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| I know not how these feelings came,
As I stand amid the clensing rain,
And gaze away to north and east,
For the ones whose love I thought ceaset,
But the sun rises from its bed,
And turns the clouds a duller red,
And see not the beautiful face,
As standing in the drisle of this place,
And my heart does rest into the mud,
Pain and sorrow do together flood,
Awaiting the day you come to me,
In my mind where you should be.
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| Speak Not
where you do not understand,
Walk not, where you fear to go,
Take not, an unstable hand,
Fear, what you do not know.
For up and under and behind,
The path of life does sometime wind,
And up and over, it can bind,
A love that cannot be kind.
And from this love I cannot flee,
It holds to my heart so tight,
And all I want is to be,
Free to go to sleep at night.
For farther up and farther in,
This knife of pain slowly goes,
For in the end it will win,
But when that is, no one knows. | | |
| Melody and harmony come together in my mind.
And flow as one so sweet and kind.
And the music sooths away my aches and pain.
It keeps me whole and makes me sane.
But the music fades,
And grows in shades,
And with each note,
Speeds a stroke,
Of pen and ink,
And makes me silent think.
For after a hard day in work and toil,
Earning my living from the soil,
Work and slave and serve away,
Waiting for the end of day,
Music sooths my worried mind,
And puts it to rest so sweet and kind.
And when the sun shines down on my weary head,
I makes fly my aches and urges me to bed.
So tired I lay in comfort, safe and sound,
While my music whispers in my mind all around.
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| So Im not much of a Photographer... but these are my roses and I love them so I thought I'd put them on here...
Perdy ain't they?
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| So this is my tribute site
Tribute to those who were lost... to those who are in trying times... basicly to anyone...
To those in trying times, I'm going to take Evans lead and write a Psalm.
My Psalm.
Oh Lord my rock, in times of need.
You hear my cry and take heed,
You lead me out of the firey plain,
You keep me whole and keep me sane.
Oh Lord Almighty ruler of all,
Maker of everything big and small.
Whose hand dug out the oceans deep,
Whose voice whispers me to sleep.
Oh Lord of all please hear my cry,
Though thou in Heaven above the sky,
Be with us all and guide our steps,
Lead us out of sins dark depths.
Oh Lord giver of everlasting life,
Keep us clean and free from stife.
And for those who fall along the way,
Help them stand and with you stay.
For all of us fall and sometimes sin,
And for those who fell, I offer this prayer,
Amen.
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