Fog of the Day’s End

The fog rolls in; a dreary, dark mist.
Distant objects fade, soon to be missed.

When from this life, we wander away,
Our memory’s left behind that day.

Who will remember our own sacrifice?
What stories will be told of our life?

Honor, glory, faith, and good things?
Or evil, ugly, and awful tidings?

Will your life pass away, into the mist?
Or be like a fog light nobody can miss?

I know not what you would choose yourself;
But I know, myself, I’d want to help.

Living a life that wants naught, nor glory,
But directs ever heart towards Christ’s story.

To be a light that cuts through the fog;
Even in death, a lighthouse to lost.

So who will remember you on your day,
When, from this life, you fade away?

The fog rolls in; a dreary, dark mist.
When this days ends, will it be missed?

Barefoot Solid

Barefoot Solid

I jump, I hop, I skip around,
To songs, so lively a sound!
My feet, my hands, I turn them around,
Until I’m flat on the ground!

I’ll grab your hand, and dance with you;
No matter the time, no matter how soon!
We’ll laugh and sing a glorious tune,
Together, barefoot, no shoes!

Dance with me, this crazy jig,
Circles, swings, and moves so big!
As you start, as you begin,
Watch out for wild thingumajigs!

I thank the Lord for feet so free,
That I can run, that I can sing!
He gave me my voice, my breath, my feet,
Barefoot, obliged, rejoicing!

Every day is dance or song,
By God’s grace, we’ll carry on!
Sun, rain, wind and storm,
He is the source of my song!

So join me now in dance and song,
We’ll carry on ’til the day is gone!
Off to bed we slip at night…
Barefoot again by the morn’s first light!