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’re far apart – The wind carries it to where ever you are. My love whispers sweet thoughts and memories – So, listen, always listen, for my whispers…
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. – C. S. Craig
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 spent with you Love like water overflowing Fills my heart and stills the morning – C. S. Craig
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 an arctic rose Trees wear jackets of crimson The evening sun turns earth to gold. – C. S. Craig
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. – C. S. Craig
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 the memories we hate The voice that fell on deaf ears Was the wisdom in…
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. – C. S. Craig
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 brace 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!
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…