On My Mind

Maybe I didn't love you

 Quite as often as I could have

 And maybe I didn't treat you

 Quite as good as I should have 

If I made you feel second best

 Girl I'm sorry I was blind

 You were always on my mind 

 And maybe I didn't hold you

 All those lonely, lonely times

 And I guess I never told you

 I'm so happy that you're mine 

Little things I should have said and done

 I just never took the time

 You were always on my mind

Adapted From Willie Nelson

My Reason for Living

You were my soul and my heart's inspiration

 You’re all I had to get me by

 You were my soul and my heart's inspiration

 Without you Sherry what good am I 

I never had much going

 But at least I had you

 How can you leave me knowing

 I ain't got nothing left if you do Sherry 

You were my soul an my heart's inspiration

 You're all I had to get me by

 You were soul and my heart's inspiration

 Without you baby what good am I 

Sherry, I can't make it without you

 And I'm telling you honey

 You were my reason for laughing, for crying,

 For living and for dying 

You were my soul and my heart's inspiration

 You're all I had to get me by

 You were my soul and my heart's inspiration

 Without you baby what good am I

 Oh what good am I

Adapted From Righteous Brothers

Honor

I gently lay my little poem

In the treasure chest

Which holds my greatest treasure

My son places his memento in

My grandson follows suit 

All the men in her inner

Circle of love

Have honored her

Paying homage

Each in his own way 

But greater than these

Small mementos

Is the honor she

Instilled in them

Each in her own way 

She can be proud

That all of her men

Are men of honor

Each proud to be a part of her 

Each calling her

By a different name

Wife

Mother

Grandmother

Each calling her Love

Lonely

Lonely

Lonely without her

My soul is crushed

My heart beats slower and slower
 

Wishing, I think, to join her

Her, in her glorified state

With nothing but happiness to surround her

 

Me with an empty spirit

Longing to touch her one more time

To hold her one more time

Rather than sobbing

Over her mortal remains

 

Am I selfish to want to hold her again?

To want to simply touch her?

Forty-two years should count for something

But I know it won’t

God has made it very clear that none may

Cross back over the great divide

 

Yes, I play the happy, carefree fool

But in my heart I cry

Dry eyes fill empty eyes

Please let me see her so that I may

Just once more touch her beautiful face.

Gaze into her deep brown eyes                

 

Memories, both good and bad
Are precious to me now                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               They are all I have left

I must treasure them for as long as I can

For some are beginning to fade

But this I can say with all honesty 

I love you Sherry

I really love you

11/10/12

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Just to Touch Her

Let me touch her hand
Caress her cheek

Taste the nectar of her lips

Would that I could hold her in my arms 

What price would I pay?

What could I give in exchange?

For the joy of pressing her body to mine?

Smelling once again the fragrance of her hair 

She lies now, safe in the arms of our Savior

Feeling no sorrow, shame or pain

These are the feelings I have 

The sorrow at her loss

The shame of how I’ve acted

The pain of the pain I’ve caused

 

Does she share the loss, the shame, the pain?

Have her tears been wiped away?

Does she look at me with sorrow in her eyes?

Knowing she is happy and I am filled with loathing 

Can she forgive or does she just forget?

 

Someday, will I hold her?

Gaze into her beautiful brown eyes?

As her love embraces me?

Or will I see only pity? 

 

10/10/12

Memories

Memories

Flowing down the

Pathways of my mind

And echoing through

The passages of time 

Memories

Roses touched

By gentle sunshine

Yet quickly closing

As twilight falls 

Memories

Sweet memories

As morning turns to evening

Shadows crowd my mind

Thoughts of long ago

Faded to the past 

But one thing remains the same

Burned into my secret place

Where none’s allowed to go 

I love you Sherry

I really love you

If I Stand

There's more that rises in the morning
Than the sun
More that shines in the night
Than just the moon
There's more than just this fire here
That keeps me warm

In a shelter that is larger
Than this room
There's a loyalty that's deeper
Than mere sentiment
A music higher than the songs
That I can sing

The stuff of earth competes
For the allegiance
I owe only to the giver
Of all good things

So if I stand let me stand on the promise
That You will pull me through
And if I can't let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You
If I sing let me sing for the joy
That has bornin me these songs
But if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home

There's more that dances on the prairies
Than the wind
More that pulses in the ocean
Than the tide
There's a love that is fiercer
Than the love between friends
More gently than a mother's
When her baby's at her side

Rich Mullins 7/29/12