I Have Treasured Every Year
Embraced Them Close
And Held Them Dear
As Every Smile Comes Back to Me
So Filled With Joy For What We Had
And Over Joyed For What We’ll Have
Together, In Eternity
What We had Was So Fleeting
But There Will Be Another Meeting
Even Longer, Even Better,
Even Then, Then Forever
When Our Time Apart
Will Prove the Same
Oh, So Fleeting!

It seems the mirror many use, to see and judge God’s holiness
Is clouded by the magnitude, of their own self righteousness
Now the Word is incomplete, according to these chosen ones
What was finished on the cross, afler all, really, isn’t done

“Oh” there’s more, there’s so much more, they say there is to do
“Oh” these prophets of the Lord, sent from God to you
Jesus didn’t make it clear, how salvation was attained
And clearly He forgot to tell, how that it’s maintained

But God is not a slacker, He worries for you still
What Jesus didn’t say or do, some other prophet will
However, still I worry, my salvations’s gonna suffer
With all these prophets and their rules, it’s only getting tougher

What was perfect isn’t perfect, the prophets have improved
What’s finished isn’t finished, Christ has been removed
I believe that Grace and Faith, makes salvation easy
But these Charlitans called Prophets, only make it Cheesy

Author: Wayne J Barlow Copywrite 2011

In the middle of my heartache, the rose still smells the same
In the middle of the hardest times, there’s still the cooling rain
As hard as I try to find despair in all my grief
There’s still the beauty of the sun to bring the night’s relief

The moon, the stars, there clouds, the sky
They’re still all there for me
As long as God still paints my world
There’s still beauty there to see
I’ll put before the Lord this day, the canvas of my heart
And let Him draw what ere’ He will, or course that He may chart

So pain can be but just a while
Or as long as you may choose
I can feel the sun and smell the rose
That’s what I think I’ll do

For there’s so much to do in life, it’s hard to pick a start
So I’ll let God do all the work, it’s Him that guides the heart
The whos, the whats the wheres, the whys
They’re not for me to know

Why one flower’s plucked away and one is left to grow
Of all the flowers in the field, it’s not for me to say
Why some are left for you to smell
And one’s in God’s Bouquet

Author: Wayne J Barlow Copyright 2006