Impossible

Impossible

By J. Lynne Moore

Call back the wind
Push back the sea
Gather some star dust
Or try and love me

Count the sand of the shore
Gather every leaf of a tree
Walk the oceans wide
Or try and love me

Pluck the moon from the sky
Set the demons of hell free
All of this will happen
Before you ever love me

Healing Touch

Healing Touch

By J. Lynne Moore

A simple prayer,
for a healing touch.
A heartfelt cry,
for one loved so much.

Do not deny…
the reality, present;
but wrap it in hope,
don’t fret or lament.

Faith brings rest,
for those who believe.
Just hold out your hand,
and in gratitude receive.

No matter the burden,
no matter the plight,
there is healing to be had,
in Heaven’s Holy light!

A prayer is lifted,
for the one I love so.
Into His hands
I must let you go.

My Burden

By J. Lynne Moore

‘Tis not for the lack of try,
Nor is it a matter of pride;
The burdens lain upon me are many
And my shoulders are not that wide.

My face is not that of an angel,
Yet I have no reason to hide.
Two yokes were thrust upon me,
But my shoulders are not that wide.

Will help ever speak my name?
Will my head ever rise above the tide?
Shall the albatross nest elsewhere?
For my shoulders are just not that wide.