Bitter winds are creeping in
Biting as the day begins
Whispering, rushing, circling round
Winter warnings start to sound
See the pictures on the frame
Frosty images ..none the same
Wintery wonders with a tale:
Gusty breezes will prevail
Venture outside you will see
All the coldness yes, indeed
Frozen branches grass blades too;
Icy power lines that'll worry you
Get all ready for the blast
Will your food and batteries last?
Check your water; blankets ...too
Don't let ice storms frighten you
Silence is sounding off..it is crying out to me
It beckons me to return: return and I will see
The softness of each morning the secrets so Divine
I have only to open my Heart to let in this Heavenly shine
Already I can hear them the birds who wake the dawn
They chirp with gentle melody and watch creation yawn
Like a choir in perfect pitch they sooth my heart and soul
It's something I cannot resist it makes my spirit whole
So long I have been waiting to spill out my heart in rhyme
I was waiting for that perfect moment that invitational time
To open up once more to show what's happening within
Now my soul can sing it and share with all again
When you're struggling, deep inside you
And you don't know what you should do
Reach up quickly to the Almighty
And He will help you quickly see:
All these trials and temptations
Are stepping stones to something new
Trust in Jesus and all His angels
They'll be there if you want them to
You've known sorrows and tribulations
And longed for days without frustration
Sometimes storms..they kept on rolling
And hid from you what should be showing
All these trials and temptations
Are stepping stones to something new
Trust in Jesus and all His angels
They'll be there if you want them to
I've seen angels from the Heavens
Carrying answers for every question
Keep them near you and they'll lead you
To a peace profound and true
All these trials and temptations
Are stepping stones to something new
Trust in Jesus and all His angels
They'll be there if you want them to
A tiny baby
A pile of hay
So much unspoken
So much to say
Like: come to Me
Yes..come and see
Your king...Your God
In obscurity.
No trumpet blast
No big parade
Will welcome Him
On Christmas Day
But rather all
Will come and sing
Of God made man
An infant King
You'll see the poor
The shepherd kind
Who have no more
then twigs they find
To offer Him
To heat and build
These simple souls
Approach unskilled
Great kings were there
Oh yes they were
Bearing gifts like
Gold and myhrr
They followed stars
and the greatest one
Revealed to them
God had a Son
We.. like them:
The very poor
Will come approach
Him and adore
With heartfelt thanks
and love sincere
For giving us all
This Babe most dear
Merry Christmas....Joy
Before there was a "Silent Night"
Or "Away a manger" came to light
A baby lay in crinkly hay
Changing night time into day
Our God came down: for you ..for me
But not as a God was suppose to be
He came to us like one in need
Instead of One who hears our pleas
His mom was there and Joseph too
But no one else... because no one knew
That this baby born with baby sight
Would come to us and be our Light
And so it is each year we sing
Of God's great Gift: our Everything
And then we proceed to look and see
What waits for us beneath the tree
Do we recall, with each gift we get
That God is sharing or do we forget
That the reason we come together.. at all
Is because God came down: so meek so small
So let us sing with Christmas cheer
With voices loud and hearts most dear
But never, ever, let it slip away
That God has made it: this Christmas Day..
Merry Christmas everyone: love you all: Joy Pachowicz
In my weakness, in my illness..angels call upon my name
They remind me and support me: ever present... still the same
Giving comfort, giving solace reminding me to be so still
As the Lover of my being continues to show to me His Will
Not my will Lord not my way Lord but your will be always done
From the morning till the evening till the hours no longer run
I can see it in the doctors in the nurses who look at me
Sickness grabbing trying to conquer but I will know the victory
After hours of the procedures and the tests that run so long
I will see it so transparent the healing Hand of God so strong
Not my will Lord, not my way Lord, but your will be always done
From the morning, till the evening, till the hours no longer run
I am happy in each moment that the good God gives to me
Sometimes healthy, sometimes struggling: I embrace it.. what shall be
So, do join me, in this anthem, in this morning song.. so true
God is present in our happenings waiting on us: me and you
Not my will Lord, not my way Lord, but your will be always done
From the morning, till the evening, till the hours no longer run
