Lord, Be So Much More

Be much more than I have imagined
Much more than I could ever conceive
Be more holy than my concept of holiness
Be more lovely than my notion of loveliness
Be better than all I have fathomed of goodness
When I get to glory, be much more than the shadows, 
The types, the symbols, the earthly
I long for the transfigured Lord

45 And Still Alive

45 and still alive
How quickly did this age arrive
Down the hill I swiftly drive
Both joy and sorrow I derive

Rhymes for you I now contrive
For humor on this big day strive
But far from me to e'er deprive
My little ones some evening jive

So headlong in my folly dive
And recognize the fact that I've
Great prosody on which I thrive
That weary souls might I revive

Yes, 45 and still alive
How quickly did this age arrive
But matters not, for Christ's alive
And shall I evermore survive

Is Not Life More?

(Inspired by Matthew 6:25-34)

Do not fret about your life

What to eat, or drink, or wear

Is not life more than these things

Over which you so despair?

Know then, that the Father feeds

Common sparrows of the air

Neither do they sow, nor reap

Storing up to winter, fare

Are you not more valuable

Like a treasure, fine and rare

Than dependent little fowls

Waiting on His faithful care?

And by worry can you add

Say, an hour, to your share?

Is not life more than these things

Over which you so despair?

Consider how the lilies thrive

Without toil, like an heir

Yet Solomon in all his glory

And array, could not compare

But if God so clothes the grass

Here today; tomorrow's flare

Will He not much more clothe you?

Of little faith, O you, He'll spare

Therefore fret not for your life

What to eat, or drink, or wear

Is not life more than these things

Over which you so despair?

For the pagans seek these things

Nothing more, are they aware

But your heav'nly Father knows

What His sons need everywhere

Seek first then His Kingdom, friend

And His righteousness, do bear

Then these things the Lord shall add

According to His loving care

So fret not about tomorrow

It bears its own trouble there

Is not life more than these things

Over which you so despair?

-SC

Joy Is Greatest

Joy is greatest, when sorrows increase,

And tears a mighty strength, release,

Should all hell break and all good cease,

A life of struggle knows true peace,

When He is most and we are least.

-SC