CARRY IT ON THE WIND

If it does not capture your life in a positive way cast it into the wind away from your life and be blessed..............

Carry it on the wind your hopes and dreams.
Sometimes life is not all that it seems.
You think you know the truth of the matter.
It is just an illusion of truth and then it shatters.
Sometimes you are right sometimes you are wrong.
Sometimes it makes you bitter, sometimes it makes you strong.
Let those bad thing be carried off by the end.
But always capture the good to be remembered again.
Talk to the Father in the heavens above,
He'll multiply those good things and surround you with love.

MOM'S BABY BROTHER #4

I WROTE THIS POEM FOR MY BABY THE LAST BORN CHILD.



MOM'S BABY, THE LAST CHILD, BROTHER NUMBER....4.
BRAWNIER AND TALLER THAN THE REST, THAT'S FOR SURE.
BROAD AT THE CHEST AND SLIM AT THE HIP.
WASN'T ANYONE IN TOWN GONNS GIVE YOU ANY LIP.
NEVER BACKED DOWN FROM A FIGHT OR TWO,
DAD AND I HAD SOME ANXIOUS MOMENTS OVER YOU.
SLICED YOUR ARM ON A PLATE GLASS WINDOW SO TO THE ER WE RUSHED.
THE BROTHERS LOCKED YOU OUT SO THROUGH THE WINDOW YU PUSHED.
FOOTBALL SEASON WAS HARDEST FOR MOM TO BEAR.
20 GUYS SLAMMING YOU TO THE GROUND, BUT YOU DID NOT CARE.
DROPPED A LIZARD ON YOUR MOM IN THE NIGHT
SHE SLUNG IT ACROSS THE ROOM IN A TERRIBLE FRIGHT.
TOOK A PRAIRIE KING SNAKE IN FOR A PET NO LESS.
UNTIL MOM FOUND IT IN THE CLOSET CURLED UP ON HER BEST DRESS.
AS A YOUNG MAN YOU GREW STRAIGHT AND TALL.
UNITED, THE 44 BROTHERS MOTTO, ALL FOR AND ONE FOR ALL.
YOU COULD NOT BE DEFEATED BY THE WORLDS PLANS,
AT LAST THE BABY OF THE FAMILY BECAME A MAN.
AND NOW HE TAKES CARE OF DEAR OLD MOM.
MOWS AND WEEDEATS AND KEEPS HER CALM.
YES, BIG BRIAN IS A SIGHT T BEHOLD.
THIS YEAR MOM'S BEABY, BROTHER NUMBER 4 IS 32 YEARS OLD.

CURLY HEADED FIREMAN

When my first born son was six he wanted to be a fireman and work in search and rescue. There was a traumatic event at our country home where an 80 year old man turned his tractor over on himself. We had no phone no car and my husband had left with a friend to pick up a lawn mower. I also had a five year old and a baby in a playpen. I was still recovering from giving birth. I wrote this poem for him.




A curly headed fireman was born to me.
Late at night in the land of the free.
Never cried a tear till he was nearly one.
I was proud of him ,my first born son.
He was speaking sentences before he was two.
With dimples in his smile that captured you.
He grew straight and tall and was very bright,
Cowboy boots and jeans that fit just right.
A worn straw hat adorned his head,
He wanted to be a fireman so he said.
At age 6 the opportunity came too soon.
To rescue an old man under a tractor at high noon.
He dragged a pry board to lift the tractor off him,
He chances looked to be mighty slim.
He started rolling stones as fast as he could,
Pushing and shoving them under the tractor hood.
To relieve the pressure from the frail old man,
The cries of anguish almost more than he could stand.
Run to the neighbors for help, Mama cried,
Then he heard the car at the end of the drive.
Dad and his friend was there to give a hand,
As they carefully lifted the tractor off the old man.
A few broken ribs and a gash or two,
A few weeks later the old man was good as new.
Mom said, I was a fireman tried and true.
Oh, son I'm so proud you see,
Of this curly headed fireman born to me.

PRISSY SISSY

I was sorting though some memories and ran across this story of my daughter leaving her little brother's in their underwear because there was a boy she wanted to sit with on the bus. Dad did not think it was so funny. I left at 5 am for work, he got home at 8 from work. It was my daughter's job being several years older than her young brothers to get them dressed and on the bus.


PRISSY SISSY


You were my little princess, dressed in ruffles and bows.
Eyes of blue, sable brown hair and a button nose.
You would not play with dolls, but with the boys tractors made roads.
And you stayed perfectly clean, how, no one knows.
The brothers called you Prissy Sissy as a matter of fact.
And when you played ball, they made you chase it but would not let you bat.
You cared for your little brothers, read stories and sang them songs,
They'd wrestle you to the ground and hold you down to long.
You grew into a beautiful young lady,
Got interested in boys, too much, maybe.
Mornings you ere supposed to dress the little boys before the bus got there.
The bus came early, you ran off, left them standing in their underwear.
They were confused, did not know what to do, never left at home alone before.
They played and made messes and Dad was mad when he hit the door.
When you got home he sent you to bed,
How could you do that? You are grounded for a month he said.
Now you have gone to the Father above,
The family still tells all these silly little stories that we love.
Yesterday is gone, sad but true.
But it makes our hearts smile these memories of you.

AND THEN THERE WAS HOPE

The twins were two months early, they say,
Dr. Has to take them, better fall to your knees and pray.

Baby number one will live that is no lie,
But baby number two will surely die.

Don't believe the devils report for he lies.
Don't give up hope, do not cry.

We gathered around in a circle of prayer,
We cast upon Jesus our every care.

We renounced the evil one and told him to go.
We are believing Jesus for life more abundant, don't you know.

The power of the Holy Spirit filled our hearts.
We are standing on faith, no doubt to impart.

Then the Spirit whispered in our ear,
They shall live and not die, never fear.

And then there was hope renewed,
As the Dr. burst forth and gave us the news.

There are two living boys,3#'s 3ozs. and 3#'s 2,
They'll have to stay in nic....u that's true.

Got two more months of growing to do,
Oh, precious babies we'll shower our love on you.

And by the power of God's good grace,
The glory shown on Mom and Dad's face.

With wonder we touched those precious baby boys,
The hope of our future, filled our hearts with joy.

Those twins have grown and blessed our lives,
Because God said they would live and not die.

And then there was hope because we prayed,
Those precious baby boys are 13 years old this day.


This is a poem I wrote about my grand babies. They had a rough start but God kept His promise and they lived when there was no hope He gave us hope and faith to believe. He has been sooooo gooooood to my family God Bless.....LINDA

JUST RHYMING WORDS

Just rhyming words,
That's what I do.
Some of them you have heard,
Some of them are new.

Some are beautiful poetry,
Some are simply funny.
Some are full of liberty,
Some give you a run for your money.

Some tell of friends old and new.
Some of my family.
Some will break your heart that's true.
Some are even a little sappy.

But the best ones tell of Jesus and His love.
The sacrifice He gave for me and you.
Some tell of the angels above,
But all of them tell the truth.

So I am sending hugs your way,
Because you are blessed among the children of men.
Also sending smiles today,
Hoping it ill hold you until we meet again.

I want you to know I pray for you,
So I will go now and get to it.
Jesus is faithful and true,
And I wanted to make sure you knew it.

DANCE LIKE YOU DO WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING

Go on, dance like you do when no one is watching, I dare you too.
Remember the world only sees love and laughter when it radiates from you

Come on, the sun I shining, give yourself a break,
Shuck those burdens, let your heart smile, give yourself a shake.

No matter the problems of the government, the USA is the greatest place to live.
Mountains of pain crumble as smiles and love and laughter we give.

Get loose, break free, dance like you do when no one is watching you.
Make a difference in the life of a little one, and show them what you can do.

Embrace your Lady with a playful hug and twirl her around the room.
Give her a squeeze and an I love you Darlin' to chase away the gloom.

Smile at your enemy, go ahead and mess up their mind,
Squeeze the hand of the elderly and give them some tender time.

Sing a song of nonsense and take skip a step or two,
Don't let the kids have all the fun, show 'em your old soft shoe.

Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, sing it in 4/4 time,
Who cares if the words sound funny to the ear, it's a cheerful little rhyme.

Merry Christmas to all the world, let the bells of joy ring,
A merry heart is good medicene as the praises of life we sing.

Go on, dance like you do when no one is watching, I dare you too.
Remember the world only sees love and laughter when it radiates from you!

LOST IN HIS LOVE

Lost in His love, is where I ever want to be,
Wrapped in His peace, just Jesus and me.

Lost in His love, a safe place to rest,
Jesus gave His life willingly that I might be blessed.

Lost in His love is my greatest desire,
Smothered in His kindness, hour after hour.

Lost in His love is like the gentle rain.
Washed in His blood, taking away sin and pain.

Lost in His love, He promises me,
Life with the Father, Son and Holy Ghost for eternity.

Lost in His love, healing and gentleness abide,
Jesus and me forever, walking side by side.

RAINBOWS END

At rainbows end sits a pot of gold,
That's the story so I'm told.

So what if the pot of gold at rainbows end turns out to be,
A different story for you and me?

Maybe it is a nice soft bed when you are tired at night.
Or the joy of the morning sun coming through the window so bright.


Maybe the colors of the sunset over the sea,
Or quietly holding hands, my lover and me.

Touching the heart of a wounded soul,
Speaking words of peace to make him whole.

It might be the song of a bird in flight,
Or a baby laughing out loud for the first time, oh what a delight.

Maybe the breeze in the trees on a summer's day.
The fragrance of clover when the farmer makes hay.

A new born colt struggling to stand on wobbly feet.
Or grandma's fresh baked cookies, oh what a treat.

So whatever pots of gold sit at rainbows end,
I know, that I know, the adventure begins again.

PEACE AND JOY

Peace is near
Never far away,
The sound of a babbling brook,
On a sun shiny day.
You can see it in nature all around.
In the windless sunset,
It can be found.
A baby's first smile,
Is a good place to look.
Or the precious words,
Of the Holy Book.
In a friends embrace,
A safe place to dwell,
Peace and tenderness,
And joy abounds there as well.
It is not far away,
It is not lost.
Seek it's safety,
Whatever the cost.

OUTLAW SURRENDERS TO PREACH

I was sharing a new song with my son. He said I had written songs for others why not rite a song about him. HE WAS THE outlaw of the family in his teenage years always doing something outragious. He was called from the womb. I often told him that but h wanted no part of that. The more he ran from God the more he ran into God so here is the song...........




Hey Rocky, what you gonna do today?
Hey, Rocky get on your knees and pray.
The old man is dead and you are new.
Son, God has His hand on you.
You were called from the day of your birth,
You started running for all you were worth.
You were the outlaw of the family,
Crowing like a bantam rooster for the whole wide world to see.
Satan tried to snatch you time after time.
God always stopped him,said, no, that boy is mine.
Then you surrendered to His perfect plan,
Started preaching Jesus and the promised land.
Your twins thought you had hung the moon ,
When you started preaching Jesus is coming soon.
Your wife was delighted as she could be,
Walking hand in hand with you toward eternity.
Hey, Rocky what you gonna do today?
Hey, Rocky fall on your knees to pray.
The old man is dead and you are new.
Son, God has His hand on you.

BELOVED RYAN

A single mother at work had met her prince. They were to be married. He was very good to her little boy and she was crazy about him. She asked me to do a poem about him. A poem she used as part of her wedding vows.




BELOVED RYAN


Hello Darling, it seems I've waited my whole life through,
For a knight in shining armor to arrive and it was you.
Our hearts collided in a strange sort of way,
I knew I could trust you from the very first day.
You captured me with tender words.
The sweetest and truest I ever heard.
We are joined at the heart for the whole wide world to see,
My friend, my prince , my husband to be.
I long to be with you as day is done,
To watch as you become a Father to my son.
You have become the bright and shining star in my life,
And, Darling I can't wait to begin the adventure of being your wife.

LIVING WORDS FROM HEAVEN

WE'VE BEEN IN REVIVAL THIS WEEK. It has felt like sitting at the MASTER'S feet. We heard living words from heaven! YES!







The word has flowed, revelation knowledge has grown and I have positively glowed.
Angels have sung and great deeds have been done. All in the name of the SON!
Wounded spirits have been healed, salvation has been sealed and the anointing of the anointed one revealed.
Precious words we did hear and love conquered fear.
Prisoners were set free and praises to Him sung joyfully.
Spiritual songs filled our soul, by His stripes we were made whole.
Living words from heaven were given with simplicity,
Presented with precision and accuracy.
Every night at 7 we met with the KING,
His presence and power changed everything!
My heart grieved for those who refused the invitation to come,
Life changing words from heaven sent by the Son.
Jesus had the same problem as He invited the wedding guests to come,
They had many excuses and refused His love.
So He went to the highways and hedges bidding them come,
And they supped with the Father, Holy Spirit and Son.
Whosoever knocks shall find, all that He is has become thine.



WE'VE BEEN IN REVIVAL THIS WEEK. It has felt like sitting at the MASTER'S feet. We heard living words from heaven! YES!







The word has flowed, revelation knowledge has grown and I have positively glowed.
Angels have sung and great deeds have been done. All in the name of the SON!
Wounded spirits have been healed, salvation has been sealed and the anointing of the anointed one revealed.
Precious words we did hear and love conquered fear.
Prisoners were set free and praises to Him sung joyfully.
Spiritual songs filled our soul, by His stripes we were made whole.
Living words from heaven were given with simplicity,
Presented with precision and accuracy.
Every night at 7 we met with the KING,
His presence and power changed everything!
My heart grieved for those who refused the invitation to come,
Life changing words from heaven sent by the Son.
Jesus had the same problem as He invited the wedding guests to come,
They had many excuses and refused His love.
So He went to the highways and hedges bidding them come,
And they supped with the Father, Holy Spirit and Son.
Whosoever knocks shall find, all that He is has become thine.

MOM'S ROSES

When my mother-in-law passed, her daughters sorted through her things. A dresser held many new items , gifts that had been given through the years of Christmas and birthdays. They were unopened, unused. I recognized a robe my husband and I had given her 25 years before. How sad, what a waste never to be enjoyed. My Mom and Grandma had a saying....give me my roses while I am living, they won't do me a bit of good when I am dead. I wrote this poem for my Mom one Mother's day.......


Give me my roses while I'm living, Mom always said,
They will not do me a bit of good when I am dead.
I want to bury my nose in their fragrance sweet and pure.
I want to see your bright shiny face when you give them dear.
As the colors fade and the blossoms fall,
I'll gather the petals in a sachet for my dresser drawers.
Don't forget to add a rainbow of iris to a bouquet or two,
Then take photo, a perfect gift from me to you.
The pink English roses are my favorite, hear what I say.
A dozen blooms on one stem, a perfect bouquet.
And of course yellow roses are my favorite too,
Their double dew covered heads, hanging over the fence as they do.
Don't forget the deep burgandy climbing the porch rail,
Their majesty makes my heart smile.
And of course the priceless roses your Dad and I planted with care,
Three little girls and three little boys.
Gave us aggravation over the years,
But mostly tremendous joys.
Then the most precious gifts from the Father above
Grandchildren and great grandchildren, our precious loves.
So when you stand at my casket at the funeral my dear,
Display photos of my family and roses to show,
How Mom enjoyed her roses while she was here.
Give me my roses while I am living my Mom always said,
They won't do me a bit of good when I am dead.

MARGE

FOR 6 YEARS I WORKED LAUNDRY IN A REST HOME. It was a God appointed job. I laid hands on and prayed for every article of material touched the elderly there. I delivered clothes to each room and held hands that were afraid. I smiled and joked and made their days a little brighter. One day as I was passing a little lady stopped me and our conversation touched my heart so that I wrote a poem about the encounter. I had it made into a song and gave a copy to her daughter. She cried when she heard it. The lady has since passed and the song was played at her funeral.




I was on my way to the laundry at the rest home today,
When a fragile little lady touched my arm as I passed her way.
She said, could you stop for a minute or two and hear what I have to say?
I said sure honey, I'd be glad to,
Is there something I can do?
I'm confused, confused about the time you see,
I said, no problem, it is eight thirty,
Oh, but you don't understand, she replied.
Is it 8:30in the morning or 8:30 at night.
It's 8:30 at night and time to rest,
She brightened a bit and then she said,
If I go to bed tonight get up early in the morning and do my chores, everything will be all right?
Her words took my heart and gave it a squeeze,
As I smiled at her and agreed.
I swallowed a sob as I started to go.
But there was one more thing she wanted me to know.
As she gave my arm final squeeze,
A tear slipped down her weathered cheek.
Honey, you have no idea what it feels like to be lost.
I patted her arm and held in my grief,
Until I could slip away and get relief.
How many times have we passed the lost today?
Who didn't know who they were or what to do?
Couldn't you take a minute or two.
Stop in the hallway and let Marge talk to you.
With dignity and courage she touched my heart,
With compassion and love.
And I breathed a little prayer to the Father above.
Lord, couldn't you help others today,
Be blessed, as they stop and hear what Marge has to say?

GRANDMA'S SILVER BOX

Grandma's silver box, it was so precious to me,
The secret that lay beneath it's lid,she never let me see.
She said, Friends are the tapestry by which the fabric of life is woven.
Their relationship goes deeper than that of a man and a woman.
Friends will not desert you as lovers often do.
Nor grieve you with inpatients as spouses tend to do.
A friend will lift you up and dust you off and forgive you of your sin.
They'll send you off to battle the victory to win.
Their encouragement can raise you to the heights of eagles wings,
They'll make you smile and cheer you on to conquer the important things.
Oft times I would enter the room, with Grandma unaware.
See pain and anguish on her weathered face and traces of tears here and there.
She sat by the silver box where the family Bible lay,
When I asked what was the matter, this is what she would say.
Friends are a tapestry by which the fabric of life is woven.
Their relationship goes deeper than a man and a woman.
Friends will not desert you as lovers sometimes do,
Nor grieve you with inpatients as spouses tend to do.
A friend will lift you up and dust you off and forgive you of your sin.
They'll send you off to battle the victory to win.
Their encouragement can raise you to the heights of eagles wings.
They'll make you smile and cheer you on to conquer the important things.
There lies the silver box my grandma willed to me.
With an anxious hand, I lifted the lid, to set the secret free.
Inside was a cracked and faded photograph of my Granddad at wars end.
On the bottom of the tattered paper was a caption that read,
No greater love has a man than he lay down his life for a friend, so Jesus decreed.
But this man laid down his life for not one friend but an an entire country.
He wasn't just my lover or the husband he should be,
But he was my best friend and heaven was his destiny.
I long to be with him again, united at last at this journey's end.

THE HOUSE OF PRAYER

You are called to come to the house of prayer,
A blessing awaits as you enter there,
Wounded spirits, their heart can bare,
When they kneel at the altar of the house of prayer.

The house of prayer is always near,
The Father and I await you there,
The blood of the Son washes your sin,
And the Father says Son, come home again.

Come home, come home to the house of prayer,
It is a place of peace that holds no fear,
Your past will fade, without a fear,
When you kneel at the altar of the house of prayer.

Come home, come home, to the house of prayer,
Love and forgiveness await you there,
In arms of love, Jesus holds you near,
When you kneel at the altar of the house of prayer.

You are called to come to the house of prayer,
You are so welcome as you enter there,
Troubled spirits, there's healing here,
When you kneel at the altar of the house of prayer.


May you rest in His peace God Bless, Linda

LET YOUR GLORY DWELL IN ME

Lord, let this body be a place for your glory to dwell,
Let my soul with your praises swell.

Let your heart be my heart is my sole desire.
Set my mouth to speak with Holy fire.

This is my cry; this is my plea.
That the glory of your Son be reflected in me.

Let me sing with joy so clear,
That the lost will hear far and near.

Let the blood shout mercy from the throne above,
Let us be the reflections of His abiding love.

Let the angels sing from the throne on high,
Forgiveness from the blood of the Son will never die.

Your presence lives within our heart, my mighty King,
You are our life, our breath, our everything.

So to you, our Savior, we praise and pray,
We are only a WORD away from a brand new day.

So our praises shall ring through eternity,
For in His amazing grace, He loved even me.


I love you all, God Bless, LINDA

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WERE QUAIL AND HAIL

Once upon a time on a farm nearby Linda and Margaret were sitting on the back steps enjoying a spring day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. The squirrels were playing tag in the trees and on the ground chattering and scolding. Then there was a change in the atmosphere. A sudden silence with the sun shining. And the heavens broke forth with an amazing hail storm. We ducked inside and watched the storm from the window. For about 10 minutes the hail rained down on the ground with some force. The ground was covered with hail from marble size to half dollar size. It was amazing and the sun shone on. From the brush at the back of the yard a large covey of quail streamed into the yard and stated feasting on worms. I remembered when I was first married we knew a couple who harvested river worms for bait shops. They had a machine called a tamper. When it was turned on, it beat the ground causing vibrations which made the worms to come to the surface. The pickers would then harvest the worms. I realized that God had used the hail storm as His tamper to feed the quail. It reminded me of the Bible teaching. Have no thought for today what you should eat or wear for as He clothes and feeds the fowl of the air, how much more shall your Father feed and clothe you. God had shared a visual of His teaching..... Shared it with Margaret and me once upon a time...... So many of you responded with pleasure and joy on my last Margaret story I thought I would share another.......God Bless, LINDA

MARGARET'S MIRACLE MINITURE IRIS'S

I BELIEVE THAT THE SHADOW OF LOVE LINGERS LONG AFTER DEATH! As long as you remember and tell the story several generations will reap from that love sown. Once upon a time I was a home health aid for a wonderful little LADY named Margaret. She had altimezers. She had 6 stories she told every day several times a day. A friend once told me you must have the patients of Job to listen to those same stories day after day for so many years. I laughed and told her, Margaret only has 5 minutes of joy and her stories bring her joy so I listen as if it is the first time and cheer her on. Five minutes later she had forgotten she had told the story and tell it again. We had some great times, we would go to the hairdresser and the grocery store. She was a great actress. She would meet an old friend and visit. The friend would ask her if she remembered so and so and she would say no, what happened the friend would tell the story and they would laugh at the memory. As soon as the friend was gone Margaret would ask who in the world was that? Margaret loved flowers and we would often walk her large yard and enjoy the beauty of God's creation. She had a bed of miniature Iris's. Iris are my favorite flower. I had never seen the miniatures before and she gave me a start of them. She gave many people starts and as far as I know only mine lived. I planted them in the ground but it was frustrating as the spring grass grows for it's first cutting the iris bloom and cannot be seen or the mowers don't realize they are there and mow them off so I put mine in a long old time kitchen sink as a planter on my porch. That year my 36 year old daughter passed of M.S. Margaret had been gone for awhile. When I came home that day there were 7 purple magestic blooms in the iris bed, the exact number of the people in my family, mom, dad, and 5 kids. It was as if Margaret reached down from heaven and gave me a sign that she knew my sorrow and she sent me beauty for ashes just as our Father does. The memory of the shadow of her love came down and made my heart smile in spite of my grief. On one of her lucid days she asked why am I here so long and in this shape depending on others to care for me and I said you are here to teach us how to love my dear and you do it well. Margaret still speaks to me today through those royal purple blooms. This year 7 blooms appeared on Passover Day, God's Holy Day. THE DAY THE DEATH ANGEL PASSED OVER. AGAIN BEAUTY FOR ASHES. Just rambling and remembering the shadow of love, God Bless,LINDA

INNOCENT BLOOD

Innocent blood was shed for me.
Innocent blood that set me free.
I cannot understand
How they could kill love.

Children were drawn to His smiling face.
The poor received amazing grace.
The lame could walk,
The blind could see,
The deaf could hear, life's melody.

Innocent blood shed for me.
Innocent blood that set me free,
Please help me understand,
How they could kill that man.

He was the beginning and the end,
A man who know no sin,
He was holy, faithful and true,
Sacrificed for me and you.

Innocent blood was shed for me,
Innocent blood that set me free,
Please help me understand,
Just how they could kill that man.

LET ME LOSE MY LIFE IN HIM

Let me lose my life in Him,
Let me lose my life in Him,
Jesus my Savior, my redeemer, my friend.
Let me lose my life in Him.

So you lead me beside the still waters of peace,
Love like a river to my spirit release.
Health to my bones and joy to my soul,
The love of Jesus has made me whole.

So, I lay down in green pastures never to fear,
The Good Shepherd watches and dries every tear,
Safe as a lamb in the masters fold,
The love of Jesus has made me whole.

So, I sit at the table the enemy gathered round,
But mercy and goodness are with me I've found,
His angels surround me this one thing I know,
The love of Jesus has made me whole.

Let me lose my life in I'm,
Let me lose my life in Him,
Jesus, my Savior, my redeemer, my friend,
Let me lose my life in Him.

LOVING YOU IS GOOD FOR ME

Loving you is good for me,
Sweet peace and ecstasy,
I'm flying high, completely free,
Cause Jesus, loving you is good for me.

I never wanted another plan,
Been there, done that, you understand.
But now it is plain to see,
That Jesus,loving you is good for me.

I tried to run, but to no avail,
Hung around for a little while,
And now the whole wide world can see,
Jesus, loving you is good for me.

You taught my fragile heart to smile,
Won me by a country mile,
Your kindness simply captured me,
Cause Jesus loving you is good for me.

Loving you is good for me,
Sweet peace and ecstasy,
I'm flying high, completely free,
Cause Jesus, loving you is good for me.