Happiness is not a thing called Joe

Happiness is not a thing called Joe,
Happiness doesn't have a name,
If you discovered love and God,
Then you have happiness and fame.

Happiness is not the wind, Maria,
Happiness is love with a friend,
If you have friends and family,
Then that is happiness to send.

Love isn't sex and a one night stand,
Love is there for who will take your hand,
Love is wonderful, and simply grand,
Love is a heart that takes to understand.

If you have happiness, then you have love,
If you have love, happiness is also there,
One does not exclude the other, not ever,
You will possess both in this endeavor.

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Water can sustain life (but not for him)

Water can sustain life, , but not for him,
Water took his life, he never learned to swim;
Too many children, too many early deaths,
Water claimed their souls and dying breaths.
A fraction of a second, is all it takes,
Pools, canals and man-made lakes.

The greatest loss, is to the very young,
Their songs are finished, and left unsung,
Water refreshes the body no more,
The spark of life has exited the final door.
Water can sustain life, but not your daughters,
There is no such thing as 'our safe waters.'

The greatest loss, is unfinished growing,
The biggest loss, is always knowing,
Knowing your boy or girl is dead,
Wishing it were you instead.

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Give Thanks!

Give Thanks! For what?
The fact that your alive!
Give thanks for everything,
man, that ain't no jive...
The wonder of it all,
the mystery of life,
The winds that blow,
and cut you like a knife.

The fact that you are healthy,
the fact that your still here;
the love that you possess,
for that, stand up and cheer!

Give thanks for friends and family,
Give thanks for being unique;
and glory in the God above,
of which we all do seek.

Give thanks that there's tommorow,

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You'd Know That I'd Be Lying...

I will not keep you long,
The time, she is a'flying,
And if I wanted here to stay,
You'd know that I'd be lying.

Just want to say goodbye,
To all my kin and friends,
I'm going far away,
to where the river bends.

I travel fast and travel light,
You'll not miss me when I go,
We haven't hit off so well,
But you were nice to know.

Two ships passing in the night,
Going seperate ways,
One keeps going further,
Not much for lengthy stays.

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Winter's Sun

Early morning's winter sun,
filters through the shades,
birds enjoying goodies,
as the frost of morning fades -
Moisture on the pavement,
makes patterns in the light,
and reminds us of the rain and snow,
we encountered in the night.
Darkened, silohuetted trees,
frame themselves, against the sky -
For the moment, for the season,
they have gladly died.
Still they stand, proud and tall,
leafless since the late, late fall,
taking each day as it is done,
waiting...watching...for the sun,
to bring them warmth as they stand mute,
in time to bud...in time, to fruit.
Winter comes and winter goes,
as fast as any clock can run,

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Autumn can make me laugh or cry...

I saw the golden aspens glow,
In the bright sun of the day;
I was transported to a place,
Three thousand miles away.

The color of the autumn trees,
Shone in autumn's light;
And the reflection of it all,
Gave me reds and yellows bright.

The splendor of the leaves,
As they are dying,
Can make you weep,
and start you crying.

Tears for all the things that are,
Tears for all the things to be;
Tears for all the things now past,
and tears for pleasant memories.

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Christmas Is A Season...

christmas is a season of the heart,
a time to cherish family and friends;
a time to laugh and hug, or start,
to amplify the joy your prescense sends.

christmas is a season of the heart,
it knows the love that cannot die;
it knows the reasons that we part,
and gladdens, 'tho we know not why.

christmas is a season of the heart,
it shines it's light to all who see;
gifts are heaped upon it's cart,
and we are thrilled, to let it be.

christmas is season full of joy,
with acts of giving at every turn;
a child's eyes shine with it's new toy,
and lessons of love we slowly learn.

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A time to bury sorrow

A time for you and a time for me,
to be whatever, we choose to be;
to set our sights, to reach the peak,
to realize goals, we truly seek.

A time to dwell. on things long past,
a time to think, on things that last;
on family, friends and things that matter,
on things that endure and do not scattter.

A time to laugh and a time to weep,
a time for treasured things to keep;
a time for reflection on how we feel,
a time to mend and a time to heal.

A time to live and a time to die,
a time for joy and a time to cry;
a time to smile and a time for tears,
a time for God to calm our fears.

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Spring's here...

Spring's here...you can smell the blossoms,
You can sense the prefume in the air;
People laughing, smiling, joking,
as if they had no earthly care.

Don't they know that we could die tomorrow?
Can't they see that death comes quick to all?
Have they blinders on, are they deaf?
Don't they know they're headed for a fall?

Spring does that to may people,
Makes them lovers without fear;
It masks the heartache hiding,
It casts aside the lurking tear.

Spring is just a mass deception,
We're mesmerized by her playful smile;
We suckered into beliving there's a life,
That one can count on for a lengthy while.

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Prayer For The Unbelievers

Father, you see it all before you,
The sadness and the strife;
You watch from heaven's portals,
As we go about our life.

Some deny you Father,
and claim you are not there;
but they are not your sons,
or daughters -
They know not the meaning of prayer.

They think that life's a crapshoot,
Some win, some falter, some lose;
Father, they do not know you gave us,
The will and the wisdom to choose.

We can choose to follow the self,
and contend to be number one;
Or we can give all to you, Father,
It's yours when the final day is done.

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