Fathers used to say
Only God can help us
going on
And so said my mom’
Make with Him your
way.
To all whose hearts
are broken
To all the sad –
in distress
To all the people in
a mess
Somebody
The good word
Has spoken
And when everybody
believes
There’s no love
Nowhere
No peace
No hope
No faith
You start to grieve
Frozen in the cold,
cold world
Of power and
intrigue
Where mostly rule
the weak
In that are you
hurled
Love’s more than a
word
It’s God to see
In every existence
Who was
Is
Will be
It’s Him caring
even for a bird
Peace is more than
being in ease
Means wholeness
And in
Complete unity with
Him
To hold the good,
the bad to release.
And if you ask
what’s hope
I tell you to expect
Everything to turn
out perfect
Knowing there ain’t
things
With that we can’t
cope.
Last – talking
about faith
It’s holding His
hand in the night
Seeing in the
darkness His light
Doing through His
word any know pace
Sitting here I feel
Love so much
So in peace
And hope – have
faith
That you may see is
my appeal
Keep with Him in
touch.
(1995, August, 3rd,
feeling so good…)
