The Miracle of Angels

I believe in angels
Yes I surely do
I believe they're sent from Heaven
Angels just like you
Sent to lift a burden
And touch a heart or two
By sharing the love of Jesus
In everything they do
I believe in miracles
In love and kindness too
In the miracle of angels
Angels just like you

The Holy Ghost

The Holy Ghost
is a special friend
He helps me choose the right
He comforts me
When I'm afraid
He fills my soul with light
He whispers truth
And lets me know
That I am not alone
He testifies
of Jesus Christ
And guides me safely home

The Sculptor's Clay

The past is past and can't be changed
modified or rearranged
No need to dwell on where we've been
wishing we could try again
The only course is straight ahead
we can't take back the words we've said
Like a sculptor molding clay
we shape our past with each new day
Forming memories sad or sweet
each one is set when the day's complete
We are creating our past today
history in un-sculpted clay

Fingerprints on the Glass

The grandchildren are gone,
it's quiet again,
the holiday's are past.
All that remains to remind us of them,
are their fingerprints on the glass.
We've cleaned the whole house,
and picked up the mess,
everything sparkles at last.
But the windows aren't cleaned,
like all of the rest,
we're leaving the prints on the glass.
Those sweet little hands
left traces of love,
hands that grow up so fast.
We want to cherish each priceless smudge,
of their fingerprints on the glass.
Each tiny mark
holds a memory flood,
like glue to our hearts they are cast.
So we're not inclined to wash off the love,
in those fingerprints on the glass.

The Hole

Life is tough, we must admit,
it sometimes gets you down.
But if you fall into a pit
and fear that you might drown.
Don't give up, don't lose control,
when you find it's hard to stand.
Even if you've dug the hole,
look up, you'll see God's hand.

Blessings

Once in a while
as I think to myself,
Of the blessings of loving
somebody else.

I think of my wife
of her kindness and love,
I think of my children
sent from above.

I think of good parents
Whose love never tires,
I think of their marriages
That always inspires.

I think of Grandparents
whose example and faith,
Pave the way for direction
in these trying days.

I think of the patriots
fearless and brave,
Who gave their lives
that mine might be saved.

I think of my Savior
whose great drops of blood,
Paid the price of my sins
that I might do good.

I think of my sisters and
I think of my brothers,
Who give of themselves
to help many others.

I think of so many
whose selfless behavior
Brings them to act
so much like our Savior.

Oh my how I'm blessed
as I stand here today,
To be living with you
in the U.S. of A.