Fifty years of cheers and tears,
alas so fast the time does pass.
Streams of dreams and bright sunbeams
delight our days with rays ablaze.
Oh so sublime our time has been.
Around the bend, is that the end,
as day gives way to skies of grey?
The answer lies up in those skies
where spirits rise and falsehood dies.
To spring eternal let us cling,
The Lord will grant a brand new thing.
The fiftieth year just seemed so far away.
But when I asked my love to come along
we shared this glorious celebration day.
Those fifty years have proven we belong.
Time can be a fast and fleeting thing,
while planting seed into a day unknown.
And who can really know what life will bring?
Yet time will tell just how our seed was sewn.
At times you think you’re groping in the dark
through ups and downs and many lows and highs.
But then you know you may just hit the mark;
with God on board to help you win the prize.
I’m so grateful that He was our guide
while pairing me with such a loving bride.
Even though things were disjointed,
to carry out what God appointed,
Cyrus stood as God’s anointed.
He might not have known the golden rule,
nor did he teach in Sunday School,
but surely Cyrus was no fool.
King Cyrus made a firm decree
that fateful day in history
that soon the world would clearly see.
A sovereign nation be reclaimed,
as one could ponder unashamed
a government that God had framed.
Even though things seemed erratic,
and some might even say schismatic,
the rank and file were so ecstatic.
Despite some troubling aggravation
while standing on a firm foundation,
they vowed to stay the full duration.
But what a strange phenomenon
when all the upper echelon
chose to stay in Babylon!
Who among us now can e’er forget
when cannons filled the air of old Yorktown
as Washington swept in with Lafayette
and laid a siege against the British crown.
Tom Nelson fired upon his stately hall
headquartered by the British high command.
With cannon ball still lodged within its wall
a symbol of his own courageous stand.
Commanded by French Admiral comte de Grasse
his fleet closed traffic up the Chesapeake.
Since English warships could no longer pass,
the planned escape was looking very bleak.
On a day that turned the whole world upside down
Our liberty was sealed in old Yorktown.
How do we breathe free
when lying spirits choke us?
Return to the truth.
Family gifts and family shopping,
from mall to mall you just keep hopping.
If only once we could slow down
We might have time to look around.
The greatest shopping fun by far –
weaving though a world bazaar
the tiny twins were on the prowl,
to see them shop was such a howl.
From hat, to scarf, to fancy ring,
the bazaar became their special thing.
The grand kids now have taken o’er,
the world bazaar is now their store.
For them the hunt is such a thrill,
Closing in when all is still.
Bagging ’em and out the door,
No need to linger in the store.
Hurray, it’s now time to go home.
No time left for us to roam.
But wait! There must be something more.
Our Pooh went back into the store.
What does it take to capture fourteen
and quickly develop a whole brand new style
while sloshing down a drink from a bean.
and never losing the magnificent smile?
It just takes some guts and a little true grit,
and maybe an eclectic home school education,
Of course it helps to have a fine wit,
grand imagination, and true inspiration.
But I remember the day you liked wagons,
so what is this thing you call Imagine Dragons?
You see the signs up in the sky?
The silvery moon has turned to blood.
The Lord is calling from on high.
But in the days before the flood,
so many, many years ago,
not knowing what would soon come down,
the people wandered to and fro,
without a thought they soon would drown.
We cannot know the coming day,
nor can we even know the hour,
It may just seem so faraway.
Yet He will come with holy power.
And like a thief in darkest night,
he’ll come to catch away His bride.
A faithful few will make the flight,
with others grounded by their pride.
Whom the world would call the least
will soon no longer be around.
They’ll celebrate the wedding feast.
and wear a holy wedding gown.
Are we watching every day,
confessing all our sins and shame,
forgiving others on the way,
and trusting only in His Name?
Look up my friend into the sky,
Leave all concerns within the past.
Our redemption day is drawing nigh,
and soon we will be home at last.
A day to remember
a day to reflect,
a noble defender,
we dare not forget.
He answered the call,
enduring the strife.
he gave us his all.
He laid down his life.
Today let us pause
and consider the lost
for such a great cause
at such a great cost.
We yearn to be free,
with justice for all.
Let this be our plea
that through the long haul:
We’ll never surrender
no matter the fight,
our roll as defender
of justice and light.
Working under the proverbial gun.
No my paper is not done!
I’m just not having any fun.
Hey, look outside there is no sun!
The sky is really turning gray.
wonder where we put the sleigh!
maybe I’ll have time to play
The paper can wait another day!
And even better still,
the snow will cover all the hill!
Sleighing is so much a thrill!
more days of snow would fit the bill.
Wow, that was so great a ride!
You see how long I made that slide?
I’m really starting to hit my stride!
Please don’t make me come inside.
Please don’t make me go berserk.
Yes, I’ll finish that boring work.
You don’t have to go knee jerk
and say the work I always shirk?
I am secretly going to pray:
Please give me one more snow day.
Let’s go down to the town of Urbana
A little remote but no second banana
Now is the time to exit your cloister
and enter the realm of the succulent oyster
Fresh out of that river and on to your plate
this silvery blob will help you think straight
Be it raw, roasted, fried, or in stew
along with some of your favorite brew,
the oyster will always be judged as the best
and certainly make you forget all the rest.
A seafood platter is certainly my thing
but only the oyster is rightfully king.
You want to go home? Now don’t be a quitter,
before you have tasted this fine oyster fritter.
Please come with me on a gastric safari.
Now first on your plate is some good calamari.
You say you don’t like it, well I am so sorry.
You just should be shot like the spy Mata Hari.
Next you might choose some great rigatoni.
No, an acceptable substitute is not macaroni!
Perish the thought, that would just be baloney.
And all that French food is really so phony!
There’s so much more comfort in a plate of ziti.
If you eat it all up I won’t say you’re greedy.
Though it might be much better to share with the needy.
’cause stuffing one’s belly is really so seedy.
Now what could surpass a plate of spaghetti,
topped off with a serving of nice cappelletti?
Refusing this choice would be oh so petty,
Though maybe an exception is apple brown betty.
And after a helping of great ravioli
maybe you’ll choose that tasty cannoli.
It must be savored and eaten so slowly,
’cause anything else would be oh so unholy,
What could be better than gourmet Italian?
Pasta with chicken or that fine veal medallion?
If there’s anything else I just can’t imagine,
and the size of the plates would feed a battalion.
So please don’t forget to order some wine
whenever you decide to go out to dine.
Just make sure it’s the top of the line,
’cause great Italian food is simply divine.
I hope you don’t think that it is so weird
to see a big man who is wearing a beard.
He is most certainly not one to be feared
Not one with such a magnificent beard.
Before you say that men should be sheared,
I say not the one who has volunteered
to take up the cause which others have sneered.
Not one with such a magnificent beard.
Such a man’s name could never be smeared.
not one by his children that is so revered.
A man like that must always be cheered
along with his very own magnificent beard.
Allow me to tell you with the greatest of modesty,
I once was the owner of a Honda Odyssey.
Though not so certain of his actual biography,
I knew he belonged to a time-honored phylogeny
Oh so sweet as apple pie a la mode,
always happy to be out on the road,
he just loved to carry a big load,
with seats where grandchildren could make their abode
But now it’s goodbye to you my old friend,
Am so glad to hear that you’re now on the mend.
Just hoping to ride in you once again,
’cause I’ll always love you down to the end.
I find it so boring, just to be sitting
’cause you could just as easily be knitting.
If you think I am wrong? You’re sadly mistaken.
So listen up now, you need to be shaken.
It is so wonderful and exciting, gosh darn,
’cause all that you need is a big pile of yarn.