Emotions Run Deep
Deep In The Valley Of Pain.
I fear the pouring of rain,
Hush my sweet, you must not cry.
Daddy will visit by and by.
Gone with the angels, like a new born.
Rejoice little one, please don’t mourn.
A simple tiny bud
Grows to maturity, blooms
Fragrance grace garden
I saw beauty standing there on the sidewalk.
Boyishly followed you for several blocks.
I love the flow of your bright auburn hair,
the way you walk with grace and flair.
God is the ruler of this great earth.
He is the King of the universe.
Many happy moments, he gives,
Praise his holy name, Jesus lives.
An enigma penetrates the heart of society, slowly moving
among its people, unseen by most, but noticed by few. We are
far too busy with our day-to-day lives to notice what is
happening right before our very own eyes. We have
Walking with a younger person, alive and well.
Dismissed by others as they stand to talk a spell.
All questions directed to the young person’s ears.
Alone, quietly sitting wondering what tomorrow will bring.
Oh it is the beginning of spring, the sweet scent of lavender
soon to fill the air, the yellow buttercups painting the
fields, while grasshoppers jump along the banks of the
Lord today I want to offer my humble apology. I don’t know
why Lord but I never call you by your name. I call you God,
Father, King, Master. You are all that, oh yes indeed you are.
They see ya comin when you drive through the door of the quick fix change transmission fluid store.
They see ya comin when they spot your gender, for they know they are the knowledgeable vendor.