I know of an artist
Who paints beautiful scenes
Of lovely happy people
Enjoying their wildest dreams

The canvas is bright and gay
Depiction of life so grand
Nothing is sad, all is glad
As they hold another’s hand

Yes this artist always paints
Such exotic, wonderful art
And when you stop to look
It almost stops your heart

But this artist never paints
A home that’s  broke in two
Because a husband left her all alone
And started his life anew

No, he never paints the sadness
Or the nights that’s spent alone
With nothing but the tears
Or a silent telephone

I know of an artist
Who paints beautiful scenes
Of lovely happy people
Enjoying their wildest dreams

Yes this artist always paints
Such exotic, wonderful scenes
Satan likes to paint these pictures
To ensnare you in his schemes

But I know of another artist
Who paints such beautiful scenes
Jesus is the ultimate artist
He’ll fulfill all your dreams

The people are smiling and happy
The colors take your breath away
The devil paints an awesome picture
For you, he wants to sway

Jesus is the ultimate artist
He paints scenes that you can feel
The difference between the artists
Is Jesus’ art is real

Summer brings smells of the beach and oils
As people swim and bathe in the sun
Far off in the distant a grill brings the odor
Of burgers and hotdogs waiting to get done

Now comes Autumn, my favorite season
Smelling of apples being turned to butter
Crisp leaves changing colors, putting on a grand show
Just around the corner, is winter, I know

Winter leaves smells of snow angels and sweat
As we try to keep warm from the cold air blown in
While inside, cookies and cakes fill the air in the house
Wonderful odors together make a heavenly blend

The different smells that each season brings
Makes me glad that I live where I can enjoy each one
For the fragrance of each coming season
Makes the whole year so much more fun.

Oh paint me a picture with these words of yours
Let me see the art from within your soul
A museum piece of such great worth
Stays forever young, it never grows old

Upon this canvas of words, emotions may bleed
Baring all the cuts the heart may have taken
Leaving others grasping for breath
By the images painted, visibly shaken

Still other times the painting is humorous
As if childhood memories crept to the forefront
And walked across the canvas of your mind
Leaving a picture so pure and blunt

What masterpieces that words can paint
As they weave many a story wrung from within
Left behind for all the world to behold and enjoy
Throughout the ages . . . . . until times end

Angels stood in awe
As they tried to take it in
The King of all Kings
Had paid the cost for our sins

Cries of holy, holy, holy
Echoed throughout heaven’s corridors
When Jesus and the thief
Met at the gate once more

The keys to death and hell
Were hanging from those hands
They were scared and had two holes
Made by religious clans

His back was scarred like burns
From the beatings that He took
To gain healing for mankind
The sight to horrible for one to look

Yes heaven’s walls did tremble
From the adulation on that day
Oh God give me words to describe it
I humbly bow and pray

Scarcely does a royal king
Die for the subjects of it’s land
But pure blood was needed
To remove the sins of man

Please Father look once more
At the blood on the seat
And forgive me once again
It’s your face I want to meet

Running and  jumping, playing hide and seek
With kids from around the block
We never saw color, we never saw race
We paid no attention to the clock

From sun up to sun down, we were closest of friends
As we fought and played together
It mattered not the time of day
It mattered not how was the weather

Too young to know of racism
Too young to even care
Still the day we started school
And realized it was not like this everywhere

Yes…once in awhile….perhaps a blue moon
I wish for those golden days
When love and laughter was all we had
And people were not set in their ways.

How do I get from point A to point B
When sadness all around me, is all I see
How do get a grasp on this life
When all I see is heartache and strife

Somewhere, somehow, I lost my way
In trying to live life, day by day
The mornings bring nothing but tears to my eyes
The nighttime brings grief and leaves me with sighs

Lost on a road that leads to nowhere
Wondering if anyone really cares
I must get a grip, I must gain control
Before I lose all, including my soul

I’ll cry out to God and hope that He hears
Praying that He will ease all my fears
I know I have much to be thankful for
I can’t seem to hear it above life’s roar.

How long must I suffer, how long will this last
Will I ever be free from mistakes of the past
Crying may endure throughout the whole night,
But if I hang on, I can win this fight

Caught in a struggle between soul and flesh
Wondering if the two, someday will mesh
Bringing me harmony and in tune with God
And be at peace, while on earth I trod.

Suddenly my ceiling opened up
A stairway I did observe
And God my Father was standing there
With outstretched and open arms

Quickly I ran up those stairs
He sat down as if to set on a chair
He picked me up put me on his lap
I was just a child, not a woman

He wrapped His arms around me
I could feel the warmth and love
I reached to wrap my arms around Him
My arms went through like it was air

Tears flowing even faster as I wept
Crying out to Father
I need to hug you back
Please forgive me

Turning on a light to
Find the perfect pillow
Clock said 1:00 am
Fastly turning the light off again

Can’t lose this vision
Can’t lose this dream
Hugging the pillow
To represent my Father

The peace and beauty
Of being Daddy’s little girl
Has made all the difference
Has changed my world

When I finally came out of it
Looked at the clock
It was now passed  6 am
Where did the time go

It seemed like it was only minutes
But healing started that day
Because I had never been able
To call my God Father

Abused by my earthly father
Abused by my earthly brothers
God knew I needed to know
Just how my Father could love

Of all God’s earthly blessings
There’s one that’s like no other
It’s to be cherished and adored
By a person known as mother

Mothers can kiss away the pain
When you fall and skin your knees
And in just a few short moments
The tears and sorrow leaves

There’s nothing like a mother’s touch
It’s cooled many a fevered brow
By simply being in a room
I know not why or how

Perhaps it’s the love she freely gives
As she watches you grow each day
Knowing she has but a short time
Till you’ll be on your way

Yes, when you count your blessings
Don’t forget to count your Mother
The gift of life she gave to you
A present like no other

The softness of a baby’s skin
The smile of their innocent eyes
The warmth that I feel
When my touch hushes their cries

Love is . . . . .

Watching them learn how to walk
Exploring the world through their vision
Bouncing along from room to room
Picking them up from each collision

Love Is . . . . .

Holding their hands, playing patty-cake
Enjoying their infectious mirth
The feeling of arms around my neck
Showing me what I am worth

Love Is . . . . .

The glee of first words spoken
Though only parent can understand
Cuteness of those baby teeth
Till they bite you on the hand

Love Is . . . . .

Many a splendid thing they say
And we all know this to be true
But it’s hard to beat those “baby years”
When their only world is you.

Problems of all kinds
Would meet me at the door
To that great big White House
E’er my feet could hit the floor

I could please the Senate
But the House would be amiss
Because it is impossible
All those ‘rumps’ to kiss

Oh look what I’d inherit
If I were the President
The longer that I dwell on it
The more I get the hint

I really don’t want this job
I’ll pass it on to a better man
For the job of the President
Has gotten way out of hand

I could not make the choices
That were best for all mankind
So the best that I could do
Is to leave this job behind

But if I were the President
I would strive to serve the people
Because this is the greatest nation
We are not a bunch of ’sheeple’

But a people proud of heritage
With a love for all mankind
Just look who they turn to
When tragedy strikes outside our lines

Of course we have our failures
All countries can testify today
But none is more giving
Than the good ‘ol’ US of A