Martin was a leader, with a purpos… Crying out for freedom marching t’… He marched, sang and prayed, and b… and his song was that we’d all get… Martin was a man, with a bible in…

A faithful friend is always there. To always love, to always care. Even in the worst of times, They’ll say, that is a friend of m… When you feel a little low,

Why do I feel this way? I’m seeki… I’m kneeling down to pray in searc… Why do I feel this way? so hungry… the things I know you really want… Why do I feel this way?

Never thought you’d leave but it was your time The Glory Train came and left me behind. Such a great loss

Just a little bird singing this mo… What a beautiful, peaceful sound. Sooo, peaceful is the morning, Ahhh, just quietness all around. Just a little bird singing this mo…

Even before He made mankind, The light of day was on his mind. He made the darkness move away, He spoke, and made a perfect day Oh what a wonderful gift to wake,

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, God is the maker of them all. Behold His creations! Behold His Majesty! The Birds flying high in the air,

Happily ever after, Is what our Joe would say. If he could relay this message, to us on Earth today. Happily ever after,

These hands have aged with time, my goodness how time has passed. This to me is another sign, to cherish the moments that last. I’ll let go of my yesterdays,

Sweet kindness brings a feeling of… Kind words, a hug, a friendly kiss… I wish everyone could be more happ… Not mean, not angry, not harsh, or… Next door to love is where it live…

Sons are those a mother loves, and bears within her heart. Whether they are near to her, or whether far apart. It matters not because her love,

Hello Sky, every morning I see, Your billowy clouds looking down a… While riding along enjoying my day… It seems that you have something t… Hello sky, to me you’re a sign,

Ah sweet memories, as another day passes again I recall. Embracing old times, remembering days gone by

Many have taken a journey, a journey beyond the stars. To a place that mankind cannot see… for its very, very far. They have gone to the Creator,

Write, write, write, all day long, Maybe a poem, maybe a song. As soon as I put my pencil away There’s something else that I nee… Sometimes I ask, why must we writ…