Thursday, December 8, 2011

R.I.P. Brian Broderick


Clear days with no ocean haze
I sit and at the horizon gaze
Far beyond the growing surf
Almost to our forefather’s turf
Tis then I see  as in a dream
All perfect pure and clean
Memories of long ago years
Full of joy and minus  fears

Of home where I rested my head
Said grace and broke bread
We were a group like no other
The Captain being the kid brother
Dubbed this rank by our dad
Always happy seldom sad
He was Captain to pals and kin
Charmed all with his boyish grin

Taken early to his final reward
Surely promoted by our Lord
To a rank I salute with deep pride
My love my tears I dare not hide
Once again I peer over the blue
To a time so pure and true
When we had the kid brother
A Captain like no other.

 of Gifts
On a winter's night
With   snow   so  deep
A family lays in anxious sleep
For the day that is about to dawn
Is the day that saw a Savior born
Beneath their tree the gifts are few
But what is there will surely do
For in that house is an abiding love
Between each within and for God above
A love not shaken by the lack of wealth
But blessed many times by the gift of health
A bond not weakened by time nor it's test
For they know that by God they've been blessed
Through the windows pour the first rays of day
Its to church they travel to sing and to pray
Tis then they are witness to God and His love
Because for all there is a gift from above
A gift of a babe  His only Son
He is there!   He is there!
He is there in a manger
He has given us each other
and keeps us from danger
To our house this year may
 He not be a stranger
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