Archive for March 2018

Amber Grass

At last, the hope of Spring has come
Tis naked ‘pon the amber grass
Yearning for the light of day
Brushing gainst my back alas

I feel the sun break through the glass
Inside the meadows, side rungs rail
Pale Edgings of cold winter shale
Uncovering the litten pass

Kelly S Griswold

Safe In God’s Love

I opened my eyes looking
Up from my bed
Hearing sweet music
Of Heavens sweet mandolins
Waiting for spring
Though not to speak less of winter
I’m safe in God’s love
And His tender warm wing
As snow fades ‘cross the land
Giving water it’s way
Moving rivers round mountains
My heart and soul blessed
The beauty my God makes
Of a winter long
As Winter breaks free
Spring’s victory song
Kelly S Griswold

Freedom

Freedom

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
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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 …

Chorus
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
chorus

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