Archive for August 2018

Divine Mercy

I’ve sailed for miles in a creaky boat
From pier to pier and daunting sea
Hearing wind and water sing
What laps o’er rocks and hardness bring
His divine and loving mercy donning
Unceasing love is what saved me
Kneading balanced beams with prayer
To reap and send His blessings fodder
Pouring down from Christ The Lord
The oil of joy for mourning
The gluing of the seams to float
By God, His graceful pardon
The truth that truly frees my soul
Set point my rudder able
Once I grasped the letting go
All calm, serene and stable …

Jesus Christ The Living God
Puts all cares behind us

Divine Loving Mercy …
Float you to a restful sleep …

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