The First Buds Bloom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first new buds open their eyes

And turn toward the light.

They lift their faces and rejoice,

Boundless is their delight.

 

Their petals spread like hands in praise,

Lifted to God on high

The Lord of sunshine and of rain

Whose love is ever nigh.

 

Psalm 92:1

It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High

Too Many Good-byes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart is breaking right now, Lord,

Too many big good-byes.

They just keep coming on and on

With tears filling my eyes.

 

I know that this life will have loss,

That comes as no surprise,

But must so many come at once,

So many big good-byes?

 

Oh Lord, my world is shattering.

My heart and my soul cries

For comfort in a flood of tears

And too many good-byes.

 

Matthew 5:4

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Laughter and Praise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, just a little laughter, Lord,

To ease a weary heart

And peace to rest an injured soul

Give it a fresh, new start.

 

Let shouts of joy ring out at dawn

And let Your praises rise

From this old soul, now born anew,

Lord, hear my joyous cries.

 

Job 8:21

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter, and your lips with shouting.