Are they going or coming,
These pillowed masses?
Do they rise or fall?
Noah's Ark suspended
In brilliant white and blue
When imagination calls.
Strewn about or pinched,
They come in different classes,
Remaining essentially the same.
Whenever they are singing,
They make their presence known,
Showering their notes below.
They are quite pleasing,
These marshmallow masses
Providing sights for all.
- Chad M. Seybt
As we our pahtways part,
I want you to know
How you have touched my heart.
You have been the Lord's instrument
To provide me comfort in pain...
And in sorrow...merriment.
Your smile has often
Brightened my heart
And my temper softened.
Your laugh has become
A favorite song of mine...
It makes me feel at home.
You've given freely of your heart to me.
I want you to know
You'll take a piece of my heart when you go.
I glorify God because of your light.
I thank Him for giving you your love.
And I pray He'll always keep you in His sight.
- Chad M. Seybt
