Original Faith Sonnets by Walterrean Salley

Jan. 25, 2016

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
A season of love and cheer
A time to give and to forgive
And to hold one’s family dear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
A lovely time of the year.
A time to sing and to worship
And to cast away all fear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
When hope is made so clear.
And faith lights the path anew
With a message for all to hear.

Thank you Lord for Christmastime
And may its truth forever chime.

© 2014 Walterrean Salley
Jun. 15, 2015

Take wings, thou my prayer, take wings
And get thee up to God most high.
Hurry now my trusty prayer;
Up, lift off, climb, soar and fly.

Thro' all the spheres and galaxies
Midst obstacles, your way to fight.
Veer not left or to the right,
Let nothing hinder then your flight.

Above the clouds and skies of blue
Bearing the cargo that I send
And then ever so cautiously,
Proceed accordin' to heaven's trend.

Till thou return, I shall not rest;
And so, I wait with bated breath.

(c) 2015 Walterrean Salley
Jun. 15, 2015

'Tis a wonderful fellowship
Sharing things that matter the most.
I am one with the One I love,
And my joy is forever full.

Walking and talking with my Savior
The path emblazoned with His love.
How gloriously radiant;
Footsteps pristine and garments pure.

Hearing His ensuring voice.
Learning of His amazing ways.
Growing deeper in His love,
Savoring such promising days.

And leaning ‘pon Him as we go,
There's so much more I need to know.

(c) 2015 Walterrean Salley
Jun. 15, 2015

To gaze 'pon my precious one
Is to see a diamond finely set
With its countless facets sparkling
All glistening in colorful array.

An ageless beauty for now seen
Thro' the vagueness of this earthly vail.
But I shall see Him face to face
In all of His revealed glory.

He is a burning, shining light
In whose presence there is no night,
The perfect light of righteousness
and inextinguishable source.

Shine on my Love, my precious one,
And I shall ever gaze 'pon thee.

(c) 2015 Walterrean Salley
Jun. 9, 2015

The divine needle for stitching
When I'am torn and quite forlorn,
Your love has been the strong rope
That has kept me holding on.

For it is the golden sunshine
When it's raining 'pon my precious June.
Your love is the trusty band aid
For life’s every painful wound.

Your love, it fills the grayest skies
With hope, joy and lasting peace.
Oh what glorious wondrous love
That never shall decrease.

By leaps and bounds, I have grown;
Your love, I’m blessed to've ever known.

(c) 2015 Walterrean Salley