Amidst wonders that will never end
There is one that refuses to blend
Its newness knows no boundary
And it's given to all and sundry
...
Fly, my soul fly, spread thy wings and fly
Thy hill bid thee come, now bid thy vale the bye
Up the mountain high, thy rise availeth thee;
Thy weightless flight to lift, thine eyes the sight to see
...
Life is worth a few lessons,
From the eyes of sager lenses.
For life shall not always be,
...
Oh what deed the deed has done!
Saner days of yore are gone!
Of thoughts, drawn from depths the mind could reach
...
I don't want to take goodbyes
For a toll of endless sighs
I won't take a groundless hiss
To a night that has lost its bliss
...
They are from such a crude and cruel time
When deceit is but for just a dime
They have plotted with their father
What it will cost doesn't matter
...
It's how I know it's hard to say
When on a trip, I lost my way
To yesterday, to right my flaws
That these pains might tame their claws
...
one fairy night, a song unveiled a world of dream-come-true:
it laid it bare before my eyes so fresh and bright and clear
...
they said we came so late,
at a time most unfortunate...
theirs was a time of 'many';
...
she was here- she is here still,
in this house- her home of comfort
I watched her eat
...
find The Light,
turn not your back
lest you fall asleep;
...
of the sky- a mirror,
each time I look,
I see myself:
same smile; same frown;
...
on this Teacher divine
stake I my dearest will-
upon Him who wrote
my frame with His
...
She, so friable now has become
from exhausted tries to
wriggle free
from the embrace of death,
...
the ingredients of a
good song, my King,
shall of Your Word be, of praise,
of worship, of grace, and of Love;
...
We thought the rains
were heading home
Riding the winds
in princely robes
...
At night, He will grant our break, Oh busy world!
We'll be blessed, like a baby, with sleep full of bliss
...
Mercy
Amidst wonders that will never end
There is one that refuses to blend
Its newness knows no boundary
And it's given to all and sundry
If not for mercy as abundant as the sand
Bestowed upon me a mere sand
Of what shall I boast to be His son?
For there are men more worthy under the sun
Our choicest words too feeble to express
How He copes with our mess
The sharpest of brains to dull to comprehend
The kind of mercy that doesn't come to end