| If I Had A Wish
If I had a wish that I could wish
I would wish that you would always love me.
If I had another wish that I could wish
I would wish that you would be with me forever.
If you had a wish that you could wish
Would you wish that I would always love you?
If you had a wish that you could wish
Would you wish that I would be with you forever?
If you have had that wish that you could wish
Then your wish has come true -
And so has the wish that I would wish if I had a wish.
I Love You. We Complement Each Other - You and I
We complement each other - you and I,
You are "I want to do it,"
I am "Let’s think about it."
As usual - together the halves make a whole.
We complement each other - you and I,
We are both madly in love with each other,
We are dedicated to each other,
We are meaningful together.
We complement each other - you and I,
We share the duties with little conversation,
Our love lets us share
Thoughts that others do not have.
We complement each other - you and I,
There’s not much more to say,
Our love is so incredible that no matter what,
We complement each other - you and I.
The We That God Gave Us
Times of love,
Times of grace,
Years of waking up
To your sweet, lovely face.
Times of sorrow,
Times of tears,
Years of having you
To love away my fears.
As I have you,
You have me,
We are us,
Us is we.
Our love was beautiful
Thirty years ago,
Now it is amazing,
Incredible, mind-boggling.
Thinking of you
Being in love with me,
Makes me dizzy
And it’s difficult to see.
When I think
of the beauty that is you,
I’m so thankful it was us
On whom God’s love sparks flew.
Our love is so complete
I sometimes get silly, or nervous,
Living in awe of the magnificence
That is the we that God gave us.
Circuit Rider
Pioneer minister
dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,
on the back of a strong steed,
traverses the country side.
Residents of the woods
perk up, looking towards the commotion,
disturbing their solitude,
on a country Sunday morning.
Lazy autumn leaves
in silent mid-motion while falling,
feel the Lord’s reigning presence,
in the minister’s passing.
Rifle across saddle
a problematic duality
quiet pen with screaming sword
peace and violent protection.
Sermon in drifting thoughts,
or at least significant scriptures,
interminable miles pass
under knowing, pounding hooves.
Church waits - anticipates
in a grove of tall hickory trees.
salvation starved pioneers
waiting for the word of the Lord.
Business on Saturday,
baptism at water’s edge by candle light
services Sunday morning
minister heads toward his next church.
Pioneer minister
dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,
on the back of a strong steed,
traverses the country side. |
