Church, the body of Christ

My home be far,
The journey be long,
Through it all in life,
Blessed by the body of Christ.

A Longing

Longing for that memory,
Over the valley and hills,
Visions that stay with me,
Every moment that I feel.....

A Purpose

In life as with all things,
From a babe to a man,
Living to death's final scene,
Time shifts like hourglass sands.

Questioned on the purpose,
Trembling at the pain,
Wondering what else be worst,
In the soul, hope be faint.

Yet, not seen on the surface,
A reason to be sought,
Written in life a purpose,
There within, prepared by God.

Against the odds......

A battle rages through the night,
Immovable spirits that would not be,
Unstoppable force that cannot be denied,
A clash that lives on in all their memories....

To never yield......

Fast, lithe and demanding,
The hall be a battlefield,
Physical exhaustion notwithstanding,
Sheer Will to fight and never yield.....

In God all things are possible

The life that would not be,
Plans, not of our own,
A purpose, a reason we cannot see,
Guided are we to the unknown.

Though our paths be broken,
Our walk, we stumble and fall,
Doubts in our minds, often
Yet in He, we trust and adore.

Familiar like the air we breathe,
Our fingers recognize the feel,
A song we know in the life we live,
Beautiful as a flower we stopped to kneel.

Surrounded by this Love,
Through all the troubles we face,
In prayer, He reaches us from above,
Our God, our Lord, our Savior, our Grace.....