last years’
cold
that gripped my
iron heart
– no more
than a
thought
now winter’s
come
but finds no
hold
in the
love He’s
wrought
last years’
cold
that gripped my
iron heart
– no more
than a
thought
now winter’s
come
but finds no
hold
in the
love He’s
wrought
I see the smallest
insignificant things
that I had forgotten
and the memories
all come flooding back
Each and every one
stored away long ago
puts a smile on my face
how blessed am I for
sad reflections lack
Evening colours
reflect in the
gently rippling
surface of the
quiet water
Peaceful feeling
inside my heart
and angel eyes
hold a promise;
I’m part of her
My life
is more
intense
these days
These days
are more
intense
in ways
In ways
then I
have known
before
Before
my life
was so
much more
An orange sun
blazes through
the car
and marks
the start of
the first Spring
day
Mist rising
from cold earth
reveals
a goose
in muted
white black and
gray
And for an
instant I
feel a
bond between
my own soul
and the silent
bird
I now call
Destiny
that on
strong wings
took the last
of all that
hurt