your sorrows and disappointments, I’ll bear,
Knowing burdens are lightened if together they're shared!
Beloved, I would never turn thee away,
Nor refuse to listen to what you have to say!
The world’s worries and confusion shall never cease,
But, our moments together shall be your sweet haven of peace!
My Rose (1973-1976)
My Rose was planted on lush, fertile ground,
Though, it must first be sought to truly be found!
Never has a rose held such allure, such beauty,
No, never again shall there be one such as Thee!
Your rich petals unfold, outreaching and full,
They seem to beckon, “Come, savor! My scent is sweet, pure”.
“Smell, you’ll not be disappointed, this is for sure!”
How can I keep such sweetness and beauty to myself?
Would it not be a sin? No, I must go and display it!
Yes, this very day!
The name of my Rose? Well, to some, the Rose of Sharon.To me—Jesus the Christ!
Though, it must first be sought to truly be found!
Never has a rose held such allure, such beauty,
No, never again shall there be one such as Thee!
Your rich petals unfold, outreaching and full,
They seem to beckon, “Come, savor! My scent is sweet, pure”.
“Smell, you’ll not be disappointed, this is for sure!”
How can I keep such sweetness and beauty to myself?
Would it not be a sin? No, I must go and display it!
Yes, this very day!
The name of my Rose? Well, to some, the Rose of Sharon.To me—Jesus the Christ!
A Rock (1973-1976)
What does a rock represent? Strength, stability.
A rock gives neither one way nor the other.
A rock can represent patience, for it remains steadfast…
unless or until it is move by some force.
I have found the most precious Rock!
He, too, is steadfast, stable, sturdy and strong!
I have found Him to be Someone Who can always be relied upon!
Oh, one day, a mighty Force will move my Rock.
On that day great shouts from heaven and earth shall resound,
Until that great and terrible day, my Rock remains ever the same,
A comfort, a solace to all who kneel before Him on holy ground.
My Rock has a name, which will never change—The Rock of Salvation!
Jesus the Christ!
A rock gives neither one way nor the other.
A rock can represent patience, for it remains steadfast…
unless or until it is move by some force.
I have found the most precious Rock!
He, too, is steadfast, stable, sturdy and strong!
I have found Him to be Someone Who can always be relied upon!
Oh, one day, a mighty Force will move my Rock.
On that day great shouts from heaven and earth shall resound,
Until that great and terrible day, my Rock remains ever the same,
A comfort, a solace to all who kneel before Him on holy ground.
My Rock has a name, which will never change—The Rock of Salvation!
Jesus the Christ!
Infinity (1973-1976)
I looked toward the mountains, the hills and the sea.
My God, do such possess infinity?
The heavens? The moon? The stars?
My God, these?
“Nay, not so! For all these things shall soon pass away”.
What then, Lord? What then is infinite?
“I AM the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End! I AM Infinity!
“And, thee, if I abide in you and ye in me!”
My God, do such possess infinity?
The heavens? The moon? The stars?
My God, these?
“Nay, not so! For all these things shall soon pass away”.
What then, Lord? What then is infinite?
“I AM the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End! I AM Infinity!
“And, thee, if I abide in you and ye in me!”
Peace (1973-1976)
Lord, did you not say, “Peace I leave you.
My peace I give unto you, not as the world giveth, give I you”?
So, I sought to find peace in the graceful mountains with their snow covered peaks,
Or, perhaps, in the gentle composure of a sweet babe at sleep.
I sought to find peace by the sea, with all its vast endlessness,
Thinking, “Surely, here, my soul would cease from its restlessness!”
I sat afar off wanting to capture all my eyes could behold,
The sands seemed to beckon as upon them mighty waves did unfold!
Lord, these, Your creations have brought me much joy and pleasure,
And, the impact each has made on my life truly cannot be measured.
Still, my soul is burning with such agony and pain,
For I know that in such things, my search for peace is in vain!
“Did I not say, “Not as the world giveth, give I you”? Children, your thinking must be renewed!
“The world measures peace in moments, pleasures, places, things!
But, such is not my peace of which the angels do sing!
“My peace is found within! Reassuring, comforting, guiding!
And, with it, My child, thou shalt not be found wanting!
Though the earth and all its splendor end and cease to be,
Yea, on that day--in that very moment, thou shalt be in glory with Me!”
My peace I give unto you, not as the world giveth, give I you”?
So, I sought to find peace in the graceful mountains with their snow covered peaks,
Or, perhaps, in the gentle composure of a sweet babe at sleep.
I sought to find peace by the sea, with all its vast endlessness,
Thinking, “Surely, here, my soul would cease from its restlessness!”
I sat afar off wanting to capture all my eyes could behold,
The sands seemed to beckon as upon them mighty waves did unfold!
Lord, these, Your creations have brought me much joy and pleasure,
And, the impact each has made on my life truly cannot be measured.
Still, my soul is burning with such agony and pain,
For I know that in such things, my search for peace is in vain!
“Did I not say, “Not as the world giveth, give I you”? Children, your thinking must be renewed!
“The world measures peace in moments, pleasures, places, things!
But, such is not my peace of which the angels do sing!
“My peace is found within! Reassuring, comforting, guiding!
And, with it, My child, thou shalt not be found wanting!
Though the earth and all its splendor end and cease to be,
Yea, on that day--in that very moment, thou shalt be in glory with Me!”
The Tree (1973-1976)
Takes these sins, O, Lord, from me,
Here I lay them at Calvary.
All my burdens suddenly flee,
Nailed forever to that tree!
God’s sweet grace, how it overflowed,
The precious blood of Jesus has lifted my load!
No more sorrow, fear or doubt,
God has given me something to sing about!
Oh, Sweet Jesus, I sing unto Thee,
Of Thy Tender mercies, Thy blessed liberty!
In Thy name, all things I may ask,
God has promised to surely bring to past!
Thank you, Dear Lord, for dying on that tree,
Your act of unfailing love has set hungry hearts free!
And, yet, never once do you ask us to repay,
The debts Your blood purchased on that dark day!
Here I lay them at Calvary.
All my burdens suddenly flee,
Nailed forever to that tree!
God’s sweet grace, how it overflowed,
The precious blood of Jesus has lifted my load!
No more sorrow, fear or doubt,
God has given me something to sing about!
Oh, Sweet Jesus, I sing unto Thee,
Of Thy Tender mercies, Thy blessed liberty!
In Thy name, all things I may ask,
God has promised to surely bring to past!
Thank you, Dear Lord, for dying on that tree,
Your act of unfailing love has set hungry hearts free!
And, yet, never once do you ask us to repay,
The debts Your blood purchased on that dark day!
A Planting of the Lord (1973-1976)
So, the Lord has sent you a bundle of joy?
See, it really made no difference whether girl or boy!
You’ll be your child’s example; his spiritual guide,
But, don’t fret. You’ll always have Jesus by your side.
The Lord will bless you with patience each day,
Pouring out knowledge and wisdom along the way!
When your child asks questions, don’t dismay,
Just point him to Calvary, say, “Jesus is the way!”
Your child shall abound and have babes of his own,
And, your grandchildren will stand also, from the seeds you have sown!
See, it really made no difference whether girl or boy!
You’ll be your child’s example; his spiritual guide,
But, don’t fret. You’ll always have Jesus by your side.
The Lord will bless you with patience each day,
Pouring out knowledge and wisdom along the way!
When your child asks questions, don’t dismay,
Just point him to Calvary, say, “Jesus is the way!”
Your child shall abound and have babes of his own,
And, your grandchildren will stand also, from the seeds you have sown!
Promptings
It starts with a whisper,
God’s still small voice.
But, busyness, busyness always abounds,
Till busyness, busyness drowns out the sound.
It starts with a piercing,
My conscience is seared.
But, no time for the pain. No, no time for the sorrow.
Surely, there’ll be time tomorrow, tomorrow.
It starts with a rumble,
Off some beaten shore.
“Mighty mountains, mighty mountains.
Oh, how they’re crumbled.
Yet, vainly insistent, I refuse to be humbled.
It starts with the thunder,
The sound's closer now.
Hail! Lightning are flashed down to the ground!
Oh, where can I hide? Never to be found. No, never to be found.
It starts with a SHOUT--God's holy NOW!
And, fearing the earth will swallow me whole, I'm finally still and I humbly bow low.
Truthfully? My heart and soul are weary. So, no more retreat, no more retreat.
Still, I wonder, why, oh why, Lord
did it take you
so long
to finally
speak?
AmmMaw
God’s still small voice.
But, busyness, busyness always abounds,
Till busyness, busyness drowns out the sound.
It starts with a piercing,
My conscience is seared.
But, no time for the pain. No, no time for the sorrow.
Surely, there’ll be time tomorrow, tomorrow.
It starts with a rumble,
Off some beaten shore.
“Mighty mountains, mighty mountains.
Oh, how they’re crumbled.
Yet, vainly insistent, I refuse to be humbled.
It starts with the thunder,
The sound's closer now.
Hail! Lightning are flashed down to the ground!
Oh, where can I hide? Never to be found. No, never to be found.
It starts with a SHOUT--God's holy NOW!
And, fearing the earth will swallow me whole, I'm finally still and I humbly bow low.
Truthfully? My heart and soul are weary. So, no more retreat, no more retreat.
Still, I wonder, why, oh why, Lord
did it take you
so long
to finally
speak?
AmmMaw
A Psalm for Linda
This psalm was written just prior to my best friend's passing
(I would like this read at my funeral)
Thou, O God, are the Keeper of my soul.
As a dove resting in Your hand,
I am made to be still.
Your tender embrace comforts me.
Your heartbeat is ever so near.
I am covered by the softness of your breath.
Your quiet whisper is known to me.
O Lord, I love to be in your presence.
My heart leaps at Your appearing,
Rejoices at Your return!
Yea, my soul is quickened at Your word!
Come, let us run barefoot through dewy grasses!
Like deer, we will drink by crystal streams.
We will rest in safety,
Good fruit shall be our portion.
Thy name is Peace.
Blessing is on Thy lips.
Thou art above me,
I am drawn to thee.
O God, my God, you are the Keeper of my soul--
Forever!
by AmmMaw
(I would like this read at my funeral)
Thou, O God, are the Keeper of my soul.
As a dove resting in Your hand,
I am made to be still.
Your tender embrace comforts me.
Your heartbeat is ever so near.
I am covered by the softness of your breath.
Your quiet whisper is known to me.
O Lord, I love to be in your presence.
My heart leaps at Your appearing,
Rejoices at Your return!
Yea, my soul is quickened at Your word!
Come, let us run barefoot through dewy grasses!
Like deer, we will drink by crystal streams.
We will rest in safety,
Good fruit shall be our portion.
Thy name is Peace.
Blessing is on Thy lips.
Thou art above me,
I am drawn to thee.
O God, my God, you are the Keeper of my soul--
Forever!
by AmmMaw
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