Beauty

By Dan Gagne (tweaked from Coldplay’s “Yellow”)

Look at the moon,

shines on the lake for you.

And everything you do,

Yes, He knows your beauty.

I came along,

I wrote a song for you.

And all the things you do,

it was called beauty.

It’s been twenty five fast years.

Oh, all the things we’ve done

and it was all beauty.

Your face,

yes your beauty, my Bev,

turns into something beautiful.

D’you know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so.

I swam across,

I jumped across for you.

Oh, all the things you do,

cause you are all beauty.

I drew a line,

I drew a line for you.

Oh, what a thing to do,

and it is all beauty.

Your face,

yes your beauty, my Bev,

turns into something beautiful.

D’you know, for you I’d give it all up,

for you, I’d give it all up.

It’s true, look how it shines for you.

Look, how it shines for you,

look, how it shines for you,

look, how it shines for you,

look, how it shines for you,

look, how it shines.

Look at the moon, shines on the lake for you,

and all the things that you do.

Who are You?

By:  Dan Gagne

I listened closely to many,

many talks about you.

I read not only the bible,

but a lot of books too.

I put the words I heard

and all the common beliefs

ahead of what my heart knew,

such a long long time ago.

Are you really three,

only three?

Or are you far more

than only three?

Are you Jesus Christ,

the one who gave himself?

Or was Jesus a man,

fully man with a message?

Is the spirit you,

the holy spirit who loves?

Where did you come from

and where are you now?

Are you a father that loves

or only when you want?

Are you a father to fear,

when are you and when are you not?

Is Jesus the man of three

as is the holy spirit?

What about the father,

Who is he in the three?

I heard a new voice,

deeper in my heart.

God of freedom,

God of love.

For some, you are father,

for others, son.

For some, you’re a loving daughter,

and for others, a mom.

Some see you as a grandma,

others like a grandpa.

Maybe like auntie Alice,

or maybe like their uncle.

Everybody has a picture,

Of who you are, God.

Some are of love,

some are not.

A picture of someone,

who is all about love.

That’s who you are, God.

For me and for all.

Prayer

by Dan Gagne

When I see the blessings,
I don't thank God for them.
When I'm drowning in troubles,
I don't blame God for them.

When I think about these blessings,
I realize they come from choices.
When I consider all these choices,
some are mine, and most are others'.

When the troubles seem too much,
they too, come from choices.
Thinking about these choices,
some are mine, and most are others'.

Circumstances come and go,
and most are beyond our control.
I don't thank God for the blessings,
I don't blame God for the troubles.

I thank God, not for blessings,
I thank god, for creating me.
He gave me freedom to choose,
and He gave me strength to endure.

I don't ask God for blessings,
because He lets it all be.
Not for strength and endurance,
He already gave these to me.

When I reflect in the moment
that He knows about the blessings,
I see his smile and his heart,
and I'm reminded He loves me.

When I reflect in the moment
that He sees all the troubles,
I see his cry and his heart,
and I'm reminded He loves me.

A Journey

by Dan Gagne

I travelled to many places,

some good, some bad.

I found a place, a culture,

an answer to life’s challenges.

I was grateful for the promises,

the secure marriage, healthy kids,

peace, love and joy.

Confident about our new home,

I gave my heart, my service, my time.

A growing knowledge, seemingly good,

a self-righteousness, a blindness.

As the challenges approached,

to be denied, soon to be conquered.

The culture’s promises, I believed.

The culture’s promises, were a lie.

The answers sought, not to be found,

The problems growing,

Denial, confusion, disbelief.

Sunday school to substance abuse,

worship team to suicide addiction,

ministry service to mental illness,

shattered dreams, depression, disillusionment.

Who are you God?  What are you?

Is this all the truth about you?

I don’t know you, I don’t like you.

I want the truth, with or without you.

Are you one or three?

Is it heaven or is it hell?

Is it for some or is it for all?

Are you love or are you not?

My journey starts anew,

a pursuit for truth.

Stripping it all away,

the knowledge, seemingly good.

It’s just you and me,

not the bible, not the three,

not heaven for some, not hell.

It’s just you and me.

Do I wait for you?

To know that I know that I know?

A supernatural experience?

Or do I simply choose?

What is faith?  Is it a gift?

A gift newly received or a gift all along?

I found this gift deep within me,

and it was there all along.

God of love, has always loved me,

God of love, will always love me.

I cannot undo his love,

Never have, never will.