If You Could See What I Can See.

If you could see what I can see,

If you saw with my eyes-

All that waits just there for you,

The natural sight defies…

If you could taste what I can taste,

The sweetest flavour known-

And keep that essence evermore

To be in memory sown…

If you could smell what I can smell,

The odour, sweet - of life.

Or draw into your nostrils oft,

Aromas of delight…

If you could hear what I can hear,

The voice of gentlest tone-

That calls with epilogues of love,

And warms the deepest soul…

If you could feel what I can feel,

So deep within your heart-

And feel the greatest love of all

From which you'd never part…

20th Dec 2004

Sometimes when one read the words one wrote years before, one feels one may have lost 

something.  At least I do now when I read this...

There was a last verse to this.  I did not post it - it is the answer to the 'If' question.  I leave it to you to answer.

Uncomposed

I'm thinking things of You tonight 
But it just don't rhyme
I'm listening to Johnny Cash
And crying all the time
I'm hoping that a day will come
When the sun will truly shine
And an unworthy wretch like me
Will feel Your hand again.

I remember when I was a little child
And I walked on by your side
You kept me safe from every harm
And nothing You denied
But now I am a grown man
I find I need You still
As now I sit alone and cry 
And hope to do Your will.

I'll go and have another
Whisky from the lonely fridge
Because I can't expect
Much more when living on the edge
But as I pour it down I know
That the hole inside will never fill
And tomorrow will always come 
And haunt my spirit still.

7/1/2004 MH