The Choice

Each day is a choice

A choice for peace or war

A choice for love or hate

A choice for smiling or scowling

A choice for laughter or crying

A choice for following Jesus or turning away

The things of this world will call out for the negative

But Jesus Christ calls out for us to follow, to choose, to focus, to love.

c2021 Lisa Lyons

Dear Lord, please help me to make the choice, every moment, for the things of You. Help me keep my eyes fixed on You. Love, Lisa

The Song

Portmagee, Ireland

Days and weeks without a song

Reticence enfolding

Thoughts swirling quickly but never formed

Outward form withholding

But birds kept singing on and on

And blue skies filled the morning

The trees broke forth in full array

The scent of flowers forming

You say if I will not sing out, the rocks will praise Your Name

I choose to sing, to praise, to say

You are my God, the Way

c2021 Lisa Lyons

If Stones Could Talk

Fahan Beehive huts, outside of Dingle, Ireland, 2001. These huts were built in the 12th or 13th century.

If stones could talk, I bet they’d say

Just sit and listen to our day

The things we’ve seen, the people here

Could make you laugh and cry and cheer

History comes, history goes

But we have stood and never show

The stress, the rain, the wind, the woes

Because we are stones that time froze

We always will support each other

And be here for you to soon discover

c2021 Lisa Lyons