House of Verse

Here, oh traveller, you may fill your cup freely as I provide you with poems. May we at the House of Verse easy your passage.

Our Change

The wanderer, on moonrise, spoke:

We must work through hot ice and cold snow

Which are here, beneath the shadow

To live out a year, a day, at a time

To feel full from the richest air

To help those lost, shivering and murmuring

Come safely to the fold

To help them sleep or lie,

Gentle as a spring after winter

This, our change, you could say is love

My Lord

If you knew my Lord you would love and follow him too. He is patient, he is kind, He does not envy or boast, and he is proud. He is not rude or self seeking, he is not easily angered; he does not keep a record of wrongs. He takes not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth. He always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. He never fails.

His name is Jesus

Whither I Wander

Whither I wander

Bring me back to days of my youth

When all the lands were bright

and stars were seen at night

When all is dark and lost

Bring me back to days of my youth

Rekindle Your fire within me

And take command again

When all seems lost

Bring me back to the haunts of my youth

All that was bright is now drab and gray

But it rekindles a hope and a joy

Oh! for the days of my youth

When I walked in your light

Light of hope and Light of joy!

Whenever I Wander

Whenever I wander,

Take me back, oh Lord of my youth.

Light my life like you did

Speak as spoke in my youth

When all is dark and lost

Take me back, oh Lord of my youth

Rekindle Your fire within me

And take the helm again

When all seems lost to the gloom

Take me back once again

Repeat the words you spoke in my youth

Rekindle my hope and my joy

When all seems dark, and I'm blind

Take me back yet again

Open the hearth of my heart

Rekindle Your flame within

When my heart seems to flicker,

And my life's light burns low

Please take me back this last time