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In The Heart Of Magdalene

by

Joseph R. Kidd


As the morning light fell across the empty tomb,
I stood in the last receding edge of twilight's gloom,
Weeping, for my soul was cleft as with a sword:
"Oh no, Oh no!" I cried, "How could they have taken away my Lord?
What men could be so evil, so vile and heartless cruel?
What will men not do to conquer and insure their rule?"

I hear the singing birds. How can they sing?
Surely they must know That on this day the world has grown so old!
And that rising sun, how can it give light, yet seem so cold?
-What shall I do? ...Where shall I go?
"My God, my God, where is He that lifted up my soul?"

I hear the gardener walking, standing behind me there.
-Perhaps he knows, -perhaps he cares.
-Perhaps it was he that took away the beaten, empty shell
Of Him who led my soul from Hell.
I know him not, yet he speaks to me: "Woman, why weepest thou?"
For sorrow I cannot answer. He speaks again: "Whom seekest thou?"
How patiently he waits while I gain my breath
And speak through sorrow strong as death:
"Sir, if thou has borne him away from here I will take him.
Please just tell me, thou hast laid Him where?"

"Mary"

Could it be? Do I hear that gentle voice once more speak my name?
I turn myself about ..and it is He! My Lord and my God, alive again!
Great tears of joy, erasing those of sorrow now flood my eyes!
It is the Master! I saw Him crucified! Now he stands with me here, alive!

From death to life! Sorrow to joy! How shall my heart ever again know pain?
How greatly, how swiftly, how wonderfully is all the world this day forever changed!

I feel the warming sun. At the days new light how rightly the birds do sing!
My soul is swept up and held aloft, as if by angels wings.

John 11:25-26
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life:
he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And
whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.



Winters Breath, A Sonnet For Esther

by

Joseph R. Kidd


The silent, gentle wind that brings the smell of snow
Stirs up the autumn leaves and creates a wondrous show
That speaks to me of closing doors and of crisp newness yet to come
And brings to mind some days gone by of youthful winter fun.
Marshmallows in the fireplace, hot chocolate in a cup,
Remember that fat snowman with Grandpa’s hat on top?
Snow fortresses and snowball fights, snow angels on the lawn.
Winters breath _ I love the sighing sweetness of it’s song.

Children laughing, snowflakes prancing, hands warming o’er the fire.
Winters breath whispers promises of good things I desire.
Some days will be cold, I know, but friends will warm them up.
We’ll soon be singing Christmas songs, and there’ll be hot chocolate in a cup
Memories and anticipation, both these things I sense upon the air.
Nostalgia and newness _ wrapped up by winters breath into a matching pair.

Winters Breath, A Sonnet For Esther

by

Joseph R. Kidd


The silent, gentle wind that brings the smell of snow
Stirs up the autumn leaves and creates a wondrous show
That speaks to me of closing doors and crisp newness yet to come.
It brings to mind some days gone by of youthful winter fun
_ Marshmallows in the fireplace, hot chocolate in a cup,
Remember that fat snowman with Grandpa’s hat on top?
Snow fortresses and snowball fights, snow angels on the lawn.
Winters breath _ how I love the sighing sweetness of it’s song.

Children laughing, snowflakes prancing, hands warming o’er the fire
While winters breath whispers promises of good things I desire.
Some days will be cold, I know, but friends will warm them up.
We’ll soon be singing Christmas songs, and there’ll be hot chocolate in a cup.

Memories and anticipation, both these things I sense upon the air.
Nostalgia and newness _ wrapped up by winters breath into a matching pair.

How Do I love Thee?

by

Joseph R. Kidd

A sonnet for Mary

How do I love Thee? ..If I say, wilt Thou believe?

Did not He who created all things tell how love should be done?
Should not love be done with all the heart, with all the soul,
With all the strength, with all the mind?

Thou hast become a sweet, balancing presence in my heart.
In thoughts of thee I find a quiet place of rest to my soul.
Thy practiced kindness gives the strength with which I face tomorrows.
Thy love is the great serendipity of my life; peace to my mind.

I love thee beyond the yearnings of my heart.
I love thee for joys sake to my own soul.

With my strength I build my love for thee, and keep it alive.
I keep thy pure and honest graciousness always on my mind
And because my spirit longs for a fullness of thy joy also,
I choose to love thee ... I love thee deliberately.

What Is Prayer

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Prayer is the most powerful thing
That could ever come into a persons life.
It is the fertile ground in which great
Dreams are born and from whence
They grow, becoming giants.
Prayer is the human spirit taking wings
Of flight Into the heart of God

But it’s not easy to fly sometimes.
So maybe prayer is a little like flying
a kite when you were a kid.
Remember how you ran so hard, but
the kite dragged on the ground?
Then you ran harder and it went up
A little but then it crashed down?
Then up it went again, higher than
The roofs of houses _ but it
spiraled and crashed down again!
Then it went higher than the trees,
but it got caught up in them
_ crashed again.
But one day it took off!
It went higher and higher and higher!
Then it seemed to hold itself up
And you could give it all the string
You wanted and it just went even higher!
Or you could just stand without running
And without breathing hard, just holding
Onto it and feeling its gentle tug
On your hands, admiring what it could do
And what you could do with it.

But prayer is a thing of the heart.
That’s where its tug is.
Prayer is freedom.
Freedom from struggle, like the running
When you are out of breath.
Its freedom from the fear of the crash,
But it is not exactly like the kite
Because once you get it off the ground,
It holds you Up!

So maybe prayer changes, (
or maybe it's you that changes)
And prayer becoms more Like the
String and the tugging on your heart
Is the heart of God connected with your
Own heart by that wondrous string of prayer.

He tugs from high above and his tug
On your heart is as gentle as the tug
Of a kite on your hands and more exciting
Than the first successful flight
Of the kite to a child.

Prayer is an open doorway, free admittance to all
Into a beauty so magnificent that it can bring
A tear of joy to the eye of the hardest man or
Woman, softening the heart.

Prayer is a molder and shaper of lives
Worth living while here on earth.
It’s a breaker and re-maker of hearts worthy
Of eternal life in the presence of God.

Luke 18:1
And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint.

Obama, about those American tax payers ...

by

Joseph R. Kidd



Obama, make 'em buy me a Smart Car by Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Humvees, I must make amends.
I work hard 'n pay taxes, I don't polute like my friends,
Obama, make 'em buy me a Smart Car by Mercedes Benz

Obama, make 'em buy me a big screened HD tv.
My bailout dollars are trying to find me!
I wait for delivery each morning 'till three
Obama, make 'em buy me a big screened HD tv.

Obama, make 'em buy me a house on the outskirts of town
With no pimps, drug dealers or whores hangin' 'round
Prove that you love me, don't make it down town!
Obama, make 'em buy me a house on the outskirts of town

When

by

Joseph R. Kidd

When my soul is weary,
When my flesh is weak,
When I am lonely,
That's when I fall on my knees.

When friends desert me,
When love is gone,
Then on my knees in prayer to Him,
That's when I am made strong.

When the storms of life come rolling,
And I can't understand
I call on him who guides me
And trust my all to his nail scarred hands.

When life seems empty,
When all its' joy is gone,
Then on my knees in prayer to Him,
That's when I am made strong.

The Smile In Your Eyes

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Like a fish out of the water
Fighting hard just to stay alive
Like a song that nobody sings
That would be me,
Without the smile in your eyes.

Like a dreamer with no dream to follow
Like a breeze with nowhere to blow
Like a cloud with no silver lining
That would be me.
If you should ever go.

Like a ship must have a safe harbor
Should stormy seas arise
A man must have a good woman,
To ease his mind
With the smile in her eyes.

Like an eagle whose heart would be broken
If he had no sky to fly
Like a night with no day break that followed
That would be me,
Without the smile in your eyes.

But, I'm a man who has found a good woman,
And should stormy thoughts arise
I've got so many memories to follow
Back to the smile in your eyes.

The Happier I Am In Him

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Sometimes I see an old man in the mirror looking back at me
And I wonder where did he come from, could that old man really be me?
The years have flown by, the dreams have come and gone.
I'm getting old but I'm happy 'cause I've never been alone.

Sometimes I remember a younger man, wild and crazy free
Living like a nomad on the highways, with no place to really be
Searcing for a reason, something to believe
And I wonder could that young man really have been me?

The sun comes up and the sun goes down
The years fly by like the wind.
The older I get the more peace I find
And the happier I am in Him.

Sometimes I see a glory waiting just over the hill
And I can hear the Spirit saying "Come, whosoever will
There'll be no more pain, there'll be no more tears,
There'll be no more sorrow, there's nothing left to fear."

The sun comes up and the sun goes down
The years fly by like the wind.
The older I get the more peace I find
And the happier I am in Him.

The Prodigal

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Father, I've been gone so long
And I have roamed so far from home,
I want to come home.
I want to come home.

I chased some dreams that I never found.
Seems like they all just let me down,
I want to come home.
I want to come home.

I want to sit at Grandmas' table again
And hear Grandpa praying again
And gather with your family in the old church yard
Like we used to do before life got hard,
I want to come home.
I want to come home.

Father, can you hear me, here I am.
I'm not quite sure just where I am
But I want to come home.
I want to come home.

I'll turn my life back over to you.
You can do with me what you want to do,
I just want to come home.
I want to come home.

I want to sit at Grandmas' table again
And hear Grandpa praying again
And gather with your family in the old church yard
Like we used to do before life got hard.
I want to come home.
I want to come home.

Take It On Down The Line

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Well I might be fool enough to try to love you,
But I've already been that big a fool and I know how it goes.
And I might be fool enough to try to keep you,
But I know how that would go, I've already been down that road

So take your pretty face and you gorgeous smile on down the road
'Cause I've been there before and I'd just rather be alone.
It ain't that I don't get lonely, I just don't want to waste your time,
So take your pretty face and your gorgeous smile on down the line.

Well I might be growing old alone someday
And it's kind of sad, I suppose to see things turn out that way.
But any way the truth is, I don't believe in easy dreams.
I tried a few, they all left me blue and I just don't need your schemes.

So take your pretty face and you gorgeous smile on down the road
'Cause I've been there before and I'd just rather be alone.
It ain't that I don't get lonely, I just don't want to waste your time,
So take your pretty face and your gorgeous smile on down the line.

Just pack it all up and take it on down the line.

He Won The Fight

by

Joseph R. Kidd

I didn't sit before Him on the mount.
I didn't stand in the shadow of His cross.
I wasn't there when He was taken up into His throne
But I know He's with me. I've never been alone.

I have seen Him give sight back to the blind.
I have seen Him chase the devils from a troubled mind
And I have seen Him heal the broken hearted
'Cause I was the one and I've never been alone.

He lifted up my soul with the wonder of His love.
He gave me peace of mind with the wisdom of His word.
He lifted me out of the darkness and stood me in the light.
He gave me peace, He won the fight.

I didn't stand with Him on the river Jordan.
I didn't walk with Him through Galilee.
But I have seen the wonders He can do,
What He did for me,
He can do for you.

He lifted up my soul with the wonder of His love.
He gave me peace of mind with the wisdom of His word.
He lifted me out of the darkness and stood me in the light.
He gave me peace, he won the fight.

He can give you peace. He's already won the fight.

I Just Don't Have The Time

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Son, I'd love to take you fishing. I'd love to be there at your game,
Right now I'm pretty busy but we'll do all those things some day.
Son every day you're on my mind, but right now I just don't have the time.

Sweet girl you know I love you. You're always Daddy's little girl
I wish I had more time to be there and help you shape your little world.
And I'm so proud your mine, but right now I just don't have the time.

Sweetheart you know I love you. You're every thing to me,
But you think that I don't hear you and I know how it seems.
You're always on my mind, but right now I just don't have the time.

How many times have I told myself we'll all see a better day?
But something's always missing and there's always something in the way.
We could all use a little peace of mind, but right now I just don't have the time.

Dear Lord you know I love you and I keep you on my mind
And I know how many times I promised that I'd get it right some time,
I'd get in your word and learn to love, but I never seemed to have the time.

Now the doctor says that it's to late, here comes the closing of the door
How I wish I could get back some of that time I never took before.
I'd go back and do it over. I'd do all of it right this time ...

But the doc says it's almost over, and I just don't have the time.

I Believe In You

by

Joseph R. Kidd

I don't know the answers to all the troubles on your mind,
The good Lord knows I wrestle myself with troubles from time to time.
All I know is any load is lighter when it's carried by two
And I believe we can make it better, together me and you

I believe that we can find a better day.
I believe that we can live a better way.
I believe great things can happen if our hearts are true
'Cause I believe in me, and I believe in you.

Life is full of troubles, Honey and we all have our share
And any one who's lived at all knows that life's not fair.
So when you get slapped down hard it ain't no shame to need a friend
To help you get back up on your feet and start all over again.

I believe that we can find a better day.
I believe that we can live a better way.
I believe great things can happen if our hearts are true
'Cause I believe in me, and I believe in you.

Yes, I believe in me, and I believe in you.

A Gift From Soldiers Past

by

Joseph R. Kidd

A brief explanation: This was written on the eve of the outbreak of the Gulf War. At that time, there was a huge upsurge in the "Support Our Troops" sentiment all across America. Upon reflection, it seemed a profound contrast with the sentiments toward the soldiers who fought in Vietnam. It seemed to me that America had decided, almost with one accord, that we would not let that mistake again. It was
this thought which prompted me to write this poem.

Freedom Soldier from the past, lie at peace within your grave,
Safe from those who mock at what you bought with what you gave.
It's a thing still unseen by some, it's true,
But Freedom Soldier, there are so many who have such great love for you.
As you lie now with your comrades beneath white stones at rest
Believe that there are those who know you were our very best.

Surely, we have seen confusion, and yet we live in troubled times
But it is you around whom our hearts begin again to bind.
Freedom Soldier from the past, you who died on the deltas, 
In the jungles, in fields of rice,
Of all our nations sons, surely it was you
Who paid the greatest price.
We let you think you fought and died in vain
And we were shamed, it's true.
But our nation has a healing heart today
Because after all, we do remember you.

Freedom Soldier from the past,
Lie at peace within your grave
For surely, it is you who gives us now
The strength we need today.

A Gift From Soldiers Past

by

Joseph R. Kidd

A brief explanation: This was written on the eve of the outbreak of the Gulf War. At that time, there was a huge upsurge in the "Support Our Troops" sentiment all across America. Upon reflection, it seemed a profound contrast with the sentiments toward the soldiers who fought in Vietnam. It seemed to me that America had decided, almost with one accord, that we would not let that mistake again. It was
this thought which prompted me to write this poem.

Freedom Soldier from the past, lie at peace within your grave,
Safe from those who mock at what you bought with what you gave.
It's a thing still unseen by some, it's true,
But Freedom Soldier, there are so many who have such great love for you.
As you lie now with your comrades beneath white stones at rest
Believe that there are those who know you were our very best.

Surely, we have seen confusion, and yet we live in troubled times
But it is you around whom our hearts begin again to bind.
Freedom Soldier from the past, you who died on the deltas, 
In the jungles, in fields of rice,
Of all our nations sons, surely it was you
Who paid the greatest price.
We let you think you fought and died in vain
And we were shamed, it's true.
But our nation has a healing heart today
Because after all, we do remember you.

Freedom Soldier from the past,
Lie at peace within your grave
For surely, it is you who gives us now
The strength we need today.

I Know A Man

by

Joseph R. Kidd

I know a man, he's my closest friend.
He died for me and he set me free.
Some said he was crazy, some said he had a devil
And there were some who just wanted him gone,
Out of the way.
Because sometimes in the evening
He would walk out to the garden
And there he'd pray 'till the break of day.
Then he'd say "I am the way and The truth and the life
And I'll be coming like a thief in the night,
Watch and pray for that day.

I know a man, he's my closest friend.
He died for me and he set me free.
He died alone and his father turned his back away
But he prayed Father forgive them, they know not what they do,
Father forgive them, they know not what they do,
Father forgive them, they know not what they do
And all he asked of me was that I bring the word to you.

I know a man, he's my closest friend.
He died for me and he set me free.
Now some people say I'm crazy, some say I have a devil
And there are still some who just want him gone,
But I recall how sometimes in the evening
He would walk out to the garden
And there he'd pray 'till the break of day.
Then he'd say "I am the way and The truth and the life
And I'll be coming like a thief in the night.
Watch and pray for that day.
Watch and pray for that day"

Biker Poem

by

Joseph R. Kidd

A Biker Poem:

Riding along beneath the Kansas skies,

I felt something hit me right between the eyes.

‘Twas cool and wet. "I hope that’s rain" I heard myself say.

But alas and alack, ’twas not my lucky day.

I wish that I could aim a six-shooter from a rolling bike

As accurately as a bird can aim it’s poop-shooter while in flight.

Though I am not to concerned about an avian geyser,

I do think it’s good to wear a visor.

To Believe In Life

by

Joseph R. Kidd


When I'm at the fishin' hole,
When I'm driving down the road,
When I'm sittin' home alone,
Every where I go

You're on my mind you're in my heart
When ever we're apart
You're all the reason that I need
To believe in love.
Baby I love you. You know I love you
With all my heart, Baby I love you.

When I'm workin' in your garden,
When I mow the lawn,
When I'm sittin' with my coffee
In the early morning sun

You're on my mind you're in my heart
When ever we're apart
You're all the reason that I need
To believe in love.
Baby I love you. You know I love you
With all my heart, you know I love you.

The kids all say they're doin' well
But they miss you, I can tell.
Down here beneath the sky
It's a little hard, just gettin' by.

You're on our minds, you're in out hearts
And it's hard to be apart.
You gave us every thing we need
To believe in life
And Baby we miss you. You know we miss you,
With all our hearts, you know we miss you.

Humpty Dumpty Revisited

by

Joseph R. Kidd

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again."

Sometimes life is a lot like that.
A fast fall comes, there's a great splat.
All of your money and all of your friends
Can't put your crushed spirit together again.

Humpty Dumpty, nice to meet you.
Humpty Dumpty, how do you do?
D'you ever get it together again?
My friend Humpty Dumpty, did you ever mend?

Humpty Dumpty you're not alone.
Lots of folks' lives have come undone.
One little mistake and then all of that pain ...
Let's promise ourselves not to make that one again.

What If

by

Joseph R. Kidd



What if you had a song to sing
But the one you love couldn't hear?
What if you had a broken heart
And the one you love never saw your tears?
What if your song took years to write
But the right words never came?
What if it took you years to see
What you lost when you walked away?
And what if what you didn't know you had
Just never came around again?

High up on a hill the Northern Lights
Were just a part of our magic days.
They'd run wild while we laughed and played
And argued over how to sing "Amazing Grace".
Then Lucy Jimmie would sing her songs to me
And I'd sing mine to her.
Then the army took me across the sea
And while I was gone a drunken driver took her.

What if you had a song to sing
But the one you love couldn't hear?
What if you had a broken heart
And the one you love never saw your tears?
What if your song took years to write
But the right words never came?
What if it took you years to see
What you lost when you walked away?
And what if what you didn't know you had
Just never came around again?

Pride vs Understanding

by

Joseph R. Kidd

Pride is an over burdening thing;
It weighs one down with unnecessary hardship.
Pride is a misguiding thing;
It directs one in untrue ways.
Pride is a false veneer; pleasing the sight,
deceiving the mind, encapsulating the heart,
Confining it within walls
As impenetrable as steel.

Ah, but who can escape it?
Does it not capture us one and all?
It is more illusive than a wind
Which blows across one's soul.
Reach out to touch it and it is gone.
Grasp for it and it escapes only to
Come at you again from another direction.
Who has escaped it?
Who can say "Pride cannot touch me?
Who can say all these things:
"I have never been fooled by it,
It has never brought me low,
It has never deceived me,
It has never left me feeling disillusioned,
It has never broken me,
It will never leave me in desolation,
It has no power over me."
Who can say these things but the fool who
Says in his own heart, "There is not God."?

The natural mind says within itself
"It is I! It is I who knows what is right and what is wrong!
I discern these things within myself, for myself!
My own eyes see right on as I command them;
I have no need of a crutch called 'God'!"
--- The natural mind leans instead upon pride.
"I became and am ever becoming of myself"
Says the heart confined within steely walls of pride.

The natural mind says "Where is God?
Let him show himself!
Let him speak to me that I may hear
Him with my own ears!
If God is all knowing, all powerful, all present,
Let him show me Himself to me that I may know Him!
Let Him prove Himself!"
Is not this a seeking of that which cannot be perceived
Because it is hidden, on the other side of walls of steel?
The heart that has encapsulated itself in pride
Has shut him out.

If pride has blinded the eyes,
What shall the natural mind see?
Shall the heart blinded by pride
Ever see itself honestly?
Therefore, foolish heart, seek understanding.
Shed yourself of pride, seek wisdom.
Find the knowledge of God
And your perception shall be opened.
"Where shall I seek?
Where shall I find this understanding?
Where is wisdom?
Where is the knowledge of God?"
As the heart of a fool is
Locked up within encapsulating,
Impenetrable walls of pride,
So are wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Locked away by that same encapsulation;
But they live within the Word of God.
The wall between you and them was
Constructed throughout fleeting time, by pride
And they will not come out to you by magic;
You must go to them.
You must breach the wall.
You must decide. Decide. Decide!

Here is wisdom: The heart that seeks
Understanding that comes from God
Is the heart that escapes the encapsulation
And the burdensome snares of pride.
The knowledge of God is wisdom and the
Heart that finds it will not be chained by pride;
It will not be restricted from peace, it will
Find hope, it will uncover great joy;
It will find itself honestly and where once
Dwelt foolishness, now shall dwell integrity.

"Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
Cleanse your hands, ye sinners;
and purify your hearts, ye double minded.
Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep:
let your laughter be turned to mourning,
and your joy to heaviness.
Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord,
and he shall lift you up." (James 4:8-10 ~ KJV)

By pride the natural mind has cause to mourn
And to weep and carries a heavy burden;
But by the knowledge of the Lord
Is the spiritual mind lifted up
And all things made new.

Thus saith the Lord:

"Hear, ye children, the instruction of a father,
And attend to know understanding.
For I give you good doctrine,
Forsake ye not my law.
For I was my father's son, tender and only
Beloved in the sight of my mother.
He taught me also, and said unto me,
Let thine heart retain my words:
Keep my commandments, and live.
Get wisdom, get understanding: forget it not;
Neither decline from the words of my mouth.
Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee:
Love her, and she shall keep thee.
Wisdom is the principal thing;
Therefore get wisdom:
And with all thy getting get understanding.
Exalt her, and she shall promote thee:
She shall bring thee to honour,
When thou dost embrace her.
She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace:
A crown of glory shall she deliver to thee.

Hear, O my son, and receive my sayings;
And the years of thy life shall be many.

I have taught thee in the way of wisdom;
I have led thee in right paths.
When thou goest, thy steps shall not be straitened;
And when thou runnest, thou shalt not stumble.
Take fast hold of instruction; let her not go:
Keep her; for she is thy life.
Enter not into the path of the wicked,
And go not in the way of evil men.
Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away.
For they sleep not, except they have done mischief;
And their sleep is taken away,
Unless they cause some to fall.
For they eat the bread of wickedness,
And drink the wine of violence.
But the path of the just is as the shining light,
That shineth more and more unto the perfect day.

The way of the wicked is as darkness:
They know not at what they stumble.
My son, attend to my words;
Incline thine ear unto my sayings.
Let them not depart from thine eyes;
Keep them in the midst of thine heart.
For they are life unto those that find them,
And health to all their flesh.

Keep thy heart with all diligence;
For out of it are the issues of life.

Put away from thee a froward mouth,
And perverse lips put far from thee.

Let thine eyes look right on,
And let thine eyelids look straight before thee.

Ponder the path of thy feet,
And let all thy ways be established.

Turn not to the right hand nor to the left:
Remove thy foot from evil." (Prov 4:1-27 ~ KJV)

 

A Sunset That's Prettier Than The Dawn

by

Joseph R. Kidd

A Sunset That's Prettier Than The Dawn

If a man needs a woman that he can count on all the time
And if a woman needs a man, then I'll be yours if you'll be mine.
Both of us have done some living; I suppose we're growing old
But the heart was made for giving and it always needs someone to hold
'Cause life goes on, and on, and on 'till it's gone
And I believe a sunset can be prettier than the dawn.

I remember the day I met you, I never will forget
And it seems the more I know you the fewer things I regret.
We can't be young lovers but we don't need to be.
I'll be there to walk with you if you will walk with me.
'Cause life goes on, and on, and on 'till it's gone
And I believe a sunset that's prettier than the dawn.

I can't make you many promises so I'll make just one.
I'll be there beside you come what ever it is that comes,
And when our time is over both of us can say "Well done"
And we won't be afraid or sorry to see the setting sun
'Cause life goes on, and on, and on 'till it's gone
And I can see a sunset that's prettier than the dawn.

Life goes on, and on, and on 'till it's gone
And I can see a sunset that's prettier than the dawn.

He Leads Me Beside The Still Waters

by

Joseph R. Kidd

I will raise my voice in praise to the Lord
I will sing of his mercy and grace.
I will sing of the joy and the peace I have found
I will look for the day when I'll see His face.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want,
He makes me lie down in green pastures
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall now want,
He leads me beside the still waters.

When I lay down at night, I rest in peace
When I rise with the sun, I seek His grace
As I go through the day He lends me His strength
And at the close of each day I'll sing His praise!

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want,
He makes me lie down in green pastures
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall now want,
He leads me beside the still waters.

At the foot of HIs cross I lay down my soul
As a child who is lost returns home.
In the heart of His love, I know I am found
And all the burdens of my soul are gone.

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want,
He makes me lie down in green pastures
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall now want,
He leads me beside the still waters.