Light

I need Your light to find my way back home

Leave it shining brightly in the window

Lord this prodigal’s life, heart, and soul

Need to feel the Son’s warmth to his marrow.

And the Light it shines just like the Son

For the world to see what He has done

Hope the world is watching on tonight

“God is light, no darkness in Him at all”

In salvation’s love His light surrounds us

Only lost can be found when they call

Upon the one that saves, his name is Jesus

And the Light that shines comes from the Son

For the world to see what He has done

Hope the world is seeking Him tonight.

Come and share His Love’s Light with the earth

Tell them how much your salvation’s worth

How eternity in Love’s so bright.

This little light of mine reflects His Way

Need to feed the spirit for it to grow true

Never let your light fade away

May be the hope for someone lost to find you

Written by Inspiration of God’s Word ; “1Jn 1:5”

Ray Winkleman ©12/23/2012



♫ "In My Momma’s Eyes" ♫

First song I ever heard was
The beating of her heart
Gently placed into her arms I
...See this is where we start - the bond,
between a child and mom.

Running just as fast as I can
See the smile, she’s watching me
Stumbling through life she'd often
Kiss away the pain that we - Got falling down,
and trade a smile for a frown, again.

In my momma’s eyes I see the love
That heaven sent through her to me
Cherish every hug and memory
I see the Love arise
In my momma’s eyes.

She never wanted to be placed on
A pedestal she didn’t earn
But for the love of all her children
And the love of God she’d yearn,
to know well, in her heart to dwell.

Many years go by like lightning
Moved away but love the days
Of hugging on my little momma
To the Lord I sing my praise - for the bond
Of me and my mom---ma.

And in my momma’s eyes I see the love
That heaven sent through her to me
Cherish every hug and memory
I see the Love arise
In my momma’s eyes.

Yes in my momma's eyes I see the Love
That Jesus sent through her to me
I cherish every hug and each memory
I see the Love of Christ
In My Momma's Eyes.


Written by Ray
Inspired by God's blessing
of My Momma Carole Moorman
Ray Winkleman © 11/24 2012

The Plight of Me, Myself, & I

          (It’s) Me, Myself, and I        

           We make such a guy          

        Not one of us can stand to be around       

         A mismatch such as we        

         I, Myself, and Me        

         Each wish the other two would be out bound        

          I argue with Myself         

       Fling insults from the shelf      

        Of discontent, for want of privacy        

        Then it’s Me across the room       

          In voice of utter gloom         

      “We’re stuck inside this human trinity”     

          I try to break away         

         From Myself each day        

        Yet in the mirror He’s looking back at Me       

          Each of Us wish a way         

         To call the other’s They        

         But can’t escape this Our reality        

          Can’t We get along         

      As one We sing a song     

     It’s simple, strange and in parts harmony    

      Together live We must    

     Until We’re windblown dust    

     This almost love-hate seems an irony    

         We’ve lived together now        

        For years and yet some how        

      Not one has tried to kill the other two     

    It seems life still goes on   

       Each day through dusk and dawn      

         Could this be a hope for Me and You        

     Now wait! Who is this You?    

     The three of Us don’t do    

      A quartet in the mind that’s known as We     

      It’s ME, MYSELF, and I     

   Our trio standing by  

    To vanquish anyone who is not me (or myself, or I.)

 
From the mind of Ray Winkleman 10/18 ©2012

"One Friend" - in rememberance of Erika Bates

“One Friend”

One desk sits forlorn

Many hearts are deeply worn

Hear the Trump of Heavens Horn

As Erica embraces the King

One smile for each recall

Of the smile of one for all

Let emotion’s rain befall

As the angels in Heaven Sing

From sight, “One Friend” mislaid

And though our heart’s dismayed

Remember love displayed

Wrapped in the comforters Wing

With the Love of Christ,

We miss you Erika

 

Erica - Heaven bound 10/11/12

An Ode to the Evil Cookie

Thy fragrance doth fill my olfactory

Savory glands eagerly swelled

Thy taste, my buds it doth torment

To eat Evil cookie, I’m compelled.

Virtual Piano - just had to share.

This is just cool.  Had to share.
Virtual Piano

“Jesus Loves me: Joshua knows.”

In remembrance of:
Joshua Walker
Feb 27, 1997 ~ June 10, 2012

♫ Jesus loves me this I know…♪

The last song I heard Joshua sing

Harmonizing with the angels now

Under the protection of God’s own wing

A memory for each smile Josh loaned us

We can hold them all till the day

That we too hear the Father calling

Come home child, come fly away

Bitter is the missing and longing

To be with & to hold, oh but then

Sweet is the freedom to run streets of gold

In the presents of Jesus my friend

My heart breaks and still it rejoices

From God’s promises my comfort will grow

As Joshua runs into the arms of the Saviour

Singing Your Love for me, This I Know

To have the faith of a Child

Like a heart sized mustard seed

Is a legacy my heart remembers

Of Joshua eternally freed

You too can share Joshua’s knowledge

Of Christ and his wonderful love

Seek truly and you too shall find Him

And join Joshua in heaven above.

Love ya much Joshua,
Thanks for the special memories.

Uncle Ray



"Anonymous", the one, yet faithful reader

Anonymous, the one, yet faithful reader
Was it by chance that you again returned,
And read another of these rhyming oddities,
Or is it purposed puzzle I’m to learn?

Bravely is your web wandering so wielded
For you can never know what you shall read
Still fate it seems may be what simply drives you
Toward the nonsense of my mind so freed

Who Holds the Brush?

A painting of myself I see
Inside my mind, and framed
Each stroke of color brilliantly
Describes my pride as tamed

The work, within my humble view
It is no less or more
A canvas full of modest hue
A mild lion’s roar

Hello Kettle (We are the Pot)

Hello Kettle, We are the Pot
Have we told you that you're black?
We drive the train hypocrisy
You’d best get off the track.

The details are the key within
For our train to run so charmed
But only we can switch the rails
Why would you feel alarmed?

Why not think for yourself ?

Dear Plagiaristic Copy Cat
Let your mind think alone
Don’t borrow someone else’s thoughts
And claim them as your own

The concentrations, adaptations,
And constructions of design
Should never be sponged from with out
But from within Your mind.