Judy Arline Puckett

 

 

Mountain Man

 

He walked alone in the valley,

He walked on a stone covered trail,

He said once he found a tree.

that was marked by a nail,

He climbed higher,

headed for the top of the mountain.

So He could see God's plan.

He was a mountain man.

 

There is a rare breed of men,

That will stand in the rain and the wind,

So close to heaven they can hear.

They seem to walk through their fear.

But they aren't without a tear.

If God doesn't hold the hand,

of a mountain man.

 

I heard him say,

I talk to the wind,

I walk in the rain.

God is my friend,

He eases my pain.

With every step I'm counting,

That God is on top of that mountain.

 

I'm a mountain man.

I can stand in the wind,

and walk in the rain,

God hold's my hand,

and eases my pain.

I've climbed that mountain,

many a time.

and I find.

God is on top of that mountain.

 

Judy Arline Puckett

 

 

Sometime even the sky cries out

 

Sometime,

Even the sky cries out,

Those soft white clouds turn to gray,

As if heaven knew what heartache is about.

Ad the rain falls down from heaven,

like a angel's tears,

Sometime I hear the wind whisper in my ears,

As if it knows what heartache is about,

Sometime even the sky cries out.

 

It's as if God sent the gentle rain,

Because He felt someone's pain,

Crying tears I have no doubt,

That sometime evn the sky  cries out.

 

Flashing across the darkest sky,

Light seems to come like a cry,

As if it knew what heartache is about,

Sometime even the sky cries out.

 

Nature has it's own tears,

For the life that disappears

As if it knows what heartache is about,

Sometime even the sky cries out.

 

Rain drops fall like angel tears,

Wind seems to whisper of deaf ears,

And I know that somewhere God hears.

And I have no doubt,

That sometime even the sky cries out.

 

Hearing the birds as they cry in vain,

Feeling the heat from earth's burning flame,

Sometime I know the sky feels the pain,

And I have no doubt,

Sometime even the sky cries out. 

 

Judy Arline Puckett

 

A BIRD'S SONG

 

God looked down on the earth and cried.

He wondered what he did wrong.

His tears fell from inside,

Quietened only from a bird's sweet song.

 

Tears fall for what He sees.

He loves to feel that summer breeze,

His heart aches for  the world to find peace.

As He cries with those on  bended knees,

He wonders where He went wrong,

His tears are quietened only by the bird's song.

 

He looks across the seven seas,

And wishes war would end and there would be peace,

The only way His heart feels sweet ease,

When all hope seems to be gone,

His tears are quietened by a bird's song.

 

The birds sing to His heart,

Sweet songs of love in the dark,

Carried to heaven on a gentle breeze,

A song that gives God sweet ease,

When He looks at His masterpiece,

He feels that war doesn't belong,

His tears are quietened by the bird's song.

 

Judy Arline Puckett

 

 

Flower

Mother nature wasn't ready to die,
In her old age,
She bore a flower, a beauty for God's eye,
In life God wrote another page,
He saw the flower rise from the hard crust,
A flower was born from the dust,
God is not through with us.

Mother nature had a tear in her eye,
She has felt the storm's rage,
But with God's power,
She grew a flower,
In life God wrote another page.

Who knows when it will be the end of time,
Maybe we are in our last hour,
But as long as God lets the sun shine,
Mother nature will grow another flower.

 

Judy Arline Puckett