Mist did spill
Then the chill
My heart did thrill
I fight my will
I am still
Mist
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If I looked into the window of your life, what would I see sunshine or rain?

If I looked into the window of you life, what would I see sunshine or rain?
If it were sunshine I ask you this?
When the sun is shining brightly into your life,
what does that feel like?
What causes you to feel as though your life is sunny?
Is it all the right circumstances and issues
coming to a favorable conclusion?
Is it the smile, laughter, and love of a dear one?
I wonder what makes you happy, content and causes you to say to yourself….
today is my day?
Perhaps there is rain, is rain a bad thing?
If it is raining in your life and quite possibly your heart?
Is this a cleansing, or is this rain of sorrow you feel and
you’ve grown accustom to the rain, like an old friend?
Rain is not a bad thing, it washes away the dirt, it
waters and cleanses and makes things spring up, refreshed and new.
I look outside and see the rain and think of you
I wish for you love without end,
joy your cannot contain
kisses that leave your breathless
peace that flows like a river.
That’s what I wish for you today.
Peace!
there will be rain

there will be rain
storms that leave you spent
there will be days
when you wonder
what it meant
there will be sickness
when you long for days of well
there will be death come
within the place you dwell
there will be submission
you think you failed the test
there will be hard times
when you beg to find some rest
there will be hard times
there will be sickness
there will be failing
but God I’m always thankful
there will be rain
NOT EVEN FENCES CAN STOP YOU WHEN YOU’RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK
blue by you sunrise~as we blew by you

blue by you
as we blew by you
Good Morning Tuesday
Perfect Oklahoma Sunset
This one more thing before I leave you
It is in the Garden I grow not that I have obtained perfection. . .but

It is in the Garden I grow
not that I have obtained
perfection. . .but
still I grow daily. . .
by hour
by minute
by second
It really doesn’t matter
what anyone thinks it simply is so
It is in the Garden I grow
the Garden of Life





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