Bind Them Close

Fireflies and whippoorwills
On summer nights of yesteryear
Bring to mind the thoughts so dear
Stored away in precious nooks
And kept in secret far from sight
Till in the evening late at night
With giggles and smiles and furtive looks
You share with those who mean the most
And by your sharing bind them close
To the secret places of your heart

The Gift of Seasons

Summer days and Spring time flowers
Evenings filled with conversation
Autumn winds and Winter bowers
Mornings brimmed with anticipation
Of a future bright with naught to fear
And life to live with those held dear

These are gifts that God has given
Treasured with each passing season
Gifts for which the God of Heaven
With might by love for this His reason
That He might demonstrate to us
The wisdom of His sovereign love

The Rising Sun

See the rising sun today
peaking oer yon horizon
I ran towards it eagerly
to say hello and greet him

All around me myst did lie
Above the trees did hover
Hiding many treasured things
Beneath the soft gray cover

Then the sun did greet the myst
Bright in his crimson fashion
And the myst did run away
Before his glorious shining

Farewell said I to the myst
I’ll see thee on the morrow
For I greet the morning sun
Who takes away my sorrow