The Keys to My Future

The courtship’s been slow but so enticing

The possibilities are so exciting

My life without you has been good so far

Why should I move to where you are

The promises you make are great ones

I’m longing to know if you’ll make or break them

At your best my needs you meet

At your worst you lie to me

When I’m ready to go you’re always down

When I hesitate you’re always around

I can’t hold back the hands of time

I fear that I’ll be left behind

  

All the wheels are set in motion

But you still don’t have my full devotion

Cause when my future plans were set

They didn’t include you Internet

Silent Memories

I don’t know about anyone else, but during a concert or sporting event when they ask for a moment of silence for someone who has died, I have a hard time quieting my mind. Surrounded by all of the activity and with feelings of anticipation and excitement, it takes almost that long for me to try to focus my thoughts. Silence doesn’t seem to come easy these days.

  When I was growing up there was one day when no music, TV or games were allowed in our house from the time we got up until 3 o’clock in the afternoon.  It was Good Friday.  It was not normal for the four of us kids to be quiet so the day was long and frustrating.  When I got bored I would usually go outside which was my favorite place to be anyway.  Funny thing though, I remember so many Good Fridays when it rained all day.  Mom always said the angels were crying for Jesus. Not long after 3:00 someone would turn on the TV on but not as loud as usual and it seemed like it took a while for things to get back to normal.  

I asked her once why we could turn everything back on at 3:00 and she said that it was because that was the time when it was believed Jesus had died on the cross.  It didn’t make sense to me then that the saddest moment of the day would be the time when the music and games could start again. But I began to understand that when I read what Jesus said on the cross, “It is finished”.  The pain was over and death defeated now all there was to do was to wait for the Glory of Easter.

I wish that I could say that I carried on that tradition for my own children but I really only told them about it.  Now on Good Friday no matter where I am my mind always goes back to the memory of that quiet time and I think about Him because I know that through all His suffering on that day He was thinking about us.

The Knowing

A seed sown by the winds of fate

Silently endures the wait

How does it sense the time for growing

It’s in the knowing

Suspended in the darkened sky

What sets them loose at last to fly

Their starlit paths behind them glowing

It’s in the knowing

They rhythmically caress the land

What force empowers the unknown hand

That in the night pulls back the flowing

It’s in the knowing

                From first breath and first halting steps

                What leads us through to final rest

                The constant of our lifeblood flowing

                 It’s in the knowing

                Seeking His love and His forgiveness

                Finding the path He’s set before us

                Feeling the faith within us growing

                It’s in the knowing