A A R D V A R C

Star bright, this Christmas night, memories of love's delight,
Reckoning the blessed sight, Jesus Christ was born.
Frankincense, gold and myrrh, gifts to noble birth that were
delivered in a humble thresh, foretold of babe assure
the virgin birth, this Savior child, prophesy of meek and mild.
The ancients testament reviled by philosophers and kings.

Born to reign Gentile and Jew, who would have thought, just those who knew,
Christiandom began and then it grew from our Savior, God and King.
Stars above and earth below trembled mightly to show, power held in His command
He could choose most anything. Yet humbled to His Father's love, He made the Peace
Righteous above His pleas in prayer to spare the cup, he took it all the same.

Bearing sin he set us free to live with Him eternally, Oh how I thank Him
prayerfully, My Savior, God and King. So looking at the stars at night I think
of wise men within their sight, as we go daily thru our plight, our hope and
grace remain, upon the Savior, God and King born on that day and then his pain
we focus now upon His reign beneath the stars pure light.

She has a strength about her!

You can see it through her fears, and it’s there behind the tears, pouring through those many years,
she’s a true survivor.
But it’s come with heavy price, living each day as a slice, shutting down as cold as ice
Till I'd revive her.

She has done it on her own, with a brightness that is shown, and in detail she has grown,
but life’s been frightful.

When I met her years ago, I could tell she’d lived with woe,
but I knew that she would grow
and it’s been delightful.

To watch her through our days, when as a woman with her ways, working daily with repays to keep life growing.
She would reach from deep inside, never caring to abide, from herself she may have lied,
from herself she’d often hide, while she weathered stormy tide, abuse unmatching:
All the lifetime’s fears and dreads, all the “said and should’ve said”,
all the made an unmaid beds without the healing,
left her spinning towards the ground, while she’d hidden even sound
as life took it’s daily pound, her resilience did resound,
from deep within her.

So as a mother and a wife, as a woman filled with life, she has met and conquered strife with love abounding.
Seeking solace for the times, solving riddles, reading rhymes, making payments, only dimes,
till there’s solutions.
Taking all that truly gives, living every day that lives, sifting choices through the sieves,
there’s no dilutions.
For the meat in life is there, as she tries hard to repair and you know she gives a care,
Love keeps her going.

So those who love her all their best, give her time and needed rest, she is family not a guest,
and love’s in knowing:
that when we’re the hardest to be loved, times come up when we’re ungloved, when we bite when we are shoved,
it’s not the answer.
But the kindness that we’re shown, is returned when we have grown, and when love is truly known,

She IS the dancer.

On the occasion of my 45th B-day for my sole mate Julie whom I truely admire

We may not have the money, honey, but we're living by His will,
And He gives us peace to live each day as we figure out each bill,
What portion we can give to them, until the payments made,
To juggle pay, it's this for that, until we get His aid.

So stretch the pennies now my love, abundance will be thine
where ere we count our blessings loud, they'll see it as a sign
that how we live within our means will tell our story clear
in truest form, outside the norm, with Him we're always near.

So take our sum, except His tithe, and live the life on high,
For finding what He wills for us, will help us bye the bye.
No matter what the cost will take or what is spent in time
Remember with His guidance ours, the moments are devine.

I got the job Honey! Boy this makes my day,
We'll fix the house up when we get that pay,
We'll pay those Dr. bills and the dentist too,
We'll find a way to get ahead, that's what I say.

We'll climb right out of debt as the green comes through,
We'll build this family right, from just me and you.
We'll take these tiny steps until leaps and bounds
We'll weather the tribulation, all the ups and downs.

Just take this walk with me, by His guiding hand,
Let us hold on dearly love, while we make our stand.
Tell our friends we're gonna make it, with some faith and prayer,
Let them cheer us on, or just stop and stare.

Cause you know we live it, every passing day.
And I know that with you and me in it, love will find the way.
So rejoice and be glad we're happy, through the thick and thin
For I know with His grace we begin it, we can only win.
26OCT98 2110
On the occasion of my first day on the job at Sykes.

They came inside a plain brown box delivered by the mail,
Their message yet to be revealed to those and tell the tail.
That tells of love's beginnings at the alter of our Lord
When two hearts join together with three strands of uncommon cord.

The first chord of the Spirit holds forever gifts on high
When our sights are focused on Him, lifts us always towards the sky.
The second from the Son of God, salvation's eternal cry,
Will keep us close besides Him holding us until we die.
The third and final strand of strength (from Father God we eye)
Binds together this, His chord of life, given freely, not to buy.

So with His invitation, JulieAnn's and yes, there's mine,
Come join with us in sharing joys that can only be divine.
We'll state our vows felt deeply at His altar as a sign
That to share our lives completely, (echoed sweetly by design)
We're tied as one so neatly, bound so freely with His love.
That from this day, worn on our hearts, like a hand inside a glove.
13 June 1998, just 35 days before we wed.

What do you see when you close your eyes?
Where are those dreams that you've never let fly?
Whose are those arms for all you have to give
to be held for all times and give you reasons to live?
When will you know it is time for romance
or to just let it go and pass by this chance
that failed all the test for you were not in a trance
but still looking
for that glance
and the glow
that would tell you
you know?

It's for real.

The answers are simple, not as tough as they seem
for when I close my eyes it's on you that I dream
and the joy that I cling to, every breath that I take
hopes in arms that are mine do your joys partake,
for you to be mine and all others forsake
yes the pleasures all ours in the love that we make.
Now for romance to start we have chosen the art
of trust, hope, and humility.
As we act on this chance
we will look for the glance
and the glow, and the know
of reflections between you and me
as we stare in our eyes
and see
we.