
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—
Except for a mouse.
She had paper for wrapping
And presents knee-deep;
With so much to do
There was no time to sleep!

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring—
Except for a mouse.
She had paper for wrapping
And presents knee-deep;
With so much to do
There was no time to sleep!

As the world turns to darkness
And light no longer gleams,
As burning rays of hope die out
And all is lost it seems.

A look to the right, and no one,
A look to the left—the same.
Your life’s a solo journey;
Or so some seem to claim.

When life throws a curve,
Like a difficult trial,
And your row to hoe
Seems like a mile;
If you’re still kind,
And still can smile—
Life will get better
After a while.

What do you get when God says no?
What do you get when cold winds blow?
What do you get when hope seems low?
I don’t know.

The funny thing with roses, they start as just a bud;
Some take so long to open, they seem like just a dud.
But no amount of wishing will make them open up,
Like no amount of wanting removed the bitter cup.

I do always remember Him—
At work and play, home and gym
I do always remember Him—
Deliberate, consistent, not on a whim
I do always remember Him—
Now and still when eyes grow dim
I do always remember Him—
My heart, all pride, I strive to trim
I do always remember Him!

The breeze washing over me, from where does it come?
The passing bumblebee, how does it hum?
The chasing birds, how do they fly?
And why is it blue—the heavenly sky?

Crimson sin, staining red;
Spotted soul, spiritually dead.
On the roadside, left to die,
Circling vultures in the sky.

I think I want a covered porch
On a big, ranch-style home—
Way out in the country
Where the horse and cattle roam.