Poetry

My Mother's Eyes

I remember my mother�s eyes
and the love that I saw there
no other eyes in all the world
have held me with such care

No other eyes have spoke to me
in silent beauty rare
and told me how they loved me
none but that lovely pair

Sometimes when as a child
and we two alone would be
I�d turn real fast to catch
those eyes smiling down on me

I watched them cloud as she grew old oft filled with pain and despair
but how they�d brighten when
I�d say Mom have you some time
we two could share

Now she�s gone from this old world
gone with her look of love
but I know God has given me
a glimpse of what�s above

THE DREAM

Last night as I slept soundly
so safe and snug in my bed
a strange and haunting vision
seemed to form itself in my head

I stood in a deep valley
in time so long ago
and witnessed a terrible sight
which each of us now know

Before me a hill did rise
in cloudy moonlight dull
and I saw it resembled
the grinning face of a skull

As I stood looking up
at this ghastly sight
I heard many voices
and caught sight of a light

From out of a city
I hadn�t noticed before
men carrying torches
before them did pour

The sight seemed so frightful
in the torches red glow
I wanted to run
but where would I go

So, rooted in fear
I watched as they came
mocking and cursing
my Savior's dear name

And then in the center
of this howling mob
I saw shapes of three crosses
Oh! it caused me to sob

How brutal, how cruel
mankind could be
they had tortured these men
now each carried a tree

I watched as one man
fell to the road
and another was forced
to carry his load

Then up the hill
that resembled a skull
tho the men bearing crosses
often did fall

The night was then split
by the pounding of nail
and the men screamed aloud
and the women did wail

I was drawn still nearer
by the terrible sight
and saw three men on crosses
by the torches red light

As I stood looking up
at my Savior above
I saw him look down
with a look of pure love

To those there who saw it
I know it seemed odd
for only I knew
that this man was GOD.

Should We Forget

Some say its best not to remember
what happened yesterday
they say the past is dead and gone
its better to leave it that way

Should we forget that we live each day
by the grace of God above
who keeps this mighty universe in place
with the power of his love

Should we forget the young men
who've died to keep us free
in some strange and hostle land
far across the sea
Should we forget the moms and dads
who gave us life so dear
and did their best to teach us right
as long as they were here

Should we forget the joys we've known
as we've traveled thru this life
or even forget the tears we've shed
in times of trouble, sorrow and strife

No, we can't forget these things
we must remember them all
for on these we've built our lives
on these we stand or fall

There have been times so drear
we wouldn't want to see again
times that have wrenched our souls
with grief, sorrow and pain

But in these times, we learned to stand
and bear the awful blow
in these times, we found the strength
to rise above our woe

So let those who will
forget what life's about
let them relive their mistakes
and face the future with doubt

We'll go on secure
in the knowledge that we
have life's precious pearls locked inside
where remembering is the key

In The Cool Of The Day

To walk in the garden
in the cool of the day
and have Christ beside me
each step of the way

Would be worth more than diamonds
oh, the peace it would bring
as the cares of this world
arise and take wing

To love and be loved
unselfish and true
though I may stumble
as often I do

With His hand to guide me
and show me the way
we'll walk home together
in the cool of the day