"Good Night," God
"Good night," God
Thank You for this bed
Thank you for each priceless moment
That there's a roof above my head
Thank You for Your constant watching
Even though I'm unaware
Though I seldom sense Your presence
As I'm consumed with daily cares
Thank You for Your little children
Who trust You without doubts
Help my "grown-up" heart to learn
What simple faith is all about
Thank You Lord for always listening
To my few and feeble prayers
Thank You for Your faithful promise
That You'll meet me halfway there
Help me Lord, to learn the secrets
Of abiding in Your love
To really lean on Your wisdom
In Your Word, to fully trust
"Good night," God
- It's been a pleasure
For You're worthy of all praise and thanks
To live and breathe, and sense Your Spirit
'Til we're called away, - one day!
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons ASCAP
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Whispers
Watch cascading water falling, down the moist and mossy rocks
See the birds flit and flutter, as leaves gently drop
Smoky Mountain trails that wind, calling to the stout of heart
With the silent wind of promise, to wander in their fragrant fog
Far away the world is busy, with the urgent and the loud
But here among the ferns and frogs, noise is simply not allowed
Here a soul can seek "The Master," and listen for His prompt reply
Gentle as a small child's whisper, - tender as it's stiffled cry
Will you stay a few brief moments, to seek some solace from above?
To listen as Our Father calls, - in a distant, cooing dove.
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Watch cascading water falling, down the moist and mossy rocks
See the birds flit and flutter, as leaves gently drop
Smoky Mountain trails that wind, calling to the stout of heart
With the silent wind of promise, to wander in their fragrant fog
Far away the world is busy, with the urgent and the loud
But here among the ferns and frogs, noise is simply not allowed
Here a soul can seek "The Master," and listen for His prompt reply
Gentle as a small child's whisper, - tender as it's stiffled cry
Will you stay a few brief moments, to seek some solace from above?
To listen as Our Father calls, - in a distant, cooing dove.
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Monday, April 21, 2008
When Our King Returns
There's coming a day when our King will return
To gather His bride once she's overcome
Overcome her sin, and the fear of her foes
And made herself ready for her new role
For the King will rule, from New Jerusalem
Where all nations will come to honor Him
The earth made anew, perfect and blessed
Where we'll rule and reign, in a world at rest
And death will have died, there shall be no war
And the lion, the lamb, shall fear no more
And all who have dared to serve Jesus now
Will reap great rewards and drink from God's fount
And praise shall arise like a breeze to the King
As He shines in all, and from everything
No need for the Sun or the Moon we once knew
And the sea and the surf will have vanished too
And Jerusalem, fifteen hundred miles square
Shall be filled with God's saints, who honor Him there
It's not "Pie in the Sky," or the dream of a fool
But what the Lord's promised, - to me and you!
Yes, a wonderful world, waits to be born
When the clouds roll away, and our King returns!
"He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come
quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus."
"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
Amen." Revelation 22 : 20, 21 KJV
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
There's coming a day when our King will return
To gather His bride once she's overcome
Overcome her sin, and the fear of her foes
And made herself ready for her new role
For the King will rule, from New Jerusalem
Where all nations will come to honor Him
The earth made anew, perfect and blessed
Where we'll rule and reign, in a world at rest
And death will have died, there shall be no war
And the lion, the lamb, shall fear no more
And all who have dared to serve Jesus now
Will reap great rewards and drink from God's fount
And praise shall arise like a breeze to the King
As He shines in all, and from everything
No need for the Sun or the Moon we once knew
And the sea and the surf will have vanished too
And Jerusalem, fifteen hundred miles square
Shall be filled with God's saints, who honor Him there
It's not "Pie in the Sky," or the dream of a fool
But what the Lord's promised, - to me and you!
Yes, a wonderful world, waits to be born
When the clouds roll away, and our King returns!
"He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come
quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus."
"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
Amen." Revelation 22 : 20, 21 KJV
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Friday, April 18, 2008
Work Boots and Solitude
Are things that my world shares
At dawn the boots go on
By dusk, - I need repair.
Repair from a day of duty
For duty pays the bills
But solitude is priceless
And a need that must be filled
For in stillness and reflection
We come to understand
The difference in extremes
That pull and make demands
Work boots and solitude
Are things that my world shares
For today may scream "Necessity!"
But tonight will whisper, - "Prayer."
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Are things that my world shares
At dawn the boots go on
By dusk, - I need repair.
Repair from a day of duty
For duty pays the bills
But solitude is priceless
And a need that must be filled
For in stillness and reflection
We come to understand
The difference in extremes
That pull and make demands
Work boots and solitude
Are things that my world shares
For today may scream "Necessity!"
But tonight will whisper, - "Prayer."
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The Freedom of the Un-Condemned
What will others have to say
When they hear you've left this place?
What memories will flood their minds
And mark the place you filled in time?
Were you a friend to friendly men
A light, when their way grew dim?
Did you remain when others had gone
Or were you spent on "self," - alone?
And what has grown of seed you've sown
Were you loved, or despised, at home?
These are thoughts to think about
And if they cause concern or doubt
Go to God in private prayer
And He will meet you half way there
Then in some dark and quiet place
Find forgiveness and His grace
And He'll lead you to a pleasant path
By running streams and cool, green grass
And discover, as you walk with Him
- The freedom of the un-condemned.
"There is therefore now no condemnation to them
which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the
flesh, but after the Spirit." Romans 8:1
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
What will others have to say
When they hear you've left this place?
What memories will flood their minds
And mark the place you filled in time?
Were you a friend to friendly men
A light, when their way grew dim?
Did you remain when others had gone
Or were you spent on "self," - alone?
And what has grown of seed you've sown
Were you loved, or despised, at home?
These are thoughts to think about
And if they cause concern or doubt
Go to God in private prayer
And He will meet you half way there
Then in some dark and quiet place
Find forgiveness and His grace
And He'll lead you to a pleasant path
By running streams and cool, green grass
And discover, as you walk with Him
- The freedom of the un-condemned.
"There is therefore now no condemnation to them
which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the
flesh, but after the Spirit." Romans 8:1
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Reflections
Wrestling, struggling, searching and seeking
Our spirits reach for something worth keeping
Through darkness and fog that clouds our vision
Midst wrecks of distractions blocking true wisdom
A small light looks bright to a life that's in darkness
Giving direction and guidance to those living lawless
For we're really just mirrors of one another
And we're not created to compete with each other
For when the angle of perspective is finally fixed
We're but reflections of light that is truly, - His
Lighting the way, should they choose to follow
Saving from wrath, - and certain sorrow.
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Wrestling, struggling, searching and seeking
Our spirits reach for something worth keeping
Through darkness and fog that clouds our vision
Midst wrecks of distractions blocking true wisdom
A small light looks bright to a life that's in darkness
Giving direction and guidance to those living lawless
For we're really just mirrors of one another
And we're not created to compete with each other
For when the angle of perspective is finally fixed
We're but reflections of light that is truly, - His
Lighting the way, should they choose to follow
Saving from wrath, - and certain sorrow.
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
Friday, March 21, 2008
Pheasant Feathers
It's quiet and peaceful this morning at home
As the wind chime chimes, in the cool crispy dawn
And sitting at rest on my comfy couch
I survey in silence the beauty around
The room is at rest and I am too
Amidst colors and textures, that all come from You
The paintings and people, by the artist's skilled hands
Each a world within, - just like they planned
Many such things are gathered here
And I must confess, I value them dear
Antiques and art that speak of some place
In an innocent world with no knowledge of hate
My refuge, my island, - my hidden domain
Where I like to rest from the press of life's game
It's amazing how it all flows together
Like an urn of wild grass and pheasant feathers
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
It's quiet and peaceful this morning at home
As the wind chime chimes, in the cool crispy dawn
And sitting at rest on my comfy couch
I survey in silence the beauty around
The room is at rest and I am too
Amidst colors and textures, that all come from You
The paintings and people, by the artist's skilled hands
Each a world within, - just like they planned
Many such things are gathered here
And I must confess, I value them dear
Antiques and art that speak of some place
In an innocent world with no knowledge of hate
My refuge, my island, - my hidden domain
Where I like to rest from the press of life's game
It's amazing how it all flows together
Like an urn of wild grass and pheasant feathers
Copyright 2008
Stan Simons/ASCAP
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