Nightmare Ends in New Day Dawning

We have cried now for those who’ve died, but then we saw dreams walking

And then we heard hope talking, and watched new-found peace dawning

On the day of restoration after insurrection and so many years of frustration

Now we choose to make this home our home again as an invaluable treasure

To measure with vigilant care never sleeping, always keeping watch

Yes, the dark night has ended, by the light and grace of God, a new day dawning

With daunting challenges, yet with no more savage malic in high places

This is our day and time of hopeful anticipation, courageous dedication

Of holy purgation, and glorious acclamation with no condemnation

Yes, we’ve cried, but the nightmare is over, our dreams have been awakened

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New Year, New Hope

Crying for peace, churning for goodwill, chasing another year

And will I see you there on the flipside, new ways in new days

Can we put our hearts on the line again to begin again, new again

And trust heaven will rain down on our drought-stricken souls

And leaven our sleep with better dreams, cream of the gods

After tears flowing for years to hear now a promise door open

To an altogether better future of love and nurture

And blessings from above

Happier Days Are Coming

Happier days are coming, blooming within the soul
Of the one who waits expectantly with living hope
And expectation in anticipation of fresh joy untold
With bold confidence that happier days are coming,
Looming large on the horizon as prayers bear their
Weight in heaven above, from where all blessings
Flow as sacred wind blows, rushing in with answers
To supplications made in humility with the ability
To believe, relieving distress and dismay with rays
Of bright light flooding every part of the heart now
. . .
Happier days are coming, blooming within the soul
Of the one who waits expectantly with living hope
And expectation in anticipation of fresh joy untold,
So be bold! And hold on! Happier days are coming!

Coming to Me So Silently

Surrounded by tall pines and cones on the ground,
I hear the soft sound of your footsteps in the wood
And wonder should I move or simply wait for you
As my heartbeat races and I try to pace my urging
Surging in my soul for you to come to fill this hole
And make me whole once again as you have before
Because this heart is aching and this body is sore,
Nor is there a part of me that does not desire you,
So I want to leap into your arms
Where you will keep me forever!
Ah, but I have to wait patiently for you to find me
And remind me of your everlasting passion for me,
So I stay and lay where I am
And you will surely be here for me at the right time
. . .
Surrounded by tall pines and cones on the ground,
I hear the soft sound of your footsteps in the wood
Coming to me so silently – so silently but so surely
Coming to me so silently . . .

Will It Be Today?

Will it be today, this day, that I hear the good news?
Along the way I wait ever so patiently with my view
Stretched out into the tomorrows of borrowed life
And wonder will I blunder this time or will I chime
With angels in rhythm and rhyme in an alive living?
Oh, will I hear it today that I am free and at liberty?
Will it be today, this day, that I hear the good news?
Along the way I’ve waited patiently with it in view!
Now I’m beginning to feel excitation in anticipation!
Will it be today? Oh, will it be today?

Specter of the Happy New Year

An end in sight but there is a bend, too, to be turned;
While not everything left behind us can be burned,
Yet there is the unknown, frightening yet exciting . . .
Will we meet another street like the one we are on?
Or will it be fresh, clean and serene for us to travel?
We glance at the clock at the crossing of this block
And tremble inside; we cannot abide where we are,
No matter how brightly shines our star;
We will go far in a mere few steps, dear;
Time chimes late into this night as we look for light,
Bright sun newly risen on horizon with anticipation
And hope for better pilgrimage in a much better age;
But we do not know and this shows in our very eyes!
Some won’t make it to the bend; it’ll truly be the end;
Some will go swinging around bringing holiday cheer
Never knowing the Reaper is near;
Yes, sadly, it will be their last year;
Some will round the corner in fear
Of the unknown, asking what seeds have been sown,
And when they are shown, all the fear will disappear
In the brand New Year in which we will hear shouts
Of glee and bitter cries, hellos and sad goodbyes . . .
But it comes, nevertheless, as surely as the sun rises;
So may the New Year bring you cheer, I say this day,
And may blessings fall upon all who are near and dear!