'Tis human nature to forever expect the very worst
Oh those who will not drink even though they thirst
Turning away from the simplest truths they cannot believe
Blindly ignorant to the great blessings they would receive
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
February 19, 2007
EVERY SHIP THAT SAILS
There is no fatal voyage on rough seas tossed
Nor faithful mariners that are forever lost
For every path is charted, every journey planned
Every ship that sails is by the master manned
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
February 19, 2007
Technicolor Dreams
Oh of those long ago, happy, childhood days,
that on golden, dappled, sunshine ever plays
Of a never forgotten wonderland created seems,
comes often and again in my Technicolor dreams
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
February, 26, 2007
When I was a child there was this great silent place, called the hollow where I played. I have never forgotten the first time I saw it. It was nothing but huge trees and brush, birds singing and a little crick flowing through the whole thing. Last night I dreamed that as a child I was back in my favorite place of my childhood. I could almost smell the musty smells and here the water playing. I was so disappointed to awake to reality. I wrote this when I woke up. I hope it brings you dreams too. Rog
WHEN IT WAS ALL OVER
He did not always do the right things people thought he should
Yet I have always thought that he did the very best he could
But in the end I am almost positive that it was a victory he won
Because people still loved him when it was all over and done
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
February 27, 2007
Let Not Boredom
If this life on earth went on and on never ending
Over mountains high and valleys deep ever fending
Would not life become monotony to quickly flee
Pray Lord, let not boredom become the death of me
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
March 17, 2007
Just a Few More Years
We curse this painful life with all its grief and woe
In age we claim we're done with infirmities and ready to go
Yet when we think in distance we hear the reaper's call
Suddenly it's just a few more years we want most of all!
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
2007
THIS OFFERING
Do they know, do they feel, do they even care
As that cross of crosses rises in the morning air
Cool at the break of dawn, an inferno at noonday
A sacrifice made; the prophecy has had its way
This offering of the Holy Spirit was given for all
When on the hill of Golgotha three crosses stood tall
May Lord this gift be treasured by all of mankind forever
Not to be taken lightly we pray that we shall never
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
April 6, 2007
Good Friday
Can't Just Be Old Women Talking
They say that Jesus Christ has risen, this can't be true, I have to see
Who in the world would go through all this agony just for you and me?
But the tomb is empty and he has been seen by many well and walking
It happened two thousand years ago, can't just be old women talking
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
Easter Morning,
April 8, 2007
Rejoices the Man
Rejoices the man who lived his life near his spawning ground
Who's traveled the world over yet no better place he found
Satisfaction comes in touching the things we love and know
Familiarity need not breed contempt no mater how old we grow
(c) Roger Eugene Corell,
April 9, 2007
There is something to be said for living our life close to where we first saw the light of day.
Peeling Back the Layers
Peeling, peeling back the layers to see who lie's inside
I wanted to be an honest man, oh how very hard I tried
But feelings of inadequacy forced me often to pretend
I wonder if I will ever find myself before the very end
Do you remember old what's his name, I'll just bet you do
How sharing brings these memories rushing back to you
'Tis in the "golden years", jewels become of a different gauge
Treasured reflections on our youth are the diamonds of age
This is written for all my old friends who are dreaming of home.
That river by the way is of course, the Shell Rock River.
With Doubt Unencumbered
Grant me Lord, while I with beating heart,
your loving grace before this world I part
Help me appreciate blessings so numbered,
let me leave this earth doubt unencumbered
~~~
“Going home” the old Poet said and shed a little tear
The time spent was too short yet so glad I was here
And when you might think that you miss me much
Remember the words I wrote, the hearts I still touch
--
I shall dance the music that life
plays for me, of sunshine and
shadows waiting to be free.
Greeting the splendor when the
storm is past,
embracing the rapture as I
breathe my last.
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