Surviving without thriving

A winter wind is blowing

And my heart is growing cold

I was once born young

Now I’m sick and feeling old

The hands on the analog clock

Are counting down my time

I can hear the ticking

As I write another rhyme

I know the reaper’s waiting

Just outside my door

If my legs and free will fail

He’ll find me on the floor

But while I have energy

I’ll outrun his bony touch

Surviving without thriving

Will have to be enough

Your Promise

I don’t do well with suffering

I feel sorry for myself

And I cry out in my anguish

Why is this the hand that I’ve been dealt?

Though I try, I’m not devoid of sin

For no one is completely pure within

So, I’m scared that You’ll reject me
 I worry You’ll forget me

And I pray:
Lord have Mercy

Christ have Mercy

Lord have Mercy on my soul

Then I turn back to Your Word

Reinforce all I’ve heard

You didn’t promise to prevent the pain

You didn’t promise to wash away the rain

Your only promise was to be right by my side

Through good and bad times, low and high tide

And I feel you close to me

As I try to be who I’m meant to be

Through troubles, I struggle to be brave

Even though it’s only ease I crave 

And I pray:
Lord have Mercy

Christ have Mercy

Lord have Mercy on my soul

Then I turn back to Your Word

Reinforce all I’ve heard

You didn’t promise to prevent the pain

You didn’t promise to wash away the rain

Your only promise was to be right by my side

Through good and bad times, low and high tide

Your only promise was to be right by my side

Through good times and bad, low and high tide

And I feel you close to me

I feel you close to me…

After an Illness

I’ve lost the art of conversation

Can’t solve the simple equation

Spending too much time alone

Too much time at home

Just a broken fool

Battling demons cruel

Sometimes I think of you

And the things we used to do

And I’d like to fall back in

Hold you deep within

The feelings that once grew

Still alive and true

Such a handsome man

Your hands spoke with elan

Your voice a melodious chord

Playing my backbone keyboard

I reveled in the sound

While words became unwound

But seeing you again

Isn’t like it was back then

I can’t resurrect the past

If I could, it wouldn’t last

For I am not the same

No longer in the game

I’ve lost more than conversation

Can’t solve the simple equation

Prefer to be alone

Safe and secure at home

Just a broken fool

Battling demons cruel

No one said life was fair

Time steals the finest share

But memories are sweet

Even in retreat

And I’ll always hold you dear

In a dream free and clear

I’ve lost the art of conversation

Can’t solve the simple equation

Prefer to be alone

Safe and secure at home

Just a broken fool

Battling demons cruel