A Morning Thought Of Love

I woke up this morning with a thought of love. / A specific woman of style I had in mind: / My wife of almost 14 years, delivered and signed / From a blessing of a covenant from above / That descended so lightly upon me as a dove. /

Under the trees, we find our safety strong. / On the rock, we establish our song, / And with the dissolve of time, we redeem our years. / Any sadness will turn into joyful tears.

His Righteousness

The Lord has always been there. / Never has he left me confused, / my crying pleas for forgiveness not refused. / He handles my prayers and soul with the utmost care— / His judgments and tests: always fair. /

Though I do not understand always, / My soul testifies His truth while my mind betrays. / His goodness is forever the fruit I partake, / And only because of His righteousness' sake.