Archive for March 2018


One day
The tears fell like rain
One by one
Hitting the frozen tundra
I heard Him call out my name
I felt His love and warmth
I learned to let go and let God
To breathe. To trust in Him
Faith was given freely to me
By a great and mighty God
His name, Jesus
Who died on a cross for me
And broke asunder, the chains
That were choking the life out of me
Gone was the stagnancy, the heaviness
The stench of death
My sin and It’s pain
His blood had cleansed me
My debts had been paid by Him
The burdens of my heart had drifted away
A new heart was beating in me
In a new way
Freedom was in it’s rightful place
Freeing up my lungs
To breathe …
Breaking forth new wisdom and understanding
Birthing in me
New life and peace
For eternity

It’s all about the Love

It’s not in the Bins
(It’s all about the Love)
All the bins are rollin
Turning on a dime
Here they come a tollin
In three quarter time
Watching all the fanfare
Let’s go another round
The angels are brigadin
At the second chance pound
All the bins upended
Singing hear their hum
It’s not in the bins friend
It’s in the rhythm of the drum
Throw your hands right up
With fresh new hat and glove
It’s not in the bins friend
It’s all about the love
All the bins a rollin
Turnin on a dime
Here they come a rollin
In three quarter time
kg. 15
words and music
Kelly S Griswold

Holy Spirit Morning

Holy Spirit Kind of Morning
Come Holy Spirit
Touch me with your fire…
You are my comfort
My utmost desire
With rod and staff, You lead me
Intercede, defend
Thank You for Your power and love
My helper, my friend …
Hold me In Your Heart
Hold me In Your Ways
Hold me in your Arms
Hold me in Your Grace
I’m singing of Your praises
In flight, as the lark
On this special journey Lord
To You, Christ, I embark
Holy Spirit, teach me
In Your ways I learn
Your guiding light … is ever on
Your wisdom to discern
Words and Music
Kelly Sampson Griswold

Susurrous Sounds

I hear the susurrous sounds
Pins that pluck on downward
The music box is playing
Round and round with spring
Cylinders are moving
Slipping o’er bumps
Tuning forks and sounding beams
Soothing me in dreams
And I love you so
With all my heart and soul
Sleep will soon abound for me
Sewing up the seams
Kelly Sampson Griswold