Above The Fray

“Oh come let us bow down
Let us kneel before our Maker”
Psalm 95:6

“Though war and pain have not yet ceased

We have a Savior sure
Christ is coming soon sweet friend 

He’s even at the door

Look up to Him until the end

Not back into the cloud

He is always with you child

Wherein your head is bowed

Praying for you

For a great and God blessed day

That glides as smoothly

Over the tough hills

With powdery snow

And through the glades

With perfect view 

From our Glorious King 

Each and every day

Lifted above the fray

With Jesus love in abundance 

Strength for the way



Your Beautiful

I’ve seen you walk the sidewalk
More gingerly with time
Like you’re getting out of someone’s way
Stepping out of line
Like you don’t feel you’re worth a thing
Ducking, Dodging, Apologizing …
To me that’s not ok
To think that you must walk the streets
Feeling that you have to shy away …
Like you’re taking someone else’s space
Behind the sidewalks pace
Well You just keep on walking
With your head held high
You don’t have to cower
You don’t have to hide
Walk with me My Princess …
You have a place to be
You grace the sidewalk
You’re beautiful
To me

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

The Vision

“In all your ways acknowledge Him
And. He shall direct your path.”
Proverbs 3-6

The mighty train is ready now
He knows when he’s near the gate
Buffets, when coast is clear
Wise men they evaluate

Waiting for the train to load
Soon to rail, the road unwinds
We all sing the gospel song
Harmonize, new friends all kinds

Table round and in the shed
In the morn, full steam ahead
Nightly whistles heard, past bed
Another tiny town is fed

Each stop heard a thousand miles
The great is patient loving kind
Finally docked the slick train lands
The buffered path he understands

Kelly S Griswold

Simply Free

Let us sit by the fire
Come with me friend
To the banks of the river
At Lampreys bend

I’ll cook you a kettle
Of the finest fish
Yes we’ll eat of some brown bread
From copper dish

With a smidge of sweet butter
Steamed o’r rocks within view
With some birch paper glasses
Filled with heavenly dew

Not a care in the world
A bed of shady green grass
Nothing left to bother
This little lass

It’s so nice to be resting
Relaxing in Brie
No-one is fretting
simply free

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

Happy and Free

Each morning I rise
Your love lifts me up
I go to work for You Jesus
You fill my cup

My eyes upon You
My ear tuned to Thee
It is then, I see Jesus
I’m the best I can be

I’m happy and free
Looking only to Thee
Because of your mercy
Living In me

Each morning I rise
With Your love to give
I go to work for You Jesus
To spread Your love and forgive

Kelly S Griswold

October chorus-
Have a great day friend
The sky is so blue today
The sun is shining brightly
Reflecting your beauty

Nature Walks with Nancy Ann

The birds were singing o’er my shoulder as if to waken me on this delicately crisp fall morning. I could see them swooping up and down, slicing the air smoothly, like a knife; spreading their wings in glee. Happy that I was around, or was it the the other way around?
Then, as low as low as low could go, they flew closely by my window sill.
Their cheerfulness seemed to boost me up from my bed.
At first I didn’t want to oblige them; for I had been thinking of the days with my mother. Nature was her constant companion. The persistent birds fluttering around with their wispy feathers prompting me to get up and at em.
Thanking God, I threw on my sweatshirt and jeans, donned my moccasins and headed down the drive way still grief traveling. A song came and flowed through my mind. “New world in the morning.” One of her favorites. I felt raindrops rolling down my cheeks, stopping top the beaten ground; Lifting me gently along with the sweet morning air, was the sound my inner heart beat, heaped up with thoughts of my Mother, whom I missed so dearly.
Those birds came to ease my mind I thought. They were ok, and I would be ok. What a God send.
I had my new walking stick nicely fit to the curve of my hand as I traveled further over to the meadow. Still brimming with noises, still there, unchanged. The wooded trail still had that mushroom and Christmasy pine needle scent and the soft blanketed feel of the moss was comforting underfoot. Walking with my Mother through the woods was always my favorite thing to do.
Once, I came across a baby coyote frolicking and I went along with him, letting him jump up on me. He wanted to play some more and again I obliged, momentarily; until I realized that his Mother had to be somewhere, and not too far away. She most definitely wouldn’t abide this new friend. Quick decisions are wise ones sometimes.
Moving along! The weather crowned; then the fog and mist lifted from the air like clockwork. The sun broke through, with rays so soft and warm; they moved and dried my tears.
I think the clouds were tired of their stagnancy too. They dissipated before I knew it.
I sat down gently and quietly in the tall grass as I always do.
I was not alone a-fielding.
Not alone in my thoughts and song.
and when I sat and rested in my quiet.
I felt a presence bare itself
A deer had thoughts of mine, the same;
He was rested upon the field of grain.
Only a golden curtain between us
He would teach me of the freedom
Of the wild blue yonder
For a split second, we instantly saw each other. We locked eyes for a moment … we stared … and then
Up and away with a flash of lightning, I heard
A thunderous crashing of hoof beats
He was off!
Swiftly he ran, sure footedly
With head held high
Confidence learned
“Don’t think”
“Just run”
“Don’t think”
“Just fly”

Story by Kelly Sampson Griswold

Day’s Journey

Each new morn, The Lord doth bring
His beauty He bestows
His heart, His Holy strength, His hope
The Spirits budding rose
With spritely springing ease, we cope
From Savior Christ we learn
Our faith in Him; our sweet repose
We wait for His return
And as the brook wind and turn
We will not fear for lumps
Joyous is the song we sing
Trusting Him with each new jump
We praise Him by the riverside
We praise Him in the flood
For in our Journey, far and wide
There’s power in The Blood
Praise Him in The morning love
Praise Him in The Dove
The Voice of Glory calling … us
Godward on from sun to sun

Words and Music
Kelly Griswold

Have a super day friend
You are so loved
You are beautiful in His sight k

Butternut Bridge

The Butternut Bridge

It’s just a hop and a skip and a jump, across the Butternut bridge.
The winter wood-bird coos, a lovers song.
The fire is cracklin, warm … so come on over …
You know my love, that it has been too long.

The wind across the meadow, is open wider …
The bridge is calling you, to come on home.
I hear the copper teapot, gently, whistling down.
Come on in … before it gets too cold.

The lonesome night air gives and gives, forever …
The texture of sweet smoke, is in my eye.
The taste of yesteryear, brings out the spices,
of perfectly pleasing, plum pies, piled high.

The screen door slapping time, with loosened wing nuts.
Sounds that we once knew, my friend, so dear.
Missing notes of jingling swings; I … wait … to … hear.
Sounds of you … the porch light near.

Missing notes of jingling swings; I wait … to … hear.
Sounds of you … are whispering in my ear.

Words and Music By
Kelly S Griswold

To be the benevolent hand that leads
Be deeply kind and generosity driven
Heed the call of the soul in need
Be true to God’s word
His word was made flesh
His name is Jesus Christ
He is truth and He is love
The wise in heart see
With the eyes of His grace and compassion
They live in the humble place
Sowing seeds of love and new life in others
By bearing the fruits of the Spirit
In the power of The Holy Ghost
Love, joy, peace, forbearance, patience
kindness, goodness,
and self control
Not in judging
But in helping, teaching, and affirming
The good progress in others
Forgetting the stain …
In Gods loving realm remain
Be led to lead selflessly
For in the pureness of love
Sometimes losing is gain
Avow to listen patiently
Scoping the heart’s true pace
Hearing the sound of a frown
Feeling the expression on someone’s face
Lifting up ne’r tearing down
With respect for others who are in pain
To find the true core of the need
We Must listen … With the heart
Listen …
And listen …
Once again

Kelly Sampson Griswold

Holy Spirit Wind


Holy Spirit Wind
(A song for you)

Feel the soft wind, swing and sway
And gently weave, a song for you
As pine trees howling, fill the air
And still small voice, as one, we pair

As sheep in fields; we hear Your voice
Look ahead, in green grassed fields
Pay no mind, to darkened woods
Whose dens of evil, rob, destroy

At work in faith, with reverence
To God alone, and nought to chance
His perfect love, doth cast out fear
Though unseen, yet we know’s He’s there

This wind, it moves, with elegance
Gift of grace, within the dance
With groaning that cannot be heard
Intercedes for the weak and splintered

Living in, His wisdoms wait
Letting go with humble tears
Touch Thou, our brow, with healing care
Holy Spirit peace, is here

Holy Spirit
Mighty wind …
Holy Spirit
Breathe on me …

Holy Spirit
Healing wind …
Holy Spirit
Breathe on me

Kelly S Griswold