God and man intertwined,
He chose us and left Heaven behind,
To dwell on Earth and bring death to sin,
This is when our true life begins.
So, today, when you open boxes, bows,
Think of the gift where all time flows,
God seeking us, come down from Above,
In the heart of a babe, overflowing with love!
Every day, bit by bit, the secret we reveal,
In every moment, in every thought, in all we feel.
As we try to guard, our soul leaks out,
In drips and drabs, in whispers and shouts.
And with every step, we drown with doubts.
What are lies? What is true?
Where to run? What to do?
Who to trust? What to defend?
And how does this mystery end?
As we discern what to let go and protect ,
In this world we try so hard to dissect,
We spy that discovery is hidden,
the final answer we seek is lost; forbidden.
So, with our last heartbeat and final breath,
We find we must love to reach beyond death.
Bad times are coming, and may be already here,
So, bend your back, carry the cross, and prepare to shed a tear.
Good times have come and went, with all the games we played,
We lost our bearing and our hope, as from God we strayed.
Bad times are coming, I am worried that it’s true,
We threaten life and forsake love, with the things we do,
We turn away from nature, and think we rule the world,
It’s a wonder God still loves us, with all the sins we hurled!
Bad times are coming, it is time to take a stand,
We’re off the path, we went astray, in the schemes we planned.
It’s time to stop and listen, to our soul and to our heart,
Before the lies of the deceiver, tears us all apart.
Jaunty jingle, jaunty jingle,
always twice never single.
Buy a heart,
sell a soul,
keep it going,
we’re on a roll!
Click, click, click,
Get it quick,
It won’t last long,
You can’t Go Wrong!
Pay for play,
It’s Amazon Day,
If you wait too long,
It will go away!
Give it a try,
Buy, bought, bye.
I am not worthy, but I’ll try,
Moving forward till I die,
Though I misstep along the way,
I get closer day by day,
To life as you meant it to be,
Loving, blessed and Holy.
I don’t deserve it, but I call,
To catch me when I fall,
To bring me home again,
In your presence, out of Sin,
With a heart meek and true,
In your paradise anew.
Jesus please hear my plea,
Remove the darkness, and let me see,
The path that I should take,
And the one that I should forsake,
On my wandering path to you,
And the mission I’m meant to do.
Better attributes, you’ll never find,
Than those of being loving and kind!
Showing God’s smile day by day,
Lightening the load along the way.
In this week of thanks and heart,
All of us must do our part,
To spread good thoughts everywhere,
To show all you really care!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Be a builder not a breaker,
Be a giver not a taker,
Be yourself not a faker,
But most of all be a maker!
A maker of peace.
A maker of love,
Care for the least,
Seeking strength from above.
Be a listener,
And do not fight,
For there is a path,
Between the left and right.
I close my eyes and dream again,
Of a distant time, way back when,
My doubts were quiet, my heart sure,
That our love was lasting, true and pure.
Then opening my eyes, I see your face,
And my illusions vanish without a trace,
For the eyes that once shone for me,
Now stare off in the darkness, sullenly.
“Where did I fail, what went wrong?”
I ask in a voice that once was strong,
You just frown and turn away,
“Nothing … nothing ” is all you say.
Don Grier 2020
Kindness flows,
Through the crevices of life,
Always seeking to salve,
The sorrow and the strife.
Goodness builds,
And flows around,
the multiple barriers,
Upon which we are bound.
So be good not great,
Kind but strong,
Seek for the truth,
Right the wrong!
23 died when the towers fell,
You left your families, walked through hell,
For a cause both righteous and true,
Selfless sacrifice of the NYPD Blue.
42nd street was a mess,
And so was Times Square,
In the eighties,
Before order was there,
You built back a city,
Where dreams again flew,
You restored it,
The officers of the NYPD Blue.
The whole world took notice,
At the work you had done,
And sought to learn,
How the streets were won.
How soon they forget,
What is undeniably true,
New York is not New York,
Without the NYPD Blue.
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