Is This The Day, We Say Goodbye

Is This The Day, We Say Goodbye

 

This day Lord, if it is my last day, I thank you Lord for each day passed. I pray that Your Name will always be stamped upon the hearts of all I leave behind.

If this day is my last day Lord my Your Strength and Your Love be found within my heart.

Lord Your Mercy and Your Grace has set my Soul at Your Feet.

I pray Lord that my ways, my works, have set a smile upon Your Face.

As I close my eyes Lord, I pray that You will continue to protect and love my family and to accept our Soul’s through Your Loving Grace.

Lord I pray that all who read this will love You as You have so devoutly loved us all.

Heart Cath this morning

Getting ready to leave in a couple of minutes to go to the VA in Lexington Ky for another heart cath. Scheduled to begin it at 10:30 EST. The doctors want to see if my heart is able to handle a neck and low back surgeries later this spring. I have had a couple of other heart surgeries in my past and it is not in very good condition. If everything goes perfect I will be back home this evening, if there are minor issues I might have to stay there a night or two. But if there are major issues this might be my last note to you. I wish each and every one of you God’s peace, grace and love, I wish you all well.—ted

(Parable Poem) 7 Short Thoughts Too Ponder

 

Is there such a thing, as a perfect rest

Is there such a thing as a restful peace

 

Can someone have love without passion, or name

Can someone have true passion with a hate-filled mate

 

Is love really a true passion of the heart

Or is the heart really just a passionless pit of darkness

 

Is God’s grace given only to the sinful few

Or is it only the sinful whom give others no grace

 

The first time that you were ever grabbed and kissed, so nice

In the twilight of our time do we still smile inside at the thought

 

Hormones and dreams, with them almost all rushed through our teens

Will our grandchildren have doable dreams, or like hormones just work, then die

 

The greatest generation alive, baby boomers, their parents, X, Y, and Z

The greatest day in history is now, please, open up your eyes, now breathe!

 

(Poem) Time

 

Time

 

To each of us time is the teller of all things

Our life begins with a slap to our bottoms

Then ends with a breath as we lay dying

What do we do in between with this gift of love

Defines who we are and what we’ve become

 

 

Time is endless in space, but not for us specks of sand

Our time is given by Grace from our Creator above

But how do we repay those gifts of this unconditional love

Time marches on yet and not for any one of us will it wait

 

 

What we do with our time is the tale of our Judgement’s fate

Weather we be good or be evil we each on our own decide

Do we spend our time wisely, or like some fool living a lie

In our life we have freedom to choose if to die once, or to die twice

Time marches on and from our own Judgement none of us can hide

(Poem) Candles

 

Candles

Sixteen candles, for me, it was a long time ago

Sixteen times three just a footprint in history to me

I have been blessed with well over sixty odd years

Candles of my history I  have had many good friends

Weather it be blessed or cursed, I’ve had many a good time

But the weight of my  pains could drown a grown man

 

Can we see clearly through the candles of our live’s

Does depression keep our vision always looking behind

We don’t know if there are any candles still ahead for us

Look ahead with your heart and your head and in the Lord trust

We can’t go back though the candles to change things we’ve done

Knowing if we could it would change many lives we have touched

 

Candles of time are like bridges we have blown out

Try not to carry the baggage of things we can not change anyway

For we will drown in the mire and the muck from such heavy chains

Try to always look inward and up to the Lord’s light from above

For all the candles you see are for you, they were given in love

Try to realize that each candle is a present from our Maker’s hand

Please don’t be depressed for the things you can never change

From the womb each candle was given to you by God’s grace and love

Face Down In The Gutter

 

Down in the gutter a human falls on their face

Face down in the sewer, is this where we end life’s race

So many years of struggle to keep up another’s set space

With a world full of Jones’ a person is taught we must race

Not knowing or seeing we were created in God’s given grace

From the womb were taught that he who dies with the most toys

Gains themselves some veiled vision of some mystical first place

 

Like a rat in a maze the Devil has put the humans in their place

Face down in the sewage on our back we must roll and clean off our face

Look upward toward Heaven can you see the stars all aglow

Angels are praying for us so get up on our feet with God’s grace we shall find

Face down in the gutter one whom is in the likeness of God should not ever be

Yes dear friend In the likeness of God every one of us are made, even you and I

In the gutters of this world not even a Bush, a Trump or a Clinton should be

Bloodline’s like they, so tainted with their ego’s and greed still matter to God

My friend, I hope you can now see that you matter to God, and you matter to me

(Poem) Time

 

Time

 

To each of us time is the teller of all things

Our life begins with a slap to our bottoms

Then ends with a breath as we lay dying

What do we do in between with this gift of love

Defines who we are and what we’ve become

 

 

Time is endless in space, but not for us specks of sand

Our time is given by Grace from our Creator above

But how do we repay those gifts of this unconditional love

Time marches on yet and not for any one of us will it wait

 

 

What we do with our time is the tale of our Judgement’s fate

Weather we be good or be evil we each on our own decide

Do we spend our time wisely, or like some fool living a lie

In our life we have freedom to choose if to die once, or to die twice

Time marches on and from our own Judgement none of us can hide

(Poem) Candles

 

Candles

Sixteen candles, for me, it was a long time ago

Sixteen times three just a footprint in history to me

I have been blessed with well over sixty odd years

Candles of my history I  have had many good friends

Weather it be blessed or cursed, I’ve had many a good time

But the weight of my  pains could drown a grown man

 

Can we see clearly through the candles of our live’s

Does depression keep our vision always looking behind

We don’t know if there are any candles still ahead for us

Look ahead with your heart and your head and in the Lord trust

We can’t go back though the candles to change things we’ve done

Knowing if we could it would change many lives we have touched

 

Candles of time are like bridges we have blown out

Try not to carry the baggage of things we can not change anyway

For we will drown in the mire and the muck from such heavy chains

Try to always look inward and up to the Lord’s light from above

For all the candles you see are for you, they were given in love

Try to realize that each candle is a present from our Maker’s hand

Please don’t be depressed for the things you can never change

From the womb each candle was given to you by God’s grace and love

Face Down In The Gutter

 

Down in the gutter a human falls on their face

Face down in the sewer, is this where we end life’s race

So many years of struggle to keep up another’s set space

With a world full of Jones’ a person is taught we must race

Not knowing or seeing we were created in God’s given grace

From the womb were taught that he who dies with the most toys

Gains themselves some veiled vision of some mystical first place

 

Like a rat in a maze the Devil has put the humans in their place

Face down in the sewage on our back we must roll and clean off our face

Look upward toward Heaven can you see the stars all aglow

Angels are praying for us so get up on our feet with God’s grace we shall find

Face down in the gutter one whom is in the likeness of God should not ever be

Yes dear friend In the likeness of God every one of us are made, even you and I

In the gutters of this world not even a Bush, a Trump or a Clinton should be

Bloodline’s like they, so tainted with their ego’s and greed still matter to God

My friend, I hope you can now see that you matter to God, and you matter to me