In shadows deep where troubles see athe and pain does oft recall, Is it better thus to bear the grieve than not have breathed at all? For life, in sacred trust bestowed by hands that sculpt the spheres, Holds more than just the paths we’ve trod—beyond our fleeting fears.
Yes, life is holy, gifted pure, from the Creator’s loving plea, A tapestry, both rich and sure, woven with threads of sanctity. Through valleys low where darkness lies, His light forever proves That life itself, through Jesus’ eyes, is precious and it moves.
For in His love, we find the strength to rise beyond our pain, To bear our crosses, stretch our lengths, in loss there’s much to gain. Though trials come and storms may rage, and tears like rivers flow, His presence marks each sorrowed page, with promises that grow.
So hold this life with reverent hands, and tread its hallowed ground, Embrace the heart’s courageous plans where hope and faith are found. To live with trouble, to endure, with Jesus at our side, Secures an anchor, safe and sure, in whom we can confide.
For life is more than fleeting breath, it’s a journey bold and new, Each moment spent is saved from death, when lived beneath His view. So yes, it’s better far to live, despite the pain we face, For through His Son, God’s love He gives, and holds us in His grace.
Through shadowed valleys, over peaks of light, We tread a path obscured from mortal sight. “Walk by faith,” a voice whispers soft and slight, The only way to turn the darkness bright.
Sight may deceive with its flickering gleam, A mirage of water, a fleeting dream. But faith is a lantern in night’s deep seam, Guiding us more truly than stars might seem.
Across the trials that twist beneath our feet, Where thorns obscure and tangled worries meet, Faith is the compass, steady and discreet, That leads us where love’s promises entreat.
So set your step on this unseen road wide, Where footfalls echo on the steeper side. Trust in those whispers, let them be your guide, For by faith, not by sight, we must abide.
In the walk of faith, find strength anew, Paths will clear, and the light will filter through. Embrace the journey made for just the few, To make everything right, to life be true.
Rejoice, rejoice, oh hearts alight, The morning sun scatters the night. Glad day, glad day, echoes the tune, Jesus is coming, glorious and soon.
Sing through the streets, dance in the lanes, Over the hills, across the plains. Voices uplift in joyous croon, Proclaim the news: He cometh at noon.
Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold, Prepare the way, the story retold. Hope blooms afresh like flowers in June, Glad day, glad day, He’s coming soon.
Each moment passed, each heartbeat’s sway, Draws nearer still that promised day. In humble praise, we kneel and pray, Glad day, glad day, oh blessed day.
The trumpets sound beyond the blue, Angels descend in hues anew. With grace, they trace, from night to noon, Our Savior’s path; He’s coming soon.
So hold your lamps, trimmed and bright, For in His light, all things are right. Glad day, glad day, sings the moon, Jesus is coming, oh so very soon.
In the vast expanse where thoughts collide, We seek to grasp what must abide, Yet mysteries cloak the truth’s wide span, It is important to understand we can’t understand.
Through the cosmos where silence holds sway, Questions birth as night births day, Answers flutter like grains of sand, Slipping quietly from the mind’s tight hand.
Among the stars, a decree is cast, Only the Divine knows the first and last, The weave of fate that none can command, In whispered reverence, we must stand.
For in the humility of our bounded sight, Lies the wisdom to embrace the night, Accepting that on this earthly strand, Only God knows the whole expanse so grand.
So, fold hands in prayer as mysteries unfold, In the garden where secrets are told but never sold, And find peace in the not knowing land, Where the heart can rest in the Creator’s plan.
In the rush of fleeting light, Words tumble, eager and bright. With each tick, a thought takes flight, So much to rhyme in the dwindling night.
Minutes meld into a swift stream, Ideas chase the tail of a dream. Across the page, under starlit gleam, Verses flow, a poetic scheme.
A clock’s hands dance, they twist and twine, In the echo of the old church chime. Yet in this brief moment, thoughts align, So much to rhyme with such little time.
Each syllable, a step, a climb, Up the steep face of a rhyme sublime. Hurry, hurry, while the muses mime, Quick, capture the verse before the end of time.
In the tapestry of thoughts that weave through day and night, I search for reasons, reasons that might Justify the whispers, the echoes of my voice, For every single choice, I need an eager reasoned poise.
Why do reasons rule the realm of our daily deeds? Why do they fill our garden of needs? Is it clarity they bring to the chaotic heart, Or is it peace, perhaps, a kind of art?
Every word I cast into the void’s vast expanse, Must have a why, a how, perchance To stand against the winds of whimsy’s flight, To hold its ground, to claim the right.
For without reasons as our guiding stars, We’re but ships unmoored in a sea of wars. Drifting aimlessly in a torrent of emotion, Lost in the waves, devoid of notion.
So I tether my words to the solid ground, With reasons that are profound. For in the quest of understanding’s play, Reasons are the most important every day.
They craft our world with careful thought, With lessons learned and wisdom taught. In the realm of reason, we find our way, Through the questions posed each day.
Freedom is just another word, nothing truly free, A boundless illusion, fading into obscurity. Yet, for a single memory of you, I’d give All my yesterdays, just to relive That moment, our spirits in perfect harmony.
Someday, our love will weave its destined lace, In the intricate dance of time and space. Our threads will cross at the ordained hour,Blossoming fiercely, a transcendent flower.
Together forever, in divine eternity, Our souls enmeshed, a seamless unity. A love profound, boundlessly deep, Our whispered promises to forever keep.
Our never-ending love, an eternal flame, An unyielding echo of your whispered name. In the realm of forever, we are the lore, In the hallowed whispers of evermore.
