With All the Bells of Heaven

As I’m reeling from feelings of uncertainty and anxiety,
You come to turn my mourning into dancing, prancing
Like the deer across the mountain slopes of your love
From above, even as you give me a newer song to sing
Long into the night free from the fright of every blight
With promises of more than a share in unending care,
So how can I not sing in the comfort you bring to me?
And with this, joy wells up with all the bells of heaven!

Happier Days Are Coming

Happier days are coming, blooming within the soul
Of the one who waits expectantly with living hope
And expectation in anticipation of fresh joy untold
With bold confidence that happier days are coming,
Looming large on the horizon as prayers bear their
Weight in heaven above, from where all blessings
Flow as sacred wind blows, rushing in with answers
To supplications made in humility with the ability
To believe, relieving distress and dismay with rays
Of bright light flooding every part of the heart now
. . .
Happier days are coming, blooming within the soul
Of the one who waits expectantly with living hope
And expectation in anticipation of fresh joy untold,
So be bold! And hold on! Happier days are coming!

Waiting is the Hardest Part

Waiting for you is the hardest part,
As it tears at the fabric of the heart
That is already in the clutches of love
Above all else, my dove, and it makes
For an excellent bout with doubt,
Wondering if he is really worthy,
Asking if there will be only disdain
Such that this waiting is but in vain,
Pulling at his very spirit to abstain;
Ah! But have we come this far in life
So rife with pain to throw away gain
Of love to be found in the sound
Of our two hearts beating as one?
So shall we meet and seat ourselves
Neath the same sun with love begun
And discover together if our destiny
Lies along one common path or two;
But waiting is still the hardest part,
Tearing at the fabric of this heart . . .

All Will Be Well

When life seems so confusing, all I have to do is look to you;
In your eyes you hold all of my thoughts and every emotion
And all of the commotion and turmoil raging in my own soul,
And your smile and gentle touch does much to calm my fears,
And you wipe away every tear and hear all of my concerns,
Like mother with child so weak and mild, your bosom strong,
And long do you listen and glisten with peace and serenity,
Which flow from your heart into the low places of my own,
Where seeds of love are sown from the high heavens above;
Ah! When life seems like a mess, I only have to confess to you,
And suddenly I am caught up into the stream of your dream
For me alone, and I know then all will be well in you alone . . .

The Query Psalm

When you came to me in the wasted land I was at the door of death,
And you stooped low and, face to face, breathed on me your breath,
But I was so utterly weary I didn’t even know what you were doing,
So I heard the sound of your voice as you lifted me from the ground,
Telling me all would be alright as you walked on through the night;
And I could scarcely comprehend, but you did not reprimand me;
We only travelled on and then I only remember awakening one day,
Lying in green pastures with the serene stream gurgling nearby me,
And you were there, so near and dear, tenderly tending my wounds,
And later I was able to eat and drink and stand on my very own feet,
And you smiled wide, embraced me, and I could feel your heart beat;
Then I looked around in awe as I saw hundreds and thousands here,
Each of them dear to your heart, my Beloved, but what of me now?
You’ve not left me bereft of your love, but is there something more?
You know that I adore you more than any other, but is there more?
No, I am not abused or misused by your hand, but is there yet more?
Oh! I see the sand in the distance and ask, ‘Am I part of your band?’
Yes, I see the sand in the distance and ask, ‘Am I part of your band?’
Ah! There must be some reason that I will know in due season . . .
Because you came and found me, not I you, and you redeemed me;
Yes, when I was at death’s door, you breathed on me your breath . . .
Of Life

When Life Makes No Sense

Sometimes my days and nights make no sense at all,
And I find myself beating my head against the wall,
So I cry out and shout into the vacant air in despair,
But this is when I need you to feed my hungry heart

Hold me closer, hold me tight and be my guiding light;
Let me see your face, your eyes and behold your sight,
Because I cannot win this fight; I need all your might!

Sometimes my life seems like some vagabond waste,
And I taste the bitter gall and just run away in haste,
But I have nowhere to go except to you, my Beloved,
So I am crying out to you, trying to reach your bosom

Hold me closer, hold me tight and be my guiding light;
Let me see your face, your eyes and behold your sight,
Because I cannot win this fight; I need all your might!

Papers lay crumpled on the floor,
Loneliness strikes me to the core,
But it’s only you that I truly adore

Hold me closer, hold me tight and be my guiding light;
Let me see your face, your eyes and behold your sight,
Because I cannot win this fight; I need all your might!

Yeah, I need you in this fight; I need all of your might!

Sometimes my days and nights make no sense at all,
And I find myself beating my head against the wall,
So I cry out and shout into the vacant air in despair,
But this is when I need you to feed my hungry heart

Step by Step: A Pilgrimage

Step by step, day by day he makes his way
And does not stay in one place as he paces
Forward along the path of life to his home
Far away yet so near and dear to his heart
And every part of his being is seeing home
That one day he’ll reach across the breach
Of time and space in a rhythm with chime
Of hopeful faith he carries along a journey
He began long ago when decided to forgo
All of the calls of this world and its glamor
And the clamor of earth, place of his birth
So . . .
Step by step, day by day he makes his way