Dad's Name

Dad, can you see your grandson?

Are you pleased he carries your name?

He even has your same blue eyes.

That is known for our family’s fame.

I hope that he grows up like you,

So courageous, so kind and strong.

We can’t wait to tell him all about you,

And the history of the family he belongs.

His birth has made it easier to live

with the pain that your passing brought.

Knowing he carries part of your DNA,

Fills me with hopeful, happy thoughts.

If you're now an angel up in Heaven,

Can you watch over him and protect?

Will you help guide him to make sure

the path he takes is straight and correct?

It's Never too Late

Like a flower, it is never too late to bloom,

A seed grows into a bud, lying dormant.

Like a baby develops in a mother’s womb.

In a season, just paused in a growth stunt.

It is never too late to change your fate,

For the dreams you have lost or have died

For the smallest of hope as you patiently wait,

Can rekindle the flame of your seed inside.

That dormant seed that looks dead and gone,

Can be revived with a watered opportunity.

Don’t despair though it might be taking so long,

Just be ready to bloom with hope and positivity.

It is never too late, for there’s always tomorrow,

Hold on to your dreams and don’t lose them.

Never give up, for your future is not known,

There’s still time for your dreams to blossom.

Finding the Lost

Things are never too lost that cannot be found, including you.

You can lose your sanity, your marbles, in this crazy, upside-down world,

Your thoughts can get lost in your cluttered, muddled and troubled mind

You can lose your hope, unanchored, swaying in the storm, feeling hurled

Trying to find the will to live, not just to survive, but to thrive, a purpose to find.

You can lose your way, going in circles along life’s many detours

With your shoulda's, coulda's, woulda's and if onlys…

Looking for the light, back to where your memories were happier

You can lose your passion, those big dreams of your enthusiastic youth

Or you can lose your authentic self, always being a people pleaser

Not validating the value of your worth in the foundation of your truth.

Life is about searching and finding your own adventure to explore,

Discovering your purpose, your calling, that will satisfy your soul

A daily, continuous, intentional search to find that something more.

The pursuit of joining your broken bits together to be made whole

You can lose a loved one, but those who we love are never truly lost.

They stay buried in your heart, where a hole leaks grief in place of love

Shocking you with the reality of how much their absence does cost

As you search for the kind of comfort that hugs you like a glove

Don’t lose your time, wasting it idly away, ticking like a time bomb

Don’t lose your patience. Instead stay cool and calm at your core

Don’t lose your temper, exchanging it for strife and filling you with hate

Some search for justice and mercy, those lost causes worth fighting for

Some things are good to lose that you hope not to find again, like weight

There are countless things we lose in life, but nothing is too lost that cannot be found, especially you…

Kindness

Kindness is contagious,

It spreads faster than the flu.

When someone is kind to you,

You want to be kind too.

Kindness is like a virus,

Germs of goodness in action.

They spread when paid forward,

And can infect a whole nation.

Kindness is just a simple deed,

That makes our life worthwhile.

It is helping out our neighbours,

And infecting them with a smile.

Sneeze out words of kindness,

Cough out every negativity.

There’s no need to mask or isolate,

To spread kindness and positivity.

Kindness is the world’s cure,

For every bad, or sad or mad.

When paid forward to another,

Will make both of you glad.

Keep on spreading kindness,

With germs of joy and generosity.

Steer clear of life’s pessimism,

For meanness is an atrocity.

Break Free

There is a prison that has no bars,

With neither a lock nor a security key.

Yet it keeps one bound in chains,

With an inner yearning to be set free.

There is a prison that has no walls,

With neither a roof ahead or a floor.

Yet it imprisons and enslaves you,

And keeps you banging on the door.

There is a prison that has no guards,

Where no slop for food is served.

Yet it feeds you full with shame,

And finds you guilty, as deserved.

There is a prison with no escape,

Of endless torment, pain and hurts.

Where strongholds find no refuge,

Despite persistent, trying efforts.

This prison is not built with brick,

For its cell is built in your mind.

It keeps you from living life free,

When you can’t leave the past behind.

It’s where addictions become your guard,

With fears that control your every move.

You are bound by its invisible chains,

That only deliverance can fully remove.

So break free from this cell that confines you,

Let go of every chain that keeps you bound.

Open the door of your mind to break free,

For its there where your freedom is found.

Hope is like a Rope

Hope is like a strong rope to hold on tight to,

With all your strength and might.

Something to hang on to

When you feel hopeless or blue,

Hope is the cure for a future that’s unsure.

Hope is like the scarlet chord,

That hung from a window and saw a prostitute restored.

Our Hope is in the blood-stained rope of Christ,

That bound Him to the cross that sufficed.

To save us from eternal death

Finished and done in His final breath.

Hope is like a rope, that pulls you out of every pit,

Rescuing you when you’re tempted to quit.

It swings you to the other side,

Safe and securely tied.

Hope is like a three chorded knotted rope,

That can never be severed or fray and helps you to cope.

It offers you a refuge, a shelter from life’s storms,

It transforms your fears into peace,

And makes your strivings cease.

Hope is like a life rope to hang onto very tight,

It holds you stable and makes everything alright.

When you reach the end of your rope, Jesus will see you through,

So hang hope from your life, so you can help pull others up too.

Hope is your rope, so hold on tight with a steady grip,

For it is God’s life-saving weapon of worship.

 

The Choice is Yours

 

You can choose to be mean or you can choose to be kind,
You can choose what thoughts will occupy your mind.
You can choose how you respond and how you will react,
You can choose to reply in haste, with little or no tact.
Or you can choose to remain calm and not be offended,
You can choose to accept that the hurt was not intended.
You can choose to be bitter or you can choose to forgive,
You can choose to be grateful and always appreciative.
You can choose to get angry or you can choose to have peace,
You can choose to be stressed or you can choose to release.
You can choose to give up or you can choose to have hope,
You can choose to how you’ll live and how you will cope.
You can choose to succeed or you can choose excuses,
You can choose to see the good in life’s little bruises.
You can choose what to believe, or you can choose to reject,
You can choose your future, by the dreams you project.
You can choose to be a blessing, or you can choose to curse,
You can choose to be still, even when things feel worse.
You can choose to be friendly, to encourage and complement,
Or you can choose to isolate, remain alone, to your own detriment.
You can choose to be happy, or you can choose to be sad,
You can choose to have joy, or you can choose to feel bad.
You can choose to feel sick, or you can act like you’re well,
You can choose to push through and not make other’s life hell.
You can choose to declare your healing, despite how you’re feeling.
Each day you wake up with many choices to choose,
There are good choices to choose, and bad ones to refuse.
Each moment of every day, you have many choices to make,
So be sure to choose well so you won’t make a mistake.