The Man in the Yard

The man will stop raking or pulling his weeds
Will stop whatever he's doing & wave because he knows that's what you may need

Although, he may take a quick break & flash that warm smile
He may briefly stop what he's doing, but soon he'll have a pile

The man in the yard can be seen riding around town in his van
Or lending a hand at Christian Ministries because he's a good man

He may not have said much, so when he spoke, his words weighed a ton
He could kid with the best of them & always knew how to have fun

With his wife rocking alongside him, he was as happy as could be
He was a grandfather, a husband, a father or neighbor & friend like he was to me

Yes, we'll miss that man in the yard, but one day he'll be the man at the gate
Greeting us on the streets of gold & for that day we can not wait

God will have a family reunion in a land where no one grows old
Watching the man in the yard live was a blessing and a memory I'll always hold!!

Dedicated to my neighbor Sam Huss~ we love you!!

Copyright John Mark Brooks

The Music Box

Hoping this isn't our last dance, after all the music is still playing
My heart is the music box, can you hear what the notes are saying?

Holding you in my arms comes natural just like shadows always follow
Hoping you can hear the sweet chorus & these words that are not hollow

Neither one of us meant to fall, but that didn't stop us from falling head over heels
And though this dance is far from graceful, it's full of passion, love & thrills

The music box plays a soothing sound~ one you're not used to hearing
And I know neither 1 of us knows the exact time, but I hope our time is nearing

Frustration & fear grasp your heart, but the music box melts away your pain
The notes leap like my hopes when you open me, I love to be your cane

For I hope to steady you when you sway & catch you before you fall
Lean on me my friend, I'll gladly be here right beside you through it all

How can you explain how God formed the planets & how your heart found mine
It's true I've fallen into a burning Ring of Fire & I love how for you I Walk the Line

The music box is filled gratitude, after all each time you open it it tends to smile
In the same way when your lips touch mine, all this frustration seems worth while

Who knows when the song will slow to a crawl & then play its final note
All I know is as long my Princess is in the castle, I'm going to be her moat

Many songs will spill out of the box, but this one celebrates when you begun life
No songs will be as sweet to your ear than the one playing when you're my wife!

Copyright John Mark Brooks