Saturday, August 8, 2015

I Visit Where You Lay


I visit you where you lay
Awaiting this resurrection that was promised
I visit in the summer heat
I visit in the winter cold
All the seasons gone under the sun
Some flowers I leave
A stone I take

This heart I wear on my sleeve
You were taken from me tears apart my faith
Feeling as if the promise of heaven is make-believe
I dream of you
I talk to you every day
Sometimes I wonder if you can hear in your own special way

Perhaps I will return to dust
Perhaps without this heart like the tin man I will rust
Now I lay me down to sleep
Not caring if the Lord my soul he keeps
The swallows fly
The ravens see
These harbingers they bring me rest
You're amongst angels
Give them my best

A Father's Thoughts on Easter Sunday

A Father's Thoughts on Easter Sunday
When I was a boy I dreamt of Jesus
He handed me a chocolate cross; I refused
Now on this day of Resurrection

I ignore the peel of church bells calling the faithful and sinner alike
Instead I weep at the headstone that marks where you lay
Across the fields children run to and thro
Collecting Easter eggs in baskets

I wonder when I die
Would my faith be questioned as my soul begs entry into Heaven's Gate?
Will I be welcomed by the choirs, thrones, and principalities?
Will I feel God's warm embrace?
Would I face the crucible in the pits of hell?

Oh my child, my son look at what is been done to us