Weekend

It's time to empty my head
Open up the stress compartment
Shake until empty
Fill it up with Music
Sit back and
Let the weekend begin

Thanks

Just a kind word
A "thanks for being you" word
Not for when you're down
But when I want you to know
The place you have
In my heart

Dreams

They all drift away
One thought at a time
Like restless leaves
Carried on a current
Of forgetfulness
Then sleep overtakes
and they re-assemble
In random patterns
Called dreams

Able

Able
Able to do more
Able to do immeasurably more
Able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine
According to His power in us
So that we can do more
Immeasurably more
Than we are
Able

(from Ephesians 3:20)

Rest

It's the end of a long day
To sit and rest is all you want
A chance to ease your weary feet
But how do you rest a weary soul?
What chair can soothe a tired mind?
"Come to me and rest" the Savior gently says
Rest in my love and all is well.

Tell What You Have Seen

You don't have to be a preacher
To tell about God's love
You don't have to be a teacher 
To share what he has done
You can always tell a story
Of a place where you have been
You can give God the glory
For the miracles you've seen
'Cause the most effective sermon
Isn't on a TV screen
The best thing in the long run
Is, just tell what you have seen.

The Bookstore

The bell clanks against the door
Head ducking under the lintel
I enter the world of possibility
Eyes travel across cracked and aged spines
Opening the cover I can smell, feel and almost taste
The buried treasure of knowledge
Waiting to unfold inside my head
In an old book.