Monthly Archives: September 2013


O, to walk on those streets of gold,

that are in Heaven, I’m told,

to see the Jasper walls,

and those gates of pearl,

O, to live without sin, trouble or pain,

no heartaches at all,

and be able to talk,

talk with Jesus and Apostle Paul.

O, to see the crystal sea,

and listen to the Angels sing,

and gather around God’s thrown,

and with every sound proclaim,

worthy is the LAMB that was slain!

The Trail



There is a trail,

out back of the house,

winding over the hill,

so peaceful and still.

On that old trail,

I have walked,

and watched the white tailed deer.

On that old trail, I have heard,

the wild goose call,

echo through the cool air of fall.

Om this old trail,

I have watched,

the wild flowers bloom,

have heard the crows,

and bumble bees zoom.

Yes,  this old trail,

takes me to and fro,

my favorite place,

where the red pine trees grow.

On this old trail,

I go,

to meditate and pray,

to my heavenly Father above,

and say thank you,

for His everlasting love.



Driving down this old country road,

seeing leaves all painted,

orange, red and gold,

reminds me,

the Master Painter,

loves me and you.

He is our only true guide,

sent His Son Jesus,

to seek and to save,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             and give us victory,

over sin and the grave.

He gives us a new name in glory,

and soon a new home to share,

singing  a new song in Heaven,

with Angels and Saints up there,

living a life,

with out pain, sorrow or care.

So let us lift our eyes and hands,

toward Heaven,

thanking God that Jesus came,

to give hope to the lost,

and eternal Salvation,

to those,

who call upon His name.




It’s September,
it’s September,
where has summer gone?
It’s September,
it’s September,
it is cool now at dawn.
It’s September,
it’s September,
soon the leaves will fall,
and soon the wild goose will call.
It’s September,
it’s September,
the kids are back to school,
to learn the three r’s
and the golden rule.