When Shadows Fall

When shadows fall and silence creeps,

And loved ones weep in bitter heaps,

When laughter fades and breath is still,

And hearts are crushed against their will

Oh, Death! You thief with icy hands,

You break apart life’s fragile strands.

You steal the smile, the voice, the light,

And leave us grieving through the night.

We dress in black, we cry, we pray,

We ask why joy must slip away.

Each tear we shed, a song unsung,

For dreams now lost, and years too young.

The room feels cold, the world seems bare,

A ghost of what once danced with care.

No comfort holds, no words make right,

The sudden plunge from day to night.

But wait

In sorrow’s depth, a whisper grows,

A truth the aching spirit knows:

That death is not the end, but door,

A crossing from the less to more.

A veil is lifted, not a wall,

A rise beyond the mortal fall.

For what is sown in pain and dust

Shall bloom in light, in love, in trust.

The soul unchained from earthly frame

Returns to where it once it came

To skies unscarred, to peace untold,

To wonders no eye can behold.

So let the tears fall if they must,

But hold no fear within your trust.

For death, though dark, is not defeat

It’s where the soul and heaven meet.

And when my time draws gently near,

I’ll smile, not tremble, shed no fear.

For though this body turns to clay,

My spirit shall be on its way

To life that’s deeper, love more wide,

Beyond the reach of time and tide.

Oh Death! You once wore shameful shroud,

But now I praise you, clear and loud.

For in your grasp, I’ve come to see:

You are the gate to being free.

Come, Let Us Worship

O come, let hearts in chorus rise,

To lift a song that shakes the skies

A joyful noise, both loud and true,

To praise the God who carries through.

We enter in with grateful song,

With psalms that to His name belong.

The Rock of Ages, firm and wide,

Our Refuge where we long abide.

The Lord is great no throne above,

No power greater, none more love.

The King above all gods and pride,

Whose voice the mighty stars abide.

He holds the deep and silent lands,

The ocean depths are in His hands.

The hills, in strength, rise at His word,

And echo back the name they’ve heard.

The sea He formed with perfect grace,

The dry land shaped, each line in place.

Creation sings with holy flame,

Each leaf and stone bears out His name.

So let us worship, bow, and kneel,

Before the One whose touch we feel.

The Lord, our Maker, kind and just,

Who leads the flock with patient trust.

We are His sheep He calls, we know,

His voice is peace, His way is slow.

If today His voice you hear,

Let faith arise and cast out fear.

O come, let praise be not delayed

The path of joy is humbly laid.

In stillness, let our spirits rise,

To worship Him who never dies.

Wonders of the Universe

Beneath a dome of endless night,

The stars ignite with ancient light,

Each spark a tale, a whispered lore,

Of worlds beyond our own explore.

The galaxies in spiral grace

Drift softly through the velvet space,

A ballet vast, serene, profound

Where silence sings without a sound.

Dark matter weaves its unseen thread

Where even light is gently led,

And time, that river slow and wide,

Bends round the curves where black holes hide.

On comets’ tails and solar winds,

The story of the cosmos spins;

With every burst and every flare,

Creation breathes through empty air.

What mysteries the void contains

From quantum dance to Saturn’s rings!

Yet in this vast, eternal sea,

A thought takes shape: how small are we?

And yet, we gaze with daring eyes,

We map the stars, we question why

A speck of dust with minds so bold,

To chase the dark and grasp the cold.

Let us wonder, evermore,

Beyond the sky, from shore to shore;

For in each glance, each dream unfurled,

We touch the edges of the world.