God gave the sun to usher in the dawn God gave His Son who opened up His arms God gave His Holy Word so all men could believe God gave His Holy Spirit to all who would receive God gave all that He could give to set us free God gave God for you and for me.
Voices from the future cry The world is all agleam Come join us, come hither – arise It’s time to cross the eternal stream Receive my kiss upon your brow My days are like a dream I must leave you, leave you now And pass the eternal stream Hold me in your arms once more As whisperers call my name…
The winds caress the trees, The trees embrace the wind … And both are cleansed.
If you listen in silence, for the voice of love, You can hear it calling from heaven above. The voice of forgiveness speaks to man’s soul, To those who won’t listen, it fades like the echo.
Someone once said, Life’s the pits and then you die They seem not to care or to learn the reason why God’s Word tells the reason for sin, aging and sorrow But, why read it now when you can read it tomorrow Someone once said, I don’t believe the Bible is God’s Word It wasn’t written by God but, by…
Lord, open my eyes that I may see The purpose of the life you planned for me I know you give strength to carry the load And then walk with me down my road When I live with pain or sorrow I know it will be better tomorrow For you divided each day by night So I can rest then…
Do not kneel at my grave and weep; I am not there – I do not sleep. Only my body is buried deep; Heaven my spirit and soul do keep.
The Word of the Lord is my soul’s delight My inner happiness, my peace and might I study and meditate in the day and in the night The Lord’s private instruction – my soul’s delight
A family is God’s blessing, it means so many things… Words can never really express the love a family brings. A family is sharing and caring for one another … The love of Father and Mother, Sister, Brother. A family is heartfelt pride … A feeling you hold deep inside. A family is home and peaceful living … The second…
Originally written – 1995 after my Mother’s passing away to Heaven to be with the Lord. She waits in bliss for me. Edna Jeanette Craig Hickman October 10, 1921 – August 15, 1995 Written by my the Lord’s Inspiration. Mom seemed to be speaking softly and I just wrote. A Piece Of My Soul My son, now that I’m gone,…
She fed me from her gentle breast and comforted me in her arms of rest and on my cheeks tender kisses pressed. She rocked me in my cradle bed and watched adoringly my infant head with tears of love and sweet affection shed. She gazed into my fearful eyes when pain and sickness made me cry and sometimes wept for…
Written of my father George Woodrow Craig, Sr. December 13, 1918 – March 30, 2004 Dad was born in times of regression; He fought two wars and lived the great depression. In his day the opportunities were few; ‘Cause he served his country guarding freedom for you. He loved us so much – his children and his wife; And worked…
My love whispers without word or sound, Thoughts only your heart can hear. My love whispers when our eyes meet, Or, with a gentle touch, a warm embrace. My love whispers when we are far apart – The wind carries it to where ever you are. My love whispers sweet thoughts and memories – So, listen, always listen, for my…
I cherish the beauty of your thoughts, Lord. I listen to your voice in my night-soul. Your Word is filled with glory lights That shine in the depths, and in the heights.
Memories of you and I Speak softly from the bye and bye Words once spoken now are gone Another day another dawn Flowers take showers in the morning dew Precious moments with you Love like water overflowing Fills my heart and stills the morning
Down through the ages On all of history’s pages The story that still amazes Is that Christ died to save us God inspires from Heaven above Silent words of Justice and Love So very compelling is the story Of the Cross of Christ and His Seat in Glory Writing for the Lord I seek not fame Only, to spread the…
Fence posts with marshmallow hats Between the crystal strings Snow sculptured landscape The beauty that winter brings A blanket of snow covers the fields Shrubs tucked away like arctic roses Trees wear jackets of crimson The evening sun turns earth to gold
Blue is the radiance that surrounds His Throne Blue is the sky above the earth Green is the light that encircles His Glory Green is the covering over the earth.
Memories are the ordinances against us And stand before judgment we must Memory records personal histories The secrets and unsolved mysteries All our works both good and bad Memories we wish we never had Oh, but why did we learn so late Not to make memories we hate The voice that fell on deaf ears Was wisdom all those years…
Death belongs to the grave-lords of the endless night Who chose their tabernacle of ruin minus light. Refusing to believe and give Christ the reigns They now walk in lust-fires tortured in chains. In the glory of self-hood and worldly charms They died alone in ego’s arms.
What will there be to remember When life has passed December When they dig the hole and put you down Was your life a cap or a crown Where are the signs of mountains climbed Where leads the trail you left behind Did fate cast them into the sea Buried deep the same as thee What will there be to…
God’s thinking was Creation Before the beginning of time God must become one of us And enter the world of time God’s thoughts were Grace Before the beginning of time Christ must die for us Or, cancel the beginning of time God’s thoughts were love Before the beginning of time The name of Love was Jesus The beginning and the…
The mountains kiss the sky and the clouds embrace the mountains; the wind whistles and the hills echo it down to the valleys; streams of clear water chuckle in rhythm; bees humming their tune – the flowers receive them in bloom; the birds sing their love songs; the trees of the forest clap their hands – all nature is harmony;…
You are my love from deep inside. My love always, ‘cause love never dies!
The universe I no longer see, and the sky has opened for my escort and me. Peace has filled my soul — my spirit is the light of it. We have passed through a veil and into this marvelous light. We move, yet not feeling movement. We fly without wings … our motion sustained by the breath of God. I…
As darkness settles on wings of night The fireplace warm and burning bright The children nestled under Daddy’s big arms Listening to words of mystical charm Stories from another time Real fantasy in the children’s mind Heroes and villains of long ago Stories of imagery we all know But Daddy’s voice soon fades away His words become whispers never meant…
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