You Rock Me Solid
©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson
Not only do you rock, you are one––
That’s the honest truth.
I oughta know; you’ve had my back
since we were in our youth.
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Not only do you rock, you are one––
That’s the honest truth.
I oughta know; you’ve had my back
since we were in our youth.
Resolution! Schmezolution!
This year, I’m resolved
to make no resolutions
because failure is involved.
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One melancholy sight to see:
a brittle, barren Christmas tree.
The lights that twinkled are no more,
pine needles lie upon the floor,
We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing,
for richly He’s blessed us, in years now gone by.
The warmth of our hearth and the love of our family
are more than good fortune; they’re gifts from on high.
You are sunshine in the morning
and the northern star at night…
the clouds that give me warning
when the storm is out of sight.
The gift is blood and sacrifice
to free us all from sin.
The prize is God’s own kingdom,
ours to shun or enter in.
Today we celebrate our troops,
whose valor must be praised.
Our nation is the legacy
of heroes, born and raised.
What song shall I sing for my mother? What key?
Which chords own the notes that will set her joy free?
Was psalm ever born that could raise her hopes high
as the million bright stars she has hung in my sky?