Words

Words

Words run around inside my head

While I’m lying in my bed

When I cannot sleep at night;

So, I get up and try to write

Down the things I want to say

But fine the words have run away.

I look up at the planting moon,

And in my head I hear a tune.

I start to move and feel by chance

My feet have begun to dance;

I look for words that I might sing

But can’t recall a single thing.

Somewhere there’re words that I can use

In my responses to the Muse

When she whispers in my ear

The song of life, simple and clear;

So, I will search until I find

Elusive words and make them mine.

© Stan Sanford 2012

Waiting For the Morning

Waiting for the Morning

She sits beside her window

And stares into the night

She’s waiting for the morning

She’s longing for the light

The night finds her so lonely

Intensifies the pain

She’s praying for the sunrise

To warm her face again

Waiting for the morning

Through the dark of night

For light to give you meaning

When day restores your sight

Waiting for the morning

It is more than you can bear

For you are lost in darkness

And no one seems to care

He’s waiting there on death row

All his appeals are gone

He awaits the consequences

For all the things he’s done

He had a talk with Jesus

He's tried to make it right

He sits there in the darkness

Just waiting for the light

Drowning in my loneliness

I live with constant pain

I’m crying for connections

To heal my soul again

But I have burned my bridges

No advance and no retreat

I’m waiting for the morning

Where need and resource meet

©Stan Sanford

December 03, 2007

Any Friend of Jesus

Any Friend of Jesus

He was a ragged man.

He was living on the street.

He wore a frown and dirty clothes.

He had no food to eat.

Jesus said he was his friend

And would be for all time.

Any friend of Jesus

Must be a friend of mine.

(Chorus)

If you’re a friend of Jesus

You are a friend of mine—

No matter what your circumstance,

No matter what your sign.

I’m not here to judge you

Or criticize you kind.

If you’re a friend of Jesus,

You are a friend of mine.

He lived in a prison cell.

He did not look like me.

We had one thing in common:

We both wanted to be free.

Jesus came and called him friend;

So, freedom he could find.

Any friend of Jesus

Must be a friend of mine.

He was crippled with disease—

An outcast in the land.

His flesh and bone were wasted.

He could not even stand.

Jesus said he was his friend.

He’d not leave him behind.

Any friend of Jesus

Must be a friend of mine.

She made her home under a bridge.

Our worlds were far apart.

She had every thing she owned

In a shopping cart.

She, too, is a child of God;

And Jesus is her sign.

Any friend of Jesus

Must be a friend of mine.

(Final Chorus)

If you’re a friend of Jesus, friend,

You are a friend of mine—

No matter what you’re looking for,

No matter what you find.

I’m not here to change you

Or say you’re out of line.

If you’re a friend of Jesus, friend,

You are a friend of mine.

©Stan Sanford, 2012

Old Too Soon

Life for him has not turned out

The way he thought it’d be

The pictures he used to have

Today, he cannot see

Years ago the world was bright

His mind was filled with dreams

The colors have now faded

And so his hopes it seems

What stole the brightness of the day

Where did the future go

His dreams have turned to ashes

And why he does not know

His life is like the waning moon

For he’s grown old too soon

©Stan Sanford

May 1, 2012