All roads that lead to God.
Are good safe roads with His protection.
For we are His people destined for the New Jerusalem.
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GOODBYE
Farewell, goodbye dear friend,
I didn’t know you well enough, now I have to wait a while to talk again.
Farewell dear Jim,
Stay close to God now you have left, and wait for us, we will be along.
I won’t understand why you left so soon,
Only you and God know why.
Unannounced departures leave a gap,
Wide in the lives left in the room.
Goodbye for now,
We will see you once we are done here.
Living out our lives as best we can,
Without that big wide smile, worn with pride under your instructor’s jacket.
Copyright 2013 Michael J. Cunningham
I will Cross the Sea
I will cross the sea.
And leave my shore behind;
A twenty-seven foot boat awaits me, filled with teachers.
I will cross the sea.
Climbing into the wooden boat, my knees are skinned;
Ouch! No matter I am here now, with unexpected friends. How nice.
I will cross the sea.
They all talk about God, and some journey;
They were all hurt getting into the boat too. That’s strange.
I will cross the sea.
Someone is asleep at the stern; the wind increases;
The boat resembles the roof of my church, whitecaps now.
I will cross the sea.
Waves now wash in, some are shouting, others calm;
Twelve terrified men stumble towards the man in the stern; still sound asleep.
I will cross the sea.
If we sink now, amongst this chaos, we will be protected, I think;
No. I am sure. Hey what’s happening they woke the poor guy up.
I will cross the sea.
He stood up, stretched out his arms, but not a waking stretch;
The seas dropped, and fear. We are in the right boat. We are safe. Who is this man?
Copyright 2013 Michael J. Cunningham
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