| View of Faith |
| Love In Your Call We all face new trials, most everyday Some are minute, while some come to stay The test of your life, may simply appear To fill all your thought's, with trouble and fear So where can you go, and what will you do To weather your storm, for what might ensue You want to feel safe, way deep in your heart And get the best care, right from the start Love holds your key, to get what's in need It comes from within, His presence is freed With God on your side, you never will lose His home is in heaven, a place with no blues Trust in his truth, he has not white lies So all pure and mighty, he'll never disguise Faith makes the way, to weather it all Remember to pray, with love in your call Dedicated to Regina |
I Died Today I died today, is never heard Silence has no spoken word Speak your piece while there is time Do talk of good, search for divine Never wander far from home Or you will fall like ancient Rome Just don't watch those children grow Teach them, show them, they must know If you hold a mighty hand Use it for God's righteous plan The soul must guide us to succeed Let it show, it's meant to lead Someday we'll find what's dead ahead But never on this earthly bed |
| Life And Beauty We should dwell, much less on strife Sometimes we're forced, to alter life However short, our time may be Will even out, eternally 'Home Sweet Home' that welcome port Is our safe haven, earthly fort While beauty makes a grateful tool; It must never, ever, rule To almost win, has little loss To always lose, will bear great cost Help from heaven, stands us tall Our spirit need, not ever fall Life and beauty, are short-lived Just barely long - enough to give |
| Till The End We start each day, without a clue Not knowing what, news might ensue The future stays, around the bend To hide what's coming, till the end Just thought should conquer, as we move Results to make, our God approve We mold ourselves, along the way Do strive for Him, each livelong day While marching for, eternal rest Keep goodness close, don't be a pest So when that last act, comes to be The home will shine, real heavenly Roger Joseph Robicheau The Poetic Plumber |
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