A Prayer for All
May this prayer be for all: for those who do not know how to pray, for those who know how to pray but won't , for those who cannot pray due to poverty, conflict, or disease; 

May this prayer bring peace to all: to those for whom war is a way of life, to those for whom peace is still a dream, to those whose personal war is greater than that between kingdoms; 

May this prayer bring health to all: to those too young to know they are praying, to those too old to remember how to pray, to those who would pray if they only had time; 

May this prayer bring love to all: to those who have lost faith in love, to those still longing to find love, to those who cannot see love in the darkest of places; 

May this prayer bring Light to all; to those who call it God, to those who call it Buddha, to those who call it Allah, to those who call it Christ, Shekhinah or Mohammed; 

May this peace, this health, this love, this Light, this prayer be for all. 

 I wish, I knew more about my father's Army days but I don't. That's because he never really talked about what happen to him and so many young men like him. My Dad was that best father a kid could of ever had growing up. He taught us to be proud to be Americans. That the United States of America was the land of the Free! And that many young men died during War time to fight for freedom. 

In memory of my Father. A Son's Tribute John D Lyons Sr 1922  2001

Forever Remembered


 

 Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

  Do not stand at my grave and weep, 
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow, 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 

I am the sunlight, on ripened grain, 
I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awake in morning's hush, 
I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight, 
I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, 
I am not there, I did not die.

Song

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world: He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!

This is my Father’s world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, “The Lord is in this place.”
This is my Father’s world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came—a pledge of deathless love.

This is my Father’s world, should my heart be ever sad?
The lord is King—let the heavens ring. God reigns—let the earth be glad.
This is my Father’s world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.

This is my Father’s world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father’s world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate’er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.