My love gave me the green grass,
I lay down there to rest.
He gave me flowers of many colors,
Which line my ways.
Though the world rages like a tempest,
As I look to him, He gives me peace.
He watches over me.
His stars brighten my way by night,
And my day is adorned by His sun.
Know that the Lord is love.
His love is a living blanket,
Covering all who love Him and do His will.
My love has given me the green grass,
Where I lay down and rest.
~FS
Getting on with the business of spiritual life~
All the doors are closing,
The old desires dropping,
Like so many articles of clothing,
Falling to the floor.
Let’s get on with the business of spiritual life~
So you couldn’t quite do it?
You couldn’t really make it?
‘Cause life’s too long,
And love’s too short:
And everything is moving all around,
It’s impossible to keep your feet upon the ground.
It’s time to get it going, get it going,
Live like spirit you are,
The spirit you are, you are spirit,
You are.
Jesus loves you, yes He does,
In the fields and in the woods,
You’re flying beyond land and sea,
In your holy spiritual body.
Time to get going,
Eternity is waking,
This world fading,
Look and see…
Come with Me, come with Me.
The life you’ve wanted,
You’ve always vaunted,
Will be lived only,
Spiritually.
~FS
Has the world ever produced,
a man or woman:
Who sought perfection,
humbly,
to be like God?
Rather than,
pridefully,
to be a god!!!
Are not mankind’s perfections,
all his aspirations,
the deadly fuel,
of selfish ambitions?
Bound by this earthly frame,
all activity leads to infame,
hopes and desires inflame,
and sadly make men insane:
Worshiping ourselves,
and not our Creator.
~FS
I’m very glad we’re still together you and me,
Although we’ve lost so many others,
So many, many others lost already.
Thank you Lord, for raising Lazarus,
And giving hope to all of us.
I touch you as I hold my breath,
Are you still breathing?
Yes, you’re still breathing.
Thank God! That you’re still breathing!
You’ll be with me a little longer,
Though the clock is ticking,
Predicting weeping,
Before this day is over.
I’m glad that we’re still breathing,
For one more day of living,
Forestalling days of crying,
Bewildered days of dying,
Losing all the ones we’re loving.
Loving all the ones we’re losing.
~FS
I am strong in body,
I am sound of mind,
I am alone in spirit,
Abandoned in soul,
Aching in the quiet,
Silent in the darkness,
Waiting in hope,
Hoping in awaiting,
Abiding in action,
Passing this life,
In endless motion,
Hungry and thirsty,
Never satisfied,
Yearning for Jesus,
Expecting salvation,
Sighing inwardly,
Anguishing emptily,
Under this sun,
My eyes searching,
Looking to the stars,
Lit by moonlight,
Watered by tears,
I am planted in this earth,
Rooted in this soil,
Grasping towards heaven,
A timeless vessel,
Made to be filled,
Holding open…
~FS
Crossing over the river Jordan,
Leaving those other things behind,
Crossing over is the joy I’m having,
And I’m believing;
It’s a whole new state of mind.
He touched my soul,
That set me free,
I could walk on water,
Or nearly.
I found it in a desert land,
Bare feet in the river sand~
Naked,
Walking under a desert sun,
Oh, that life’s nearly done,
Oh, this one’s just begun,
Yes, I’m crossing over,
The river Jordan.
~FS
Approaching You, within my heart,
With nobody else in the way, I ask:
What have I to give you, Lord?
You, who made it all?
Searching, it would seem,
I have only gifts of vanity,
Sundry rationalized items,
Made ‘pure’ in a crucible,
Of base desires and good intentions.
Am I true?
And my gifts to You~
Is there any vein of gold,
In this fool’s dross?
What would You have me give, O Lord?
For I am only a question in the presence of You.
I am filled with every kind of uncertainty,
Shrouded in layers of abject perplexity~
Am I a whisper of your humility?
Or a dissolving vapor of pride?
God, am I Cain or am I Able?
~FS
I am searching for something,
In the waning light,
As night settles upon me.
A pregnant calm fills me.
With unbirthed thoughts,
Rampant and unfulfilled,
Swirling and whispering within me…
Is there something I should know?
Is there something I’ve forgotten?
If only I knew, maybe then I would be…
Knowing.
But a delicate nothing,
Presses upon me,
Its phantom weight,
Powerfully,
Confoundingly,
Questioning me.
What?
What is it I do not know?
Everything.
Like the echo of this sullen breeze,
Blowing through my half-opened window,
Gently tapping along the hallway,
Coming towards me alone,
Into my room, waiting.
Promising,
Eluding,
Yearning,
For a little look behind the veil.
~FS
We were in the wrong place,
at the wrong time,
you and me~
dear raccoon.
Every story, after all,
ends with death.
Ours ended,
before it began~
with your death,
(fortunately for me)
and not my own.
All of creation,
groans.
I groan with you,
dear raccoon,
dear raccoon,
and with all of creation.
~FS
Life passes in a haze, through a cloud of forgetting.
I know not who I am; where I’m going is unclear.
And what I’ve been, I am no longer.
I loved you and touched you. I felt you and knew you.
I moved in your direction; heard your voice and I followed.
I was as newborn; and I could see clearly.
I was fresh, life bright, and lived in your reflection.
That’s what I remember; it is hard to believe, from where I now stand, groping through a persistent fog.
Yet, even from this strange, lonesome vantage, I see you are with me still; and I love you.
I carry on.
You are the light of morning, the sun that brightens every day; the gentle comfort in the shadows of evening.
You warm the depths of my darkest night.
And because of you, I have a great hope.
~FS
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