LEAD US

                                             LORD LEAD US

                                        ©Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart

Give me peace in all my days

And I will praise thee in many ways.

In song and prayer, in mind and heart,

I'll do my best to do my part...

To be your loving servant.

Lord, I am humble at your feet,

I bow my head when in prayer, we meet.

And thank thee for all blessings given

And pray that we all will meet in heaven

...whatever road we take.

There cannot be a wrong road,

 With the "lamp unto our feet",

when we are guided by the ONE

On the right hand of God's seat,

Lead us toward your light.

~Amen

SEPTEMBER SUNDAYS

Oh, dear friends!!  I am so much enjoying this blog!! Your comments are priceless and I am so glad you are sharing my sense of humor!  Things just strike both Bill and I funny and sometimes not everyone can catch the humor!  So it is so much fun to hear from you all.  I have published all of your comments but they are not showing as yet and you know I am not a patient person!  If I could wish something for every one of you, it would be a good marriage and partner in life.  Even with Bill's cancer hovering over us 24/7, he has never lost his sense of humor and we laugh about something every day.  Bill was 6 foot tall before the cancer.  The bone collapse in his spine has him now measuring 5'7"--on a good day.  One morning he came out as I was making coffee, kissed me and noticed how I do not have to tip toe to return the kiss.  He said, "Someday, I will wake up and be this tall" and he raised his hand from the floor about 2 1/2 feet, "and I will be saying 'me-me--me,me,me!"  I marvel at his finding humor in all situations. 

                                           "Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile

                                                but sometimes your Smile can be the source of your joy."

                                                                                                   ~~Anon.
September Sundays....
                        

Among the fallen leaves

Summer's remnants succumb too soon.

as shortened days and Harvest Moon

Light the Autumn nights.

A crispness starts to fill the air

As summer's warmth gives way

To branches bare

And snow is waiting in the wings

To take the center stage.

Bill put a little pile of maple leaves

Into the outdoor chimanea pot

And lighted them so I could enjoy

The aroma on the spot.

Ah, sweet Autumn

Just when all seems serene

A restlessness is spilled......

In the color of your leaves.

© Kerrie O'Hearn Marquart