Alas...

Should I write or continue still
Like the leaf at breeze's will
Should I sing or should I talk
Stay inside.. or take a walk

Like the oceans or the trees
I feel the movement of the breeze
And in it's echo  and in it's air
God is speaking...everywhere..

Early morning ..or late at night
So much beauty, is in our sight:
Creatures romping...birds in flight
Tell me, tell me; aren't I right?

Like a symphony or a band
Feather creatures ...without demand
Draw our hearing; listening too:
Songs of morning, ring; it's true

Soaking stillness sudden winds
Move around and day begins
Like the dawning so long ago
God's creating creative flow...

But, now, He is truly risen

The tomb has long been empty for many many years
And many moments have passed since Mary, first, shed her tears
But today, we can all remember, It,  this happening once again
That Jesus Christ is risen and has freed us from our sin

But, now, He is truly risen ..He is risen up; it is true
He has stretched His arms out wide to rescue, to rescue me and you
The grips of death, once broken, can never bind again
Let's thank our Blessed Savior for freeing us from our sin...

The days before His rising and those hours before that day
Remind us of how much our sinning could darken our every way
How much our hate and fighting and our angriness galore
Could create so much suffering that our Savior meekly bore

But, now, He is truly risen ..He is risen up; it is true
He has stretched His arms out wide to rescue, to rescue me and you
The grips of death, once broken, can never bind again
Let's thank our Blessed Savior for freeing us from our sin.

We are no longer living that moment but our sins can truly hurt
And distance us from our Savior who has reminded us of our worth
If only we could truly grasp it that price that He chose to pay
We would turn from all our sinning and our foolishness displayed

But, now, He is truly risen ..He is risen up; it is true
He has stretched His arms out wide to rescue, to rescue me and you
The grips of death, once broken, can never bind again
Let's thank our Blessed Savior for freeing us from our sin.

It's so wonderful to celebrate it the Resurrection day
To visit and sing some anthems before we say our grace
But we musn't separate it from the lives we daily share
And live like Resurrection people who bring Jesus everywhere

But, now, He is truly risen ..He is risen up; it is true
He has stretched His arms out wide to rescue, to rescue me and you
The grips of death, once broken, can never bind again
Let's thank our Blessed Savior for freeing us from our sin

Turn back..

Be still and think of everything that is happening and going on
Our heart and souls are desiring for a new morning and a better dawn
We're exhausted with all of the waiting and with the constant news
That tells us more are falling to this virus that doesn't pick and choose

After thinking of all of this ..what conclusions are you able to reach
Is there something we're suppose to be learning.. some lessons that quietly leak
Why is it it... that this plague has run and why is it that it is  everywhere
Has anyone come to understand the messages filtering through our air

We had become so very violent so very hateful and  "I don't care"
That God had to shake us up  and make us all become more aware
That there is something more than our egos our grasping and  our reach
Perhaps He's allowing this pandemic to soften us and also to teach.

So what is the lesson from all of this from all   this dying and despair
If not to challenge us to be more loving and more willing share
We have to go back to those times where the rule of love and God
Were considered to be  most desirable and the road upon which we trod....

In all of this ..we can hope

It's going to be alright ..and this storm will pass away
We'll have to wait awhile..but we know it'll, all,  be okay
We might have to know  some inconvenience and suffer a little bit
But everything will turn around and be okay.. in spite of it

It isn't a time for gathering and it isn't a time to steal
It isn't a time for unkindness or for producing theories unreal
But it is a time for  healing and it is a time for the greatest grace
It is a time for everybody to get their life and priorities straight

For the writers of the greatest prophecies and the authors of the book
Are looking down upon our world and are casting a hopeful look
For they know what is in our being and what is in our very core
It is what causes an Infinite One.. to reach out to us once more...

So let's turn around our thinking and let's turn around our ways
Lets turn around to everybody and make an effort to give some praise
For we have so many more moving moments  and so many more years to go
This isn't an ominous ending but an incentive to change and grow