To: moose07
"The finest overtures where being recited by the players of background music.
Nature always does play the finest harmonies for the theatre of life."
My Frequent Prayer
My eyes are stained glass windows,
Gods light shines to my soul.
With every breath I take,
I thank God for my role.
I have a part to play, you see.
With loneliness around.
For every only child I know,
A brother he has found.
Theres music in the world, I hear,
A drumbeat booms within my chest.
Im mindful that God wrote the score,
With every drummers rest.
And flutes there are, and fifes so sweet,
That glide across the day.
The feathered players know the tunes,
And never ask for pay.
My friends go by, theyre off to church,
And pray that I will follow.
But water becomes wine to me,
A sacrament to swallow,
And every crust of bread, to me,
Is sacred to behold,
And every coin that comes to me,
I feel is made of gold.
Im thankful for each breath I take,
With every word I say,
I just wish folks could understand,
That this is how I pray.
NicknamedBob . . . . . 18 January 2004
4,629 posted on
03/03/2013 11:12:39 AM PST by
NicknamedBob
(If it was good enough for the Krell, then it's good enough for me!)
To: NicknamedBob
And flutes there are, and fifes so sweet,
That glide across the day.
The feathered players know the tunes,
And never ask for pay.
Amen to a nice prayer
Nature sure does like a good piece of background music. ;)
4,643 posted on
03/03/2013 12:58:32 PM PST by
moose07
(the truth will out ,one day. liberals and logic: Never confuse the two! Hi MI# !)
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