3. Alpha and Omega

4. Balm of Love

5. Beyond Tomorrow

6. Cascades in Moonlight

7. Christmas Seen

8. Doubt

9. Eternal Valentine

10. God's Grace

11. God's Love

12. Helen Barth

14. John 3:16

15. Living Within

16. Life's Byway

17. Lost -- But Found

18. Miss Triplet

19. My Jean

20. My Mother

21. Perfect Peace

22. Perfect Strength

23. Portrait of a Christian

24. Reflections of a Lady

25. Romance of Redemption

26. Search the Scriptures

27. Something in Common

28. Sharon

29. The Gift of a Girl

30. The Way

31. Together

32. These Three

33. The Prodigal

35. To Be Free

36. To Heal Her Heartache

37. To Know Him

38. Truth

39. What Will You Do?

40. The Gospel Call

42. Why Not Now?

43. A Bums Life

44. A Miss on a Bus

45. Anticipation

46. Artistic Autumn

47. A Winter Evening at Lake Harriet

48. Dear Helen

49. Envy -- Is Irish Green

50. Feminine Philosophy

51. Fishing in Fantasy

52. Modern Wonder

53. Not Guilty

54. Portrait of a Baby

55. Resonance

56. Song of Minnesota

57. Spring Beauty

58. The Huntress

59. Wise or Otherwise

60.The Etching

61. You Alone

62. Whistles in the Night

63. The Cat

64. Conquering Chris

65. Miss New York

God does not judge by our dress or skin,

but discerns the heart -- does it harbor sin?

God will not tolerate our sin and shame,

but loves all sinners Christ bears our blame.

Praise be the glory to stem the flood,

providing redemption by Jesus' shed blood.

Through grace and mercy God gave us his Son,

be accepted in Jesus The beloved one.

Friends were there from far and near,

Friends are folks that we hold dear.

In worship we did blend as one

As God provided in His Son.

The Holy Spirit moved and then --

His charge came from Godly men.

To Pastor Lu -- you know the need,

To tend the flock, uproot the weed.

To God's people we beseech,

Put to practice the word we preach.

All that day we did raise

With joyful hearts, songs of praise.

Time stood still -- it was your day,

the love of God was on display.

Oh! the joy of God-given friends,

Through Jesus Christ it never ends.

In the beginning we are told

of a savior coming to earth.

From the Gospels, the good news

the story of Jesus birth.

Our Savior died on Calvary

at the hands of ungodly men.

But the tomb could not hold

our eternal Lord --

Jesus is coming again.

If our neighbor we could win

we must cease from serving sin.

Life is judged as daily seen,

our Lords command is to be clean.

If by chance we should live 

Why do I fail - so seldom see

the vision of love that I lack?

It's easy to see things dear to me

the years are so clear looking back.

Time slips by of fleeting wings

while I strive to cope with today,

then my heart sings with joy it brings

when I live to let God have his way.

Burdens no more of strain or strife

I rejoice to lay away my sorrow,

and live my life in Jesus Christ

today and beyond tomorrow.

Bathed in beauty of mellow light

rolling foothills wintry white,

misty mountains towering high

a silvery glow beneath the sky,

moon and mountains standing where --

the Lord will meet us in the air.

Why is this day called Christmas?

Is it better than the rest?

It's a day of hope eternal

not just better, but the best.

It's the day of his fulfillment

of that promise long ago,

not only would we see him,

but this Jesus we should know.

Who can understand the meaning

of his birth in low estate?

Those who seek to find and trust Him

trusting Him not trusting fate.

In Bethlehem - a manger,

a well known Christmas scene,

to see, want and know Him

takes a love - His love supreme.

His birth is God's purpose

to break the strength of sin.

I've known Christmas from without

Christmas now I know within.

His birth gives us a new hope

from our worldly ways to wean,

to know His will, His way, His Word,

through eyes of faith is Christmas seen.

My thoughts drift back to yesteryear

when two young lads to me were dear

Joyful days, the pride of life,

life so full, no thought of strife.

Then came that day we had to part

with loss of will, of hope, of heart.

No wound is ever slightly healed

it's served complete and quickly sealed.

God heals the wound we cannot close

and soothes in time the scar that grows

Thoughts within the heart concealed

as time moves on are then revealed

When sorrow fills you life with doubt

God - by grace - will cast it out.

Hearts have always been a sign --

will you be my valentine.

God will always search for you

because His love is ever true.

And Jesus seeks to be a part

forever living in your heart

You can know that gracious love

through the Spirit from heaven above.

When your abiding in Christ's vine

then you are Gods valentine.

Life is dreary I hear you say,

I also used to be that way.

Through the Word I found my Lord,

Jesus Christ is my reward.

Life in His abiding place

is known only by God's grace.

Born in a manger of holy birth,

adored by heaven, praised on earth.

In God's way He spent His youth

He knew the time to teach His truth.

God's Word of Truth did man offend,

Jesus betrayed by one called friend.

Envy filled those men with hate,

They twisted Truth to seat His fate,

and nailed Him to the tree--His cross,

darkened hearts ignored the loss.

In agony Christ did depart,

His mortal wound -- a broken heart.

I pause to listen and rejoice

when I hear her silvery voice,

singing softly, sweet and low,

to set my weary heart aglow.

A song so tender, yet so clear,

She sings of Jesus so sincere.

The beauty of the sunset

dims when I compare,

the beauty of God's mercy

in His answer to my prayer.

The beauty of the heavens

its wondrous, starry skies,

cannot contain the beauty of

Christ's Word to make me wise.

The beauty of the rainbow

enchanting through the mist,

fades with the memory of

His quiet place -- our tryst.

The beauty of the firmament

the sky, the earth, the sea,

have not the deep contentment

the love of Jesus hold for me.

Arise, shine, let your light be bright,

arise, shine, dispel the night.

As the light shown round the shepherds then,

let God's holy light shine forth again.

Wise men coming from afar,

seeking the King beneath the star.

Your light gives a single glow,

together we let this dark world know

that God's light shining from within

repels all darkness and all sin.

Jesus came this special day

with love to take our sin away.

Much greater could oppression be

in this my own Gethsemane.

Iron bars are strong, stone walls are high,

but they have no strength the day I die.

Sorrow on sorrow will surely bring

a time when death shall lose its sting.

I can't turn back, looking forward I grope,

slowly but surely comes lose of hope.

Where shall I turn in the hour of need?

Man's ways are filled with selfish greed.

When from life's load I need a rest

I ask my Jesus for His best.

He tells me that His word is life,

an inward peace, not outward strife.

Christ my Lord, the Truth, the Way,

my life now knows Resurrection Day.

Familiar friends cease to care

and jest at heartaches I must bear,

though they never felt the sting

that this tragedy did bring.

Insisting that their ways were true

they gave me bondage as my due.

I watched them twist the truth about,

and felt the joy of life snuff out.

I reached the point of no return

as verbal barbs let loose the spurn.

Yet when I was lost for sure

God knew the depth I could endure,

and set His strength within my soul

then added zest to reach the goal.

The longing hope of God - given rest

is now fulfilled within my breast.

I love the earth, all worldly things.

I love all nature for the joy it brings.

But what are these when I compare

to the God who is , though I know not where?

We have the truth men will cry

though their truth fails to satisfy.

Then softly and clearly Jesus is heard,

I AM THE TRUTH, THE LIVING WORD

It's just your picture

on a shelf in my room,

but it brightens my day

and chases the gloom.

I know those smiles

three of a kind,

with hearts light and gay

one always will find.

The two I remember

with long flaxen braids,

I knew them when --

now they are young maids,

There is one little bundle

with a bright shiny face

I have not, as yet seen

but I will by God's grace.

Into my life you did arrive

--suddenly -- I came alive.

You spoke to me without a word

-- loveliness -- was all I heard.

Winsome ways that I have found

so comfortable to be around.

Just the girl for whom I care,

one whose thoughts I love to share.

Because you're mine I'll always say

God answer prayer in a wonderful way.

When I recall my youthful days

some so clearly, some with haze,

sometimes lonely, sometime joy,

sometimes a girl, sometimes a boy.

Mom was ever on the run

for I remember twelve plus one.

We took her for granted one and all,

expecting her at our beck and call.

I've always wondered if Mom's joy

consisted of her girls and boys.

Times of rejoicing, times of strife,

times of sorrow, times of life,

life so short, but God did give

His only Son that we might live.

Peace on earth will someday be

for all throughout eternity.

Enjoy God's blessing everyday,

in everything and everyway.

Abiding in God's heavenly call

of peace on earth, good will to all.

Christ came on Christmas morn

Thus God's plan of peace was born.

Eternal peace is our reward

through Jesus Christ the living Lord.

I want to be a strong man

I want to give my best,

I want to be a winner

to gain God's promised rest.

I want to be strong man

with Jesus all the way,

He is my constant strength

when at his feet I pray.

I want to be a strong man

till I this life resign,

I want be the Lord's man

His love revealed in mine.

God knows when I'm a strong man

then I can testify --

that Jesus Christ in my life

will all my strength supply

Jesus cares, and keeps His flock,

Shepherd, Savior and our Rock.

Growing daily by His grace

and His love our fears replace.

We're twice born -- our second birth

bestows on us our Master's worth.

Jesus calls -- He's calling you

to find the many or the few.

Though we search and find but one

who through the Word from sin is won,

the spirit of Truth will infuse

into that life the greatest new.

Enfolding fellowship divine

knowing Jesus -- He is mine,

and striving always to the end

-- telling others of our friend.

I see you in all walks of life

perhaps a widow, perhaps a wife.

Your simple beauty subdued today

in retrospect of yesterday,

when finding paths to rough to trod

you learned to live and trust in God.

A woman's life has filled with grace

etched not its cares upon your face,

in ways of life you have not grieved

giving more than you received.

You lived, you loved and life you gave,

God's Word of Truth to help engrave --

of creeping time you show no fears

you wear so well your later years.

Redemption is a romance

not a weary life to trod,

but accepting our salvation

the gift of a loving God.

God gave this gift to sinners

in Jesus Christ His Son,

then through the Holy Spirit

by grace will make us one

I found Him in His written word,

I went in swift pursuit,

My heart said, "Hurry! hurry!"

My mind was in in dispute.

Would Jesus take me to His side,

Or even be a friend?

Would He from His lofty place

Stoop -- or condescend?

While within I'm bursting

An inhibition dike,

God's will knits together

Heart-thoughts so alike.

to keep me straight, to teach me truth.

I felt the urge to go astray,

your impress kept me in His way.

by day a dream, by night a song,

by love your memories prolong.

Though now a man, and yet a boy,

you are my love, my strength, my joy,

in my life -- integral part --

the constant keeper of my heart.

My soul and I are now good friends

We've learned in spite of fate,

That we can live within ourselves

Where thoughts communicate.

God has prepared in each a place

I know and I must tell,

My heart, my soul, His Spirit,

There with contentment dwell.

I built my life without a care,

without a thought that others share.

Husks were gathered in delight

they seemed so pleasing to my sight.

I was youth, I built with zest,

believing I could choose the best.

I set to work without delay,

scoffed at those who stopped to pray.

When I found I'd built on sand

the day of reckoning was at hand.

Recalling then that I did mock

at those who said to build on Rock.

For the advice I had abhorred --

The Rock of Ages -- Christ our Lord.

In fear I cried to Him -- why God?

By grace I know him now -- my God.

From birth at first we cry

we hurry toward the day we die.

Born in sin a constant flood

salvation came by Jesus shed blood.

We cannot call this world our home

to dwell within its catacomb.

We live in hope of Christ our Lord

His sacrifice is our reward.

When Jesus calls to take His own

death becomes a stepping stone.

Be free -- or you do not live,

live -- or you are not free,

flesh is but a prison

when we mock morality.

Who keeps God's law? -- only One,

some pretend to partake,

their one thought is to disguise

for their own law they make.

This is not new for long ago

it's what the Psalmist saw --

'With them have no fellowship

which frame mischief by law."

Their hands are unclean.

They live a life of ease.

Selfish thought is always this

-- the appetite to please.

From my youth I've known the goal

the one I want to be,

when in God's Word and way I live

my soul and flesh are free.

In solitude through lonely night

contemplating wrong from right,

your cold world of constant strife

yet within you love a life.

You stand alone, he does not care

about the heartache you must bear.

will no one in this weary land

offer you a helping hand?

who by your silent plea will sway

and stand beside you all the way?

I will come to take your part

listen while you bare your heart,

lay your head against my breast

to take yourself a moments rest.

We who sinned and went astray

can turn to Jesus - hear Him say -

With love I seek your soul to win,

My blood will cleanse your guilt of sin.

How shall I know Him?

this is my plea.

How shall I know Him?

and always be free.

How shall I know Him?

a constant call.

How shall I know Him?

my all in all.

How shall I know Him?

what must I give.

How shall I know Him?

forever to live.

How shall I know Him?

in hope I cry.

How shall I know Him?

before I die.

How shall I know Him?

Jesus told me the way

In His Word, by His will,

as we pray day by day

As you sow you also reap,

of highest joy or sorrow deep.

If by choice you should sow,

seeds of hate you reap woe.

When you seek seed from above,

sow with faith reap God's love.

What will you do with Jesus?

What will you do today?

What will you do with Jesus?

He's the one and only way.

What will you do with Jesus?

Will you nail Him to the cross?

What will you do with Jesus?

Will you count Him but a loss?

What will you do with Jesus?

Will He be your Savior and Lord?

What a blessing to know our Jesus

Who will fill your life with accord.

What will you do with Jesus?

What will you do my friend?

For what you have done with Jesus

Is all that will count in the end.

God is calling will your answer be

a simple song or a symphony?

Resounding notes from the organ peal

praise to God so rich and real.

the choir rings out in songs that rejoice

the heaven sent gift of a singing voice.

The group or solo we love so well

their songs of blessing do excel.

there are those called to teach

the hungry hearts we need to reach.

Precious is His living Word

then we know the truth is heard.

For Jesus warns us to beware

of Satan's' pitfalls that ensnare.

But what of those who do their work

unsung - unseen - yet never shirk?

Unseen by the world - but God will see

that they reap rewards in eternity.

What ever the task - big or small

hasten to answer the Gospel call.

Life has no meaning in the barren years,

a life without Jesus is sorrow and tears.

Do you need a balm for trouble and pain?

Without God's will your search is in vain.

When ever you zest for wholesome fun

then seek to serve God's gracious Son.

God formed this body to contain the soul,

then breathed in life to compare the whole.

Though days are dreary and nights seem long

God's Word within will be your song.

The Lord turns you on at the break of day

when Jesus Christ has come to stay.

Jesus came to give His life

that sinner such as we,

could enter God's eternal rest

and from our sins set free.

Jesus shed His precious blood

on that appointed day,

then once for all His sacrifice

would wash our sins away.

Jesus is patiently waiting

don't lightly turn him away,

as He stands without will you open

the door of your heart today?

In my youth I longed to roam

so I packed my bag and left my home,

with only one thought a glorious time,

between me and starvation one thin dime.

So down to the yards to wait for a train,

the night was dark with a spatter of rain.

A restless wait -- we were ready to roll

so I climbed aboard way out west my goal.

With click and a clatter that's the song they sing,

I'm on my way and felt like a king.

At the break of day clear and bright

the city behind me and also the night,

miles slip by with a clicking refrain

then a familiar feeling -- hunger pain.

We stopped at a spot I had never seen,

hey bud what's this? oh! Aberdeen.

A bowl of beans and I felt fine,

but it also cost that dime of mine.

Back to the yards and soon headed out,

the same old rattle but a different route.

It was late afternoon and rolling south,

not so cocksure and down in the mouth.

As night came on with nothing to eat,

thoughts of home were mighty sweet.

When we stopped I bummed some bread,

ruled by my stomach not by my head.

I went to a house at the edge of town

my knock was answered and he gave me a frown,

but he fetched a loaf and carving knife

then cut me a chunk from the staff of life.

I've had tastier food not always from need,

but that old chuck with my stomach agreed.

The days stretched into a week,

my food didn't stretch it left me weak.

When we hit Denver I made up my mind

I still loved life, but a different kind.

I hurried for home as fast as could be,

the life of a Hobo just wasn't for me.

Weakened from wandering I sat down to eat,

heaped my plate then repeat and repeat.

Remember this tale if yearn to roam,

experience teaches there's no place like home

Into my life without a fuss

she sat beside me on the bus.

A pleasing smile - a face so fair,

a halo was her light blonde hair.

I looked again - her eyes were blue,

a brightly blended, perfect hue.

I looked askance at those blue eyes,

and wondered if she heard my sigh.

I'll speak to her - at least I ought,

yet my words remained a thought.

She left an impress fair of face

a fleeting notion to embrace -

but Time had caught me in his cage

for I was almost twice her age

My heart is filled with joy

anticipating -- girl or boy.

or would it really be much trouble

if by chance produced a double?

Possibly -- but no mark it sets

by the announcement -- triplets.

Quads are only just one more

add them up -- it makes four.

Your eyes reveal mirthful glints,

Oh! No! No! -- no not quints.

Over the landscape everywhere

nature is changing to winter wear.

Scarcely noticed in September

the scenery changes of November.

Under a sky touched with haze

splashes of color meet our gaze.

Here and there a tree is seen

stripped of summer's coat of green.

That limped pond serene and nice

awaits a crust of crystal ice.

Vanishing summer has done her best

shall now be laid away to rest.

The hazy hue of autumn gold

a wintry white will soon enfold.

Suspended sun -- a ball of gold -

another day of growing old.

Silently the sun is sinking,

overhead the stars start twinkling.

Silhouettes of naked trees

stirring in the evening breeze.

Cracklings from the ice below

blankets of white winter snow.

God knows how to comfort night,

turns on the moon the lesser light.

In majesty the night holds sway

till darkness softens into gray.

With waning moon and darkness gone

a bright new day arrives at dawn.

You are mine just in memory

of days long ago,

I wish we could go back again

for I miss you so.

though we never talked of love

life was really grand,

and a special thrill for me

just to hold your hand.

I remember dates we had

sometimes just to walk,

when we thought of things to say

we would walk and talk.

Perhaps you thought I did not care

I know you could not see

the place you held within my heart

you were all in all to me.

Now you belong to someone else

you're another fellow's gal,

but my faint heart remembers --

an everlasting pal.

The Irish seem to have a way

of taking me to Galway Bay.

That fair land is always seen

enrobed in God's eternal green.

Where children play both lad and lass

on hills, in dales of green, green grass.

The older folks their time do wile

away in praise of Emerald Isle.

St Patrick's Day makes me wish

that I were also Irish.

Now really wouldn't it be grand

if all the world were Ireland?

A girl is a curl on a pretty face

to primp and powder - a veil of lace.

a picture of perfection to a certain boy

forever his thoughts, his constant joy.

Oh! that feeling it's really grand,

always and always he will understand.

But a boy in love is to blind to see

when her thoughts so quickly flee,

and she reveals to him that part

possessed by every girl - a heart.

Sudden fury sound and sight

if he dispute that precious right,

reserved by girls of every kind -

the feminine right to change her mind.

In the winter, in the summer,

every season of the year,

in the bright of stormy weather

she will always preserve.

In the morning, in the evening,

one or two, or three or four,

all kinds, all shapes, all sizes,

they keep coming more and more.

Blondes, brunettes and red heads,

some are young, some are old,

every color of the rainbow

some are shy, some are bold.

In the office, in the workshop,

setting heads and heart awhirl,

this Ms. -- a mighty marvel,

modern wonder -- working girl.

Where are we going in our mad haste?

Is life so cheap it's laid to waste?

Anxiety that bitter thorn

our heritage the day we're born.

But in birth youth has no choice,

by tradition they have no voice.

Emotions of youth are set on fire

bewildered by inflamed desire.

Disheartened youngsters caused to grieve

in search of truth -- find make-believe.

When boy and girl fall by the way

society is heard to say --

Who led them on this path of shame?

I'm glad that I -- was not to blame!

In reveries recalling the sound of a sigh

I awake and await for a baby cry,

or ripples of laughter bubbling the air

ringlets of curls -- light flaxen hair,

eyes that shine with glistening dew

a soft-tinted glow of summer sky-blue,

your little nose --what should I say?

it's really cute -- you came that way.

Lips of pink so soft and sweet

pacified by a thumb just having a treat.

Such a bright pretty picture to recall

a package so precious, chubby and small,

lifting my heart like a sip of light wine

a blessing from heaven, a gift so divine.

I've often thought--What should I say

about that girl across the way?

By chance we meet we say hello

I linger--but she turns--although

I always quicken when I greet

that certain girl across the street.

To the north below the border

lies a land beloved by all--

born to love this legend land

with the heart's inherent call.

Builded by men and women

from lands across the sea

with vision and hope eternal

a heritage for you and me.

They gave all, their very best,

through struggle and in strife,

to the victor and the vanquished

we owe our way of life.

From a lowly start they builded

the keystone of this nation,

today it stands the test of time

on a solid, firm foundation.

We will keep this hope alive

God's way of life in trust,

His standard held on high by faith,

we understand--it is a must.

From her cities, farms, and forests,

sending sons and daughters forth,

emblazoned on those banners

shines our Star of the North.

Little girl and little boy

radiant in your life of joy,

walking through a flowery lane

filled with bloom by sun and rain,

beneath branches bending low

innocent faces all aglow,

hand in hand a perfect pair

in time remembered a moment rare.

This will forever be a part

abundant hope within your heart--

spring--her beautiful green unfurled,

you gaze in awe--God's wonder world.

Men will mention time and again

that hunting is a game for men.

When women hunt men will stress

it's only for--togetherness.

With gentle words he'll make it clear

the first time out she'll get no deer.

--She's smiling at his scoffs and scorns

while gazing at her dear--deer horns.

Manly mind in search of life

met a heart inclined to strife.

Their meeting place was common ground

where manly mind took thought profound.

His expectations were to win

for this poor heart was feminine.

He tarried to decide his best.

She quickly started on her quest.

Soon his strength began to ebb

so subtly she wove her web.

His cry of woe when all was lost,

the mind forgot to count the cost.

He treats her now with due respect,

this glad--and wiser--intellect.

The 19th of November in '73

lived a lad sad--but free.

At 6:15 she gave a ring

November now is always Spring

he had seen a certain girl

especially Jean.

She was there--he took one look

she never knew that look had took.

He will remember best off all

that November came the fall.

Upon his heart she etched her name

forever with a fragile flame.