The Cross

It's been so many years
since that wooden pew -
and watching the sunrise
service with you...

Hearing you sing out
the old rugged cross -
that stood for him saving
all souls that are lost...

Easter in Ida with
sweet baskets you gave -
eating apple jacks cereal
and the good food you made...

The house smelled so fresh
just like your life -
such a wonderful mother
such a faithful wife...

You always told me
that I was special to you -
Yet, you were my rock
that helped me pull through...

Sickness and chicken pox,
surgery and my son -
I was blessed by God
that you were the one...

He gave to me
to hear about him -
on this holy day
I think about then...

You lived by the good book
and sang I'll fly away -
now you're at his throne
and that's where you'll stay.


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Refresh

Is there anything out there
that plants the seeds of hope -
that makes the day worthwhile
and it easier to cope...

with day to day distractions
that only stress you out -
and all of the monotony
you'd prefer to live without...

Is there anywhere out there
where the sun kisses your face -
and you sit in total happiness
knowing it is your place...

to finally unwind
and feel happiness that's true -
healing your mind and soul
beneath a sky of blue.