The Farmer

I pray for rain


I weep in pain

I moan and groan

But all in vain



For my yard is over grown

And the farm is all brown

Remnant of the last season

I’m yet to cut down



Easy to pray

Cheap to weep

But my part will I play?

For surely the rain will come

But what would it bless?

When all I do is weep and moan and groan

A Song

I need a song


A song to sing

I need a song

A song that cheers

I need a song

A song to put me at ease

I need a song

That tells all my heart cries



I love

I live

I wait

I weep

I hope, oh still I hope

That when my song comes

I’ll dance all the way

By myself

When it is left to just me and You


I am free to sing

I am free to dance

I am free to say the words "I love You"

Knowing You deserve it right well and I am so unworthy



When there is just me and You

I come true, shedding all the masks

Coming before the one that know all and loves me still

How else can I say it, I come before the one that loves me undeserving as I am



Then I look in the eyes of love,

I come to fully understand why He bore the pain and the shame He knew I would daily bring

He did it just in hope that I would let Him love me as I should be loved

A love only He understands and yes I love Him

Yes I love Jesus!