I foolishly thought

I was in control

Which only stands to reason

I planted my garden,

watched it grow and harvested in season

Of course the rain would always come

of course the sun would shine

and when it grew and gave it's due

the glory was all mine.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow

Let heaven and nature sing

while foolish creatures here below

won't bow and bless their King.
- j.m.

I'm trying to teach the kids that

"every good and perfect gift comes from above

On the road again ...

On the road again ...

When you're gone
I always sleep right down the middle of our bed
and wake with all the blankets
tucked 'round my feet.

and when you're gone I
drink your orange juice
and I sometimes wear your shirt
and I never keep our bedroom very neat.

But when you're here
I use your toothbrush
and forget to pack your lunch
and I grumble at the socks
spread on the floor.

And when you're here I interrupt you,
disappoint you and mistrust you
and I don't know what I'm doing all that for.

Maybe it's because I've missed you
and it's high time I just kissed you
will you stay so I can fall for you once more?
Maybe then I'll grow to find
that patiently we can rewind
and learn to be the lovers
we were before.

J.M.

This is my version of a country song ... complete with cheese