When?

When will life end for me and for you?
Will it be at seventy-six, or, at sixty-two?
Maybe by strength and blessing fine -
Maybe it will even be eighty-nine.
But, I really don't know -
Have no way to show -
How far, or, how long I will go,
And so, today I'll walk and
Talk as You've shown me, in love.

In love for you, in love for others;
with love for enemies, and for brothers.
Two things you said were bottom line -
To love You and neighbor, as You have mine.
But, I really don't know
How to love like You, so,
Put Your's in me, make it flow
Today as I wak and talk
As You cause me, by grace.

Because whether at the journey's start -
or, in the long, long middle part -
or, when the load is coming heavy
As strength recedes by such years' levy -
When it's hard to see the sky's rainbow -
or, travel where fresh waters flow -
or, even enjoy the bright sun's glow -
with weak knees and bent back
I walk and talk, as pain does wrack...

I'll need Your love and grace to keep on track -
to find my way at last to the place
You've prepared for me...

I'm ready at 58, or, 62, or, 76, or, 89 -
whenever You decide will be just fine:
I'll trust, as I have, You, with all of mine...

Cover My Children

Cover my children, Lord, cover them now -
Before ere comes the wind that blows
Or the breaking of the bough.
Keep the weed seed the enemy sows
away from their house -
O, cover my children, Lord, cover them now!

Cleave to the Lord, my child, yes, to Him cleave -
Call on the Lord and pray He'll never leave -
with Him your stength is enough
ever to stand, whether the times are tough
or mundanely bland!
Cleave to the Lord, my child, hold to His hand!

The Election

Will the election be by natural selection,
or, contrived spin to usher in
not one who is superior, whose
interior motives or spiritual votives
rise above, guided by His love; but, inferior,
choosing what is less than best, lest the
worst wrest coveted power away.
Power for the hour is sought, thought
to be bought, so, for buyer wrought
dreams and schemes to be fulfilled -
not killed for four years more, now
keeping score - revenge galore is
planned - of a kind that will
bind a better chain on us, of course.
Coarse bound chains not freeing, but
found enslaving us, caving in
hopes begun to grow, now we
know in this age, the devil's
latest rage is always a better
cage - one especially designed
for our times, we resign, give up.
Give it up - live it up - express your
liberty by license, use common
sense cause its a hoot to think
absolutes given then, are binding,
when we all know what's thought
now is how to move, to groove,
to blindly feel your way along.
Break out the bong, and give strong
aid, through hazy laid inducement
to bring about a reduced bent toward
reason; for it's the season of
feeling, realling through emotion
to commotion mistaken for
awakened comprehension, feel the tension.
Reason's not the ration this nation must
lean on either; revelation's the means-
by God's Spirit to weather this
moments foment of dark delusion -
we need a genuine fusion of
person to Person, human to divine,
to find the line we all must walk.
So, when you talk of politic, don't be
so quick to stick with the schtick
that's laid on you by people paid
to make you think they'll lead us to
the brink of Eden, cuz' politic's Eden
will be needin' weedin' - listen to the
Host's representative to help you see
what to belive. Then, follow the Revelation!