PraiseNation Christian Poetry Contest
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joshua valour odibei.
handsome4real20@yahoo.co.uk
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   GOD IS LOVE.
   
   God is love , love is God
   The serenity of his love so peaceful.
   Love displayed so freely.
   exquitely lavished with utmost liberty.
   God's love displayed to us through jesus .
   is love exceptionally too much .
   for he who gave his live gave too much.
   but it can never  be too much .
   for he considers it fitting . 
   To bestow his infinite love on us.

   The inexteemable price of his love is more conspicous than 
   Diadems.
   Flowing freely like an endless fountain.
   It channels touching our lives in many different ways.
   The immutability of his love isageless.
   It covers us like a native fowl covers its chicks.
   Never letting the hawk prey on us
   
   Without rebuke is Gods love .
   Ever gentle to forgive us when we err.
   Lovingly he defends us before the accusser.
   For it is his utmost joy to defend us.
   Thanks lord for being our ever present advocate.
   Ever loving is your precious love o lord.

joshua valour odibei.
handsome4real20@yahoo.co.uk
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   GOD IS LOVE.
   
   God is love , love is God
   The serenity of his love so peaceful.
   Love displayed so freely.
   exquitely lavished with utmost liberty.
   God's love displayed to us through jesus .
   is love exceptionally too much .
   for he who gave his live gave too much.
   but it can never  be too much .
   for he considers it fitting . 
   To bestow his infinite love on us.

   The inexteemable price of his love is more conspicous than 
   Diadems.
   Flowing freely like an endless fountain.
   It channels touching our lives in many different ways.
   The immutability of his love isageless.
   It covers us like a native fowl covers its chicks.
   Never letting the hawk prey on us
   
   Without rebuke is Gods love .
   Ever gentle to forgive us when we err.
   Lovingly he defends us before the accusser.
   For it is his utmost joy to defend us.
   Thanks lord for being our ever present advocate.
   Ever loving is your precious love o lord.

joshua valour odibei.
handsome4real20@yahoo.co.uk
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

   
   GOD IS LOVE.
   
   God is love , love is God
   The serenity of his love so peaceful.
   Love displayed so freely.
   exquitely lavished with utmost liberty.
   God's love displayed to us through jesus .
   is love exceptionally too much .
   for he who gave his live gave too much.
   but it can never  be too much .
   for he considers it fitting . 
   To bestow his infinite love on us.

   The inexteemable price of his love is more conspicous than 
   Diadems.
   Flowing freely like an endless fountain.
   It channels touching our lives in many different ways.
   The immutability of his love isageless.
   It covers us like a native fowl covers its chicks.
   Never letting the hawk prey on us
   
   Without rebuke is Gods love .
   Ever gentle to forgive us when we err.
   Lovingly he defends us before the accusser.
   For it is his utmost joy to defend us.
   Thanks lord for being our ever present advocate.
   Ever loving is your precious love o lord.

joshua valour odibei.
handsome4real20@yahoo.co.uk
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

   
   GOD IS LOVE.
   
   God is love , love is God
   The serenity of his love so peaceful.
   Love displayed so freely.
   exquitely lavished with utmost liberty.
   God's love displayed to us through jesus .
   is love exceptionally too much .
   for he who gave his live gave too much.
   but it can never  be too much .
   for he considers it fitting . 
   To bestow his infinite love on us.

   The inexteemable price of his love is more conspicous than 
   Diadems.
   Flowing freely like an endless fountain.
   It channels touching our lives in many different ways.
   The immutability of his love isageless.
   It covers us like a native fowl covers its chicks.
   Never letting the hawk prey on us
   
   Without rebuke is Gods love .
   Ever gentle to forgive us when we err.
   Lovingly he defends us before the accusser.
   For it is his utmost joy to defend us.
   Thanks lord for being our ever present advocate.
   Ever loving is your precious love o lord.

joshua valour odibei.
handsome4real20@yahoo.co.uk
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

   
   GOD IS LOVE.
   
   God is love , love is God
   The serenity of his love so peaceful.
   Love displayed so freely.
   exquitely lavished with utmost liberty.
   God's love displayed to us through jesus .
   is love exceptionally too much .
   for he who gave his live gave too much.
   but it can never  be too much .
   for he considers it fitting . 
   To bestow his infinite love on us.

   The inexteemable price of his love is more conspicous than 
   Diadems.
   Flowing freely like an endless fountain.
   It channels touching our lives in many different ways.
   The immutability of his love isageless.
   It covers us like a native fowl covers its chicks.
   Never letting the hawk prey on us
   
   Without rebuke is Gods love .
   Ever gentle to forgive us when we err.
   Lovingly he defends us before the accusser.
   For it is his utmost joy to defend us.
   Thanks lord for being our ever present advocate.
   Ever loving is your precious love o lord.

Irene McGough
irergn1978@yahoo.co.uk
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COME HOME MY CHILD
                                                                                                                          Come see Jesus standing with his arms open wide.
He beckons to you “Come home my child,
I will show you the biggest party you have ever seen;
You will be so much happier than you have ever been.

I came to give you an abundant life,
There will be no more toiling and no more strife,
I am the shepherd who cares for His flock,
Come my child place your feet upon the rock.

Don’t you know I want you to be part of my bride,
Come now and walk with me and in me abide,
I want you to know you can be at peace, 
For my love for you will never cease.

On the cross I paid the price for your sins,
Don’t you know my blood can wash away your sins?
I long for you to come to me in true repentance,
My desire is for you to know real forgiveness.

So come my child and enter right into my rest,
I love you and I long for you to experience life at best,
My dear friend, won’t you come and follow me?
The true meaning of life I want you to see.

 My child I see your hurts, I see all your pain,
I long to heal and restore your life again,
Every tear, every hurt I will wipe away,
Oh how I long for you to come to me today.

My dear child I love when you lend an ear towards me.
I love to hear your voice cry my name in moments of need,
So come now and pay attention to this precious gospel seed.
I want you to know me as Saviour and Lord, come home to me.”

 
by Irene McGough 15/9/07

www.discipleofjesussite.com


Irene McGough
irergn1978@yahoo.co.ukl
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COME HOME MY CHILD
                                                                                                                          Come see Jesus standing with his arms open wide.
He beckons to you “Come home my child,
I will show you the biggest party you have ever seen;
You will be so much happier than you have ever been.

I came to give you an abundant life,
There will be no more toiling and no more strife,
I am the shepherd who cares for His flock,
Come my child place your feet upon the rock.

Don’t you know I want you to be part of my bride,
Come now and walk with me and in me abide,
I want you to know you can be at peace, 
For my love for you will never cease.

On the cross I paid the price for your sins,
Don’t you know my blood can wash away your sins?
I long for you to come to me in true repentance,
My desire is for you to know real forgiveness.

So come my child and enter right into my rest,
I love you and I long for you to experience life at best,
My dear friend, won’t you come and follow me?
The true meaning of life I want you to see.

 My child I see your hurts, I see all your pain,
I long to heal and restore your life again,
Every tear, every hurt I will wipe away,
Oh how I long for you to come to me today.

My dear child I love when you lend an ear towards me.
I love to hear your voice cry my name in moments of need,
So come now and pay attention to this precious gospel seed.
I want you to know me as Saviour and Lord, come home to me.”

 
by Irene McGough 15/9/07

www.discipleofjesussite.com


Irene McGough
irergn1978@yahoo.co.ukl
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COME HOME MY CHILD
                                                                                                                                       Come see Jesus standing with his arms open wide.
He beckons to you “Come home my child,
I will show you the biggest party you have ever seen;
You will be so much happier than you have ever been.

I came to give you an abundant life,
There will be no more toiling and no more strife,
I am the shepherd who cares for His flock,
Come my child place your feet upon the rock.

Don’t you know I want you to be part of my bride,
Come now and walk with me and in me abide,
I want you to know you can be at peace, 
For my love for you will never cease.

On the cross I paid the price for your sins,
Don’t you know my blood can wash away your sins?
I long for you to come to me in true repentance,
My desire is for you to know real forgiveness.

So come my child and enter right into my rest,
I love you and I long for you to experience life at best,
My dear friend, won’t you come and follow me?
The true meaning of life I want you to see.

 My child I see your hurts, I see all your pain,
I long to heal and restore your life again,
Every tear, every hurt I will wipe away,
Oh how I long for you to come to me today.

My dear child I love when you lend an ear towards me.
I love to hear your voice cry my name in moments of need,
So come now and pay attention to this precious gospel seed.
I want you to know me as Saviour and Lord, come home to me.”

 
by Irene McGough 15/9/07

www.discipleofjesussite.com


Gary.G.McCutcheon.
garym@winltd.com
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                            TRUTH


               Come take a look into my mind
               perhaps there is something worthwhile 
               you can find

               You have heard it said that there is no Creator
               Well then...consider this
               If straight is crooked and crooked straight
               then what is crooked and what is straight?
               If the lie is the truth and the truth the lie
               then what is the truth and what is the lie?

               Creation must have a Creator
               for nothing cannot create something
               but
               a Creator can create something out of nothing!

               Consider your heart of flesh...
               Have you seen it?
               If not 
               then you dont know its there
               To know is to have seen
               to believe is to have faith
               so you have faith that your heart is there
               For faith is a fact that you dont see at first
               for why would one believe in what the see

               Do you see God?
               No!
               Yet creation with its precision,beauty and
               purpose 
               is evidence that a Creator exists

               So i encourage you
               the next time you admiring creation 
               or swimming in the deep blue
               believe in God
               believe in what is true.

Olugbenga Seyi Hohonu
gbengahodonu@yahoo.com
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My Soul seeks not the Stranger’s Strokes

A sneaky stranger stocks her stuffs
In subtle silent style and sort
She struts with slavish sensuous snares
And seeks a simple soul to sour
In shady streaks and sinful sludge

My soul sense not her startling stunt
Nor search her stunning sight to see
My Sweethearts soothes surpasses all
Her shamming sleekly speech and stance
My Soul seeks not the Stranger’s Strokes

Olugbenga Seyi Hohonu
gbengahodonu@yahoo.com
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My Soul seeks not the Stranger’s Strokes

A sneaky stranger stocks her stuffs
In subtle silent style and sort
She struts with slavish sensuous snares
And seeks a simple soul to sour
In shady streaks and sinful sludge

My soul sense not her startling stunt
Nor search her stunning sight to see
My Sweethearts soothes surpasses all
Her shamming sleekly speech and stance
My Soul seeks not the Stranger’s Strokes

Olugbenga Seyi Hohonu
gbengahodonu@yahoo.com
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My Soul seeks not the Stranger’s Strokes

A sneaky stranger stocks her stuffs
In subtle silent style and sort
She struts with slavish sensuous snares
And seeks a simple soul to sour
In shady streaks and sinful sludge

My soul sense not her startling stunt
Nor search her stunning sight to see
My Sweethearts soothes surpasses all
Her shamming sleekly speech and stance
My Soul seeks not the Stranger’s Strokes

Harrison Kyle Miller
comeawake@yahoo.com
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When Darkness has vialed the Earth
The sun shall no more glow
From within this wretched birth
Our hearts will turn to stone

The darkness pressed against my chest
No strength to stand against this wind
Giving my mind no time for rest
Intomed by this flesh of sin

Satan is a roaring lion
Who seeks to devour me
Oh Lord, why have you been hiding
How long will I search for thee

I lay at my enemies feet
Who is quick to destroy me
Attacking me when I am weak
Off my misery it feeds

Oh Lord, Hear my words
Come and rescue me
I know not how you work
But I trust in thee

Lift me up so I can stand
Against this fleshly disease
My strength is in your hands
Restore my heart  with peace;

        "I've been with you my son
        Hear me and believe
        Your life has just begun
        Rise and be with me"

My mouth is filled with laughter
My tongue with shouts of joy
This God is my deliverer
And I will give him glory.

Harrison Kyle Miller
comeawake@yahoo.com
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When Darkness has vialed the Earth
The sun shall no more glow
From within this wretched birth
Our hearts will turn to stone

The darkness pressed against my chest
No strength to stand against this wind
Giving my mind no time for rest
Intomed by this flesh of sin

Satan is a roaring lion
Who seeks to devour me
Oh Lord, why have you been hiding
How long will I search for thee

I lay at my enemies feet
Who is quick to destroy me
Attacking me when I am weak
Off my misery it feeds

Oh Lord, Hear my words
Come and rescue me
I know not how you work
But I trust in thee

Lift me up so I can stand
Against this fleshly disease
My strength is in your hands
Restore my heart  with peace;

        "I've been with you my son
        Hear me and believe
        Your life has just begun
        Rise and be with me"

My mouth is filled with laughter
My tongue with shouts of joy
This God is my deliverer
And I will give him glory.

Olugbenga Seyi Hodonu
gbengahodonu@yahoo.com
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A Call from Somewhere



Tints of Timeless Torments

Habits of Howling Hell

Shatterers of Stinking Stiffs

Chimes of Ceaseless combustion

Calls out in countless crashing chants
‘Taste’, ‘feel’, ‘see’, ‘use’, ‘smell’, ‘touch’…

Calls out in:

Flapping flares of fading fancies

Slavish strands of sensuous snares

Voluptuous vibes of venomous vanities

Frenzied fanfare of fleeting funfair

Charming chills of caustic caresses

Deadening doses of damning delights

Hypnotising hypes of hysteric hobbies

Pompous parades of putrefying prettiness

Superfluous show of sumptuous stuffs

Masked muddles of mundane mucks

Flirtatious flights in façading filths

Raucous Rages of remorseful Rendezvous

Maddening motions in mendacious mischiefs

Buzzes of brashly baneful bangs


But A Call From Somewhere I hear
Taped in Timeless Time
Sunk stealthily in Subconscious senses

A call from somewhere I hear
Something Beyond … Something Breathtaking
Something Matchless… Something Marvellous

I hear a call 
 The Tinkling tidings of Timeless Truthful Testaments

A call I hear
Secured by a Saviour’s Sacrifice

A call from somewhere I hear
With glistening glitters beyond the grips of grisly grave

A call I hear 
In tender tunes of transcendent trills

A call 
 In charming chords of cheeriness

A call I hear from somewhere
Rapturous refrains revealed

I hear a call from somewhere

Seeking My soul, My life My all

Olugbenga Seyi Hodonu
gbengahodonu@yahoo.com
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A Call from Somewhere



Tints of Timeless Torments

Habits of Howling Hell

Shatterers of Stinking Stiffs

Chimes of Ceaseless combustion

Calls out in countless crashing chants
‘Taste’, ‘feel’, ‘see’, ‘use’, ‘smell’, ‘touch’…

Calls out in:

Flapping flares of fading fancies

Slavish strands of sensuous snares

Voluptuous vibes of venomous vanities

Frenzied fanfare of fleeting funfair

Charming chills of caustic caresses

Deadening doses of damning delights

Hypnotising hypes of hysteric hobbies

Pompous parades of putrefying prettiness

Superfluous show of sumptuous stuffs

Masked muddles of mundane mucks

Flirtatious flights in façading filths

Raucous Rages of remorseful Rendezvous

Maddening motions in mendacious mischiefs

Buzzes of brashly baneful bangs


But A Call From Somewhere I hear
Taped in Timeless Time
Sunk stealthily in Subconscious senses

A call from somewhere I hear
Something Beyond … Something Breathtaking
Something Matchless… Something Marvellous

I hear a call 
 The Tinkling tidings of Timeless Truthful Testaments

A call I hear
Secured by a Saviour’s Sacrifice

A call from somewhere I hear
With glistening glitters beyond the grips of grisly grave

A call I hear 
In tender tunes of transcendent trills

A call 
 In charming chords of cheeriness

A call I hear from somewhere
Rapturous refrains revealed

I hear a call from somewhere

Seeking My soul, My life My all

Olugbenga Seyi Hodonu
gbengahodonu@yahoo.com
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A Call from Somewhere



Tints of Timeless Torments

Habits of Howling Hell

Shatterers of Stinking Stiffs

Chimes of Ceaseless combustion

Calls out in countless crashing chants
‘Taste’, ‘feel’, ‘see’, ‘use’, ‘smell’, ‘touch’…

Calls out in:

Flapping flares of fading fancies

Slavish strands of sensuous snares

Voluptuous vibes of venomous vanities

Frenzied fanfare of fleeting funfair

Charming chills of caustic caresses

Deadening doses of damning delights

Hypnotising hypes of hysteric hobbies

Pompous parades of putrefying prettiness

Superfluous show of sumptuous stuffs

Masked muddles of mundane mucks

Flirtatious flights in façading filths

Raucous Rages of remorseful Rendezvous

Maddening motions in mendacious mischiefs

Buzzes of brashly baneful bangs


But A Call From Somewhere I hear
Taped in Timeless Time
Sunk stealthily in Subconscious senses

A call from somewhere I hear
Something Beyond … Something Breathtaking
Something Matchless… Something Marvellous

I hear a call 
 The Tinkling tidings of Timeless Truthful Testaments

A call I hear
Secured by a Saviour’s Sacrifice

A call from somewhere I hear
With glistening glitters beyond the grips of grisly grave

A call I hear 
In tender tunes of transcendent trills

A call 
 In charming chords of cheeriness

A call I hear from somewhere
Rapturous refrains revealed

I hear a call from somewhere

Seeking My soul, My life My all

Harry Page
aitchpage@ntlworld.com
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BUT I SAY UNTO YOU

You have heard that it was said, to the people long ago,
Killing is a wrong thing, killing with a blow
From a spear or sword, folk must never die this way,
If you're caught then you will die, that very same day.
But I say unto you, if you're angry it's the same,
If you call your brother by a bad, bad name,
So if you remember and you at the alter stand,
Go to him, make it right, he will understand.

You have heard that it was said, to the people long ago,
Never take another's wife, sin will in you grow;
Keep away from any who will break up hearth and home,
Stay in your own family, never, ever roam.
But I say unto you, if you look at them that way,
Casting lustful eyes around, it's the same, I say,
If you cannot keep your eyes, no, you must not look,
Off to hell you'll go my friend, and there you will cook.

You have heard that it was said, to the people long ago,
Do not swear by any thing, above or down below;
Do not swear by heaven for our God lives up there;
Do not swear by the earth, it's the footstool to his chair.
But I say unto you, you must make your answer known,
Do not let bad comments after good be thrown,
Let your no be no, my friend, if you don't agree,
Let your yes be yes and you will follow after me.

You have heard that it was said, to the people long ago,
If an tooth had been knocked out, then a tooth must go;
If an injury much worse occurred, perhaps somebody's life,
Relatives would go around and pay back with a knife.
But I say unto you, that you must turn the other cheek,
No, I'm not suggesting that you must all be weak,
But if a person comes and says, carry that one mile,
Take it two, or even more, and do it with a smile.


You have heard that it was said, to the people long ago,
You must love your neighbour, but your enemy?  No, No, No!!
Loving friends is fine for we are all loved in return,
Hate is right for enemies, all their contact spurn,
But I say unto you, you are to love the ones you hate,
Pray that God will bless them, that he'll help you wait
For a chance to help them, pour on all his love,
This is why he sent me down from heaven above.

There were many things that Jesus told us all to do,
Came and showed us by his life, showed us, me and you, That we must follow his way, every single hour,
Then he will endue us with Holy Spirit power,
Though these things are difficult, hard for us, we say,
He has promised help for us, every single day,
Take him at his word and he will be there by your side,
Take away the urge we have to run away and hide.


Ron Cervero
stinger6691@yahoo.com
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King

Cannibals gather
For the feast of knowledge
Devouring themselves
In games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
Lost kings search for the King
Anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues
Breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
Bounty of bitter roots,
And darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lion’s blood.
SET ME FREE . . .

Ron Cervero
stinger6691@yahoo.com
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King

Cannibals gather
For the feast of knowledge
Devouring themselves
In games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
Lost kings search for the King
Anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues
Breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
Bounty of bitter roots,
And darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lion’s blood.
SET ME FREE . . .

Ron Cervero
stinger6691@yahoo.com
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King

Cannibals gather
For the feast of knowledge
Devouring themselves
In games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
Lost kings search for the King
Anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues
Breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
Bounty of bitter roots,
And darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lion’s blood.
SET ME FREE . . .

Ron Cervero
stinger6691@yahoo.com
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King

Cannibals gather
For the feast of knowledge
Devouring themselves
In games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
Lost kings search for the King
Anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues
Breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
Bounty of bitter roots,
And darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lion’s blood.
SET ME FREE . . .

Ron Cervero
stinger6691@yahoo.com
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King

Cannibals gather
For the feast of knowledge
Devouring themselves
In games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
Lost kings search for the King
Anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues
Breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
Bounty of bitter roots,
And darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lion’s blood.
SET ME FREE . . .

Ron Cervero
stinger6691@yahoo.com
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King

Cannibals gather
For the feast of knowledge
Devouring themselves
In games of fire & instinct.
In desperation,
Lost kings search for the King
Anointed in love.
Shepard’s forked tongues
Breed wounded warriors.
Share me not in the
Bounty of bitter roots,
And darkened dreams.
Cleanse me in Lion’s blood.
SET ME FREE . . .

Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
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I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Chris Turner
chris_turner@shaw.ca
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

I Just Want To Be Loved 

In this World we live in, there's a lonely face out there,
Just looking for someone to love them, to show them that we care.
Loneliness can get you down and fill your heart with fear,
never ever knowing, which way to turn It makes you shed a tear.
Your friends are gone, you're left alone, what now shall I do,
I feel that I have been abandoned, with no-one to talk to.
I've tried so hard to make this life, the best that I know how,
But every time I turn a corner, I feel so much let down.
I'm a wanderer, a transient, wearing out my feet, walking the streets,
no where to stay, struggling to make ends meet.
I wonder if there's someone, when they've never ever seen,
maybe it's hard, for them to understand, to know how my life has been.
I really want to be like you, I don't always want to roam,
I would like to have a wife and family and have a nice warm home.
You may not think that's possible, when you look at me this way,
but I can be educated and taught and be like you some day.
There was a time when I was a child, born just like all of you,
I had a brother, sister, mum and dad, they helped me as I grew.
One day my mum and dad were involved, in an accident in which they died, my brother and sister looked at me and we all sat and cried.
We were ever so young and split apart, to different families we did go,
not knowing if we would we see each other again, we were scattered to and fro'.
When I grew up I didn't like, the home where I had grown, I decided one day that I should leave and go out on my own.
As I left home, I used to think, of my mum and dad that I miss, the way they would cuddle and tuck me into bed and give me a goodnight kiss.
As things got worse, finances were low, different friends did I meet,
not the kind that I had before, but the ones down on the street.
As I would talk to them alone, I found out that they had, a similar break-up with their families, which I found very sad. 
Please don't look down when you walk by, I won't do you any harm, try and see me like you, if my family were here, and love me for who I am.
I don't have much, but I've got Jesus in my heart, so I just keep looking above, hoping and praying, that maybe some day, I'll have somebody to love.
I may not be smart, or as clever as you, I may not be very wise, but when you see me on the street, don't turn away, I could be an Angel in disguise.
So please when you pass, just say hello and I'll say hello too, I just want to be loved in this lonely World, I just want to be like you. 

Written By Chris Turner (1991) 


 
 


Leanna Daugherty
eungkyu@hotmail.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

                     Isaiah 40:31
     They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
 
"With eagles' wings", He gently spoke,
A quiet voice, but I awoke,
To hurry here, to hasten there.
"No wait; just wait; it's time for pray'r."
His word inspired, and I was free.
With eagles' wings, how can it be,
That I now sing above the clouds,
Delivered from the rushing crowds?
Again He spoke, "There is a race."
"Now you must run; I'll set the pace."
"Do not be weary, never fear;"
"The race is yours, just persevere."
The power to run comes from above.
I'll wait and pray, live in His love.
He's there I know so if I fall,
I'll not despair, on Him I'll call.
He said to me, "Now will you walk?"
"I'll be your cleft in solid rock."
So far across the desert sand,
I'll walk with Him still hand in hand.
Now I can run and I can fly,
But walking, I'm too tired to try.
I'll cry and say, "Take one last breath,"
"This wilderness is nought but death."
I saw a barn not far away;
I'll just lie down upon the hay,
To rest awhile, my thoughts escape,
But in that spot and ugly snake.
So down the road I'll walk once more,
My head awhirl; my feet so sore.
I see a spring!  My Savior's there;
A cool pure drink with me to share!
"I am the way," He softly said,
"Just hold My hand, I'll walk ahead."
"You will not faint, My word is true."
"Trust Me My child, I'll walk with you."
So if I walk, or run, or soar,
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'll walk with Him; I'll seek His face,
And rest in my Abiding Place.             
  

Leanna Daugherty
eungkyu@hotmail.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

                     Isaiah 40:31
     They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
 
"With eagles' wings", He gently spoke,
A quiet voice, but I awoke,
To hurry here, to hasten there.
"No wait; just wait; it's time for pray'r."
His word inspired, and I was free.
With eagles' wings, how can it be,
That I now sing above the clouds,
Delivered from the rushing crowds?
Again He spoke, "There is a race."
"Now you must run; I'll set the pace."
"Do not be weary, never fear;"
"The race is yours, just persevere."
The power to run comes from above.
I'll wait and pray, live in His love.
He's there I know so if I fall,
I'll not despair, on Him I'll call.
He said to me, "Now will you walk?"
"I'll be your cleft in solid rock."
So far across the desert sand,
I'll walk with Him still hand in hand.
Now I can run and I can fly,
But walking, I'm too tired to try.
I'll cry and say, "Take one last breath,"
"This wilderness is nought but death."
I saw a barn not far away;
I'll just lie down upon the hay,
To rest awhile, my thoughts escape,
But in that spot and ugly snake.
So down the road I'll walk once more,
My head awhirl; my feet so sore.
I see a spring!  My Savior's there;
A cool pure drink with me to share!
"I am the way," He softly said,
"Just hold My hand, I'll walk ahead."
"You will not faint, My word is true."
"Trust Me My child, I'll walk with you."
So if I walk, or run, or soar,
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'll walk with Him; I'll seek His face,
And rest in my Abiding Place.             
  

Leanna Daugherty
eungkyu@hotmail.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

                     Isaiah 40:31
     They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
 
"With eagles' wings", He gently spoke,
A quiet voice, but I awoke,
To hurry here, to hasten there.
"No wait; just wait; it's time for pray'r."
His word inspired, and I was free.
With eagles' wings, how can it be,
That I now sing above the clouds,
Delivered from the rushing crowds?
Again He spoke, "There is a race."
"Now you must run; I'll set the pace."
"Do not be weary, never fear;"
"The race is yours, just persevere."
The power to run comes from above.
I'll wait and pray, live in His love.
He's there I know so if I fall,
I'll not despair, on Him I'll call.
He said to me, "Now will you walk?"
"I'll be your cleft in solid rock."
So far across the desert sand,
I'll walk with Him still hand in hand.
Now I can run and I can fly,
But walking, I'm too tired to try.
I'll cry and say, "Take one last breath,"
"This wilderness is nought but death."
I saw a barn not far away;
I'll just lie down upon the hay,
To rest awhile, my thoughts escape,
But in that spot and ugly snake.
So down the road I'll walk once more,
My head awhirl; my feet so sore.
I see a spring!  My Savior's there;
A cool pure drink with me to share!
"I am the way," He softly said,
"Just hold My hand, I'll walk ahead."
"You will not faint, My word is true."
"Trust Me My child, I'll walk with you."
So if I walk, or run, or soar,
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'll walk with Him; I'll seek His face,
And rest in my Abiding Place.             
  

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site


SOUL DAWNING

Moonbeams upon 
Crusted leaves...
Barren pasture land...
Sin-darkened night of soul.
Breeze chilled bones.
Wistful sighs caressed dreams.

Dawning breaths...a glance of 
You, Lord,
A look into Your eyes of love.
Surrender!
Green reflections.

Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
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YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Kathy Abrahams
katabra@westnet.com.au
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YOUR LOVE

Beams of a rare diamond,
Lord, cannot gleam like
Rays of Your love upon
     My soul.
Your hand is soft upon
     Mine.
Our steps tread upon 
Life's highways and byways,
Laces of security tie my shoes.


Kathy Abrahams - Copyright

Trudy Belle
trudybelles@hotmail.com
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Oh what a night it was
There was song and dance
And music and clapping
Joy and happiness
It was enthralling
The Son was shining

There were people of many races
And many many faces
Young and old
All smiling with joy
The sick were there
And so was the broken

The hopeless was there
And the ones with hope
Most of all the HOLY SPIRIT WAS THERE
The Word of God was proclaimed
The anointing flowed the whole Church
From the begining of the service to the end

Oh what a night!
What a joy to be in the house of the Lord
Praising and worshiping our King
Miracles happened
And strongholds were broken
Captives set free
Our faith increased

And as we left for home......
Ecstatic ~ I said "OH WHAT A NIGHT!" 


Trudy Belle
trudybelles@hotmail.com
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Oh what a night it was
There was song and dance
And music and clapping
Joy and happiness
It was enthralling
The Son was shining

There were people of many races
And many many faces
Young and old
All smiling with joy
The sick were there
And so was the broken

The hopeless was there
And the ones with hope
Most of all the HOLY SPIRIT WAS THERE
The Word of God was proclaimed
The anointing flowed the whole Church
From the begining of the service to the end

Oh what a night!
What a joy to be in the house of the Lord
Praising and worshiping our King
Miracles happened
And strongholds were broken
Captives set free
Our faith increased

And as we left for home......
Ecstatic ~ I said "OH WHAT A NIGHT!" 


Trudy Belle
trudybelles@hotmail.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

Oh what a night it was
There was song and dance
And music and clapping
Joy and happiness
It was enthralling
The Son was shining

There were people of many races
And many many faces
Young and old
All smiling with joy
The sick were there
And so was the broken

The hopeless was there
And the ones with hope
Most of all the HOLY SPIRIT WAS THERE
The Word of God was proclaimed
The anointing flowed the whole Church
From the begining of the service to the end

Oh what a night!
What a joy to be in the house of the Lord
Praising and worshiping our King
Miracles happened
And strongholds were broken
Captives set free
Our faith increased

And as we left for home......
Ecstatic ~ I said "OH WHAT A NIGHT!" 


Abby Olaleye
Luckyseven73@verizon.net
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Peace
Peace like a river is what He puts in my heart
And now that I’m saved, no one can ever pull us apart.
But when I think about my sin I do get very sad;
But now that I know that my name is in God’s book,
I don’t think I could ever be anymore glad.

Joy
He fills my heart with joy everyday,
And I say that will never be taken away.
Because He says he loves me and I love him too,
And if he loves me, He also loves you.

Faith
I know I am in the arms of my Lord,
I also know that my bible is my sword.
My God is so good, and my God is so great;
I love my Lord and the Lord doesn’t hate.



Love
The Lore is my Shepherd, and I am His sheep.
The Lord watches me everywhere, even when I sleep.
When I think of all His great power, and I think of even Him;
I know I am running the Christian race and I know I will definitely win!

Abby Olaleye
   8th Grade

Abby Olaleye
Luckyseven73@verizon.net
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




Peace
Peace like a river is what He puts in my heart
And now that I’m saved, no one can ever pull us apart.
But when I think about my sin I do get very sad;
But now that I know that my name is in God’s book,
I don’t think I could ever be anymore glad.

Joy
He fills my heart with joy everyday,
And I say that will never be taken away.
Because He says he loves me and I love him too,
And if he loves me, He also loves you.

Faith
I know I am in the arms of my Lord,
I also know that my bible is my sword.
My God is so good, and my God is so great;
I love my Lord and the Lord doesn’t hate.



Love
The Lore is my Shepherd, and I am His sheep.
The Lord watches me everywhere, even when I sleep.
When I think of all His great power, and I think of even Him;
I know I am running the Christian race and I know I will definitely win!

Abby Olaleye
   8th Grade

Abby Olaleye
Luckyseven73@verizon.net
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




Peace
Peace like a river is what He puts in my heart
And now that I’m saved, no one can ever pull us apart.
But when I think about my sin I do get very sad;
But now that I know that my name is in God’s book,
I don’t think I could ever be anymore glad.

Joy
He fills my heart with joy everyday,
And I say that will never be taken away.
Because He says he loves me and I love him too,
And if he loves me, He also loves you.

Faith
I know I am in the arms of my Lord,
I also know that my bible is my sword.
My God is so good, and my God is so great;
I love my Lord and the Lord doesn’t hate.



Love
The Lore is my Shepherd, and I am His sheep.
The Lord watches me everywhere, even when I sleep.
When I think of all His great power, and I think of even Him;
I know I am running the Christian race and I know I will definitely win!

Abby Olaleye
   8th Grade

Abby Olaleye
Luckyseven73@verizon.net
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




Peace
Peace like a river is what He puts in my heart
And now that I’m saved, no one can ever pull us apart.
But when I think about my sin I do get very sad;
But now that I know that my name is in God’s book,
I don’t think I could ever be anymore glad.

Joy
He fills my heart with joy everyday,
And I say that will never be taken away.
Because He says he loves me and I love him too,
And if he loves me, He also loves you.

Faith
I know I am in the arms of my Lord,
I also know that my bible is my sword.
My God is so good, and my God is so great;
I love my Lord and the Lord doesn’t hate.



Love
The Lore is my Shepherd, and I am His sheep.
The Lord watches me everywhere, even when I sleep.
When I think of all His great power, and I think of even Him;
I know I am running the Christian race and I know I will definitely win!

Abby Olaleye
   8th Grade

Abby Olaleye
Luckyseven73@verizon.net
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site




Peace
Peace like a river is what He puts in my heart
And now that I’m saved, no one can ever pull us apart.
But when I think about my sin I do get very sad;
But now that I know that my name is in God’s book,
I don’t think I could ever be anymore glad.

Joy
He fills my heart with joy everyday,
And I say that will never be taken away.
Because He says he loves me and I love him too,
And if he loves me, He also loves you.

Faith
I know I am in the arms of my Lord,
I also know that my bible is my sword.
My God is so good, and my God is so great;
I love my Lord and the Lord doesn’t hate.



Love
The Lore is my Shepherd, and I am His sheep.
The Lord watches me everywhere, even when I sleep.
When I think of all His great power, and I think of even Him;
I know I am running the Christian race and I know I will definitely win!

Abby Olaleye
   8th Grade

Olatubosun Macaulay
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Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site

Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Hope Dawn Birch
hopebirch@hotmail.com
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Show Me The Way Back To You

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord.
Show me the way back to you,
Many times,I've lost my way in life,
Not knowing what to do,
Trying to fit in, trying to belong,
Searching for a love that is true.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Take my hand, help me understand,
Let your love guide me through,
Break down the barriers, and set me free,
Is what I pray to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you,
Grant me your wisdom, and your strength,
In everything, that I do,
Let others around me see,
Your light shine through.

Show me the way back to you, Oh Lord,
Show me the way back to you.

Jack Miller
cnangelinc@hotmail.com
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                 My Tender Kiss

Whatis this thing called love,I'm having trouble now to see,
To gather up a mob and stone them slowly to their knees,
There's something missing here in trying to understand this story,
About rise above the plight of life and meet him in his glory.

Give ten percent of what you have and blessings pour from heaven,
The window must be nailed shut cause a trickles all I'm getting
And I break my back for those old seniors as they lay and suffer,
Then when I lay upon my bed my pain is getting rougher.

These children that I raise on such a petty little income,
I try to teach them of your ways and that you're really winsome,
And boy your joy will be fulfilled if his doctrine you embrace,
And the convictions laying at my door always causing me to face.

Put a child on a playground full of toys and cake and pop,
And put a clown there to tempt him,but if tempted he must stop,
I'm going away to a palace,to a place to me well pleases,
And when I'm back,if you touched those things I'll tear you into pieces.

So what is it I'm missing here,in my understanding love ?
The smell of a rose,a babies smile,the soft wings of a dove,
Do this and that and everything,they stamp and stomp and rave,
But just call out on the name of the Lord and one day you'll be saved.

The windows of heaven are open and they surely pour,
The riches you have recieved is the wisdom you asked for,
The playground and the goodies and the clown that you have seen,
These warnings come for your own good they're laced with much disease. 

The poverty you think you have is only an illusion,
Are you laying on the ground and cold or suffering confusion,
The back you break in all your love of working with the aged,
I'll give you rest,heal your back and reward you with great wages.

The stoning by the mob,for the sins they have commited,
You don't know sin just like I do,inside you can admit it,
And when I come to set things right and put an end to sin,
I'll open up my treasuries of hail and do it once again.

And yes the babies smile,the roses scent and soft wings of a dove,
Are a reflection of me down on Earth,to know that I am love,
And those that rant and rave and stomp,not understanding my word,
Will answerfor those led astray and enter into the curse.

My Angels stand,creation knows,the matters all been settled,
The son I love gave his life for you,victorious in battle,
The lawless one who lies and cheats and murders many too,
His timeframe is about to end,it's my tender kiss for you.

                                      MAN


                A Justified End

A women standing in a window of a tower high,
A Eunuch stands there by her left another to her right,
The makeups thick,clothes are cheap,altered to look plain,
Thinking that she hide herself and no one knows her name.

She sees the riders dust kicked up as the tower rumbles,
Time is up she fears inside and she starts to tremble,
The fate of those whose blood she spilled in all indecent acts,
Have come full circle for her now and there's no looking back.

Who in this town is with us here,the riders make a shout,
WE are the Eunuchs say,well then throw that woman out,
The grounds approaching awful fast,the eyes are getting wider,
And feel the bones as they break and you knew as an insider.

They back their horses over you,you're felling every punch,
Then tie their horses at the gate and go to eat their lunch,
The dogs are gathered round you like the pack you used to lead,
And now instead of innocent blood it's you that's left to bleed.

And the Prophet did preveal against the filthy whores decree,
And I believe that towards the end It's this type we'll see,
And as the dogs tear at her flesh consuming all the meat,
The scull,the feet and palms are left so filthy dogs can't eat.

Jezebel,Jezebel,wicked Queen,hieghten all the senses,
Making war against the King and lacking in defences,
You took those devils to your bed without a second thought,
And in the web of your deciet,you've finally found you caught.

                                  MAN


Mandy Priddy
savedbyGRACE_316_41@yahoo.com
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Something Real

How can I go on like this?
Life is being drained from me.
Life, it's being stolen.
So many things around me - fake.
Things pretended into existence.
But their not all I dreamed they would be.
Their broken.
This glass house is broken.
This glass film around my heart is broken.
Where's the real me?
I'm DYING to see the real me.

I caught a glimpse of me in You.
Step by step, I'll watch You bring me through.
Through the fire - to Refiner's gold.
Purify me!
Purify me!
I'm walking on the edge to something REAL.
Something only You could mold.

They stand at a cold hard distance.
Bitter faces is all I see.
Maybe I'm looking through bitter eyes.
Father, forgive me!
I'll learn to love.
I'll learn to stand.
I'll learn to walk on my own two feet.
No leaning this time.
Jesus wants to show me what I'm made of.
So I can show the world who He is.

I caught a glimpse of me in You.
Step by step, I'll watch You bring me through.
Through the fire - to Refiner's gold.
Purify me!
Purify me!
Walking on the edge to something REAL.
Something only You could mold.

Mandy Priddy
savedbyGRACE_316_41@yahoo.com
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Something Real

How can I go on like this?
Life is being drained from me.
Life, it's being stolen.
So many things around me - fake.
Things pretended into existence.
But their not all I dreamed they would be.
Their broken.
This glass house is broken.
This glass film around my heart is broken.
Where's the real me?
I'm DYING to see the real me.

I caught a glimpse of me in You.
Step by step, I'll watch You bring me through.
Through the fire - to Refiner's gold.
Purify me!
Purify me!
I'm walking on the edge to something REAL.
Something only You could mold.

They stand at a cold hard distance.
Bitter faces is all I see.
Maybe I'm looking through bitter eyes.
Father, forgive me!
I'll learn to love.
I'll learn to stand.
I'll learn to walk on my own two feet.
No leaning this time.
Jesus wants to show me what I'm made of.
So I can show the world who He is.

I caught a glimpse of me in You.
Step by step, I'll watch You bring me through.
Through the fire - to Refiner's gold.
Purify me!
Purify me!
Walking on the edge to something REAL.
Something only You could mold.

Purify me!
Cleanse me!
Make me all brand new!
Make me ALL like You!

Mandy Priddy
savedbyGRACE_316_41@yahoo.com
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Something Real

How can I go on like this?
Life is being drained from me.
Life, it's being stolen.
So many things around me - fake.
Things pretended into existence.
But their not all I dreamed they would be.
Their broken.
This glass house is broken.
This glass film around my heart is broken.
Where's the real me?
I'm DYING to see the real me.

I caught a glimpse of me in You.
Step by step, I'll watch You bring me through.
Through the fire - to Refiner's gold.
Purify me!
Purify me!
I'm walking on the edge to something REAL.
Something only You could mold.

They stand at a cold hard distance.
Bitter faces is all I see.
Maybe I'm looking through bitter eyes.
Father, forgive me!
I'll learn to love.
I'll learn to stand.
I'll learn to walk on my own two feet.
No leaning this time.
Jesus wants to show me what I'm made of.
So I can show the world who He is.

I caught a glimpse of me in You.
Step by step, I'll watch You bring me through.
Through the fire - to Refiner's gold.
Purify me!
Purify me!
Walking on the edge to something REAL.
Something only You could mold.

Purify me!
Cleanse me!
Make me all brand new!
Make me ALL like You!

MELETA HAND
hand9262@bellsouth.net
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The Empty Manger, The Empty Cross, The Empty Tomb


A simple little wooden trough
Where the animals were fed
Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth
Became Baby Jesus' bed

But the manger couldn't hold Him
As He grew in body and mind
He was about the Father's business
And in righteousness He shined

He began to gather a flock of His own
Completing the task He was given
Teaching, feeding,and ministering to lives
Paving the one way to Heaven

There were those who rose against the Lord
Causing anger, disention, and strife
Vowing to prove Him an evil man,
end His ministry, and take His life

They beat Him, cursed Him, spat in His face
They nailed Him to a rugged cross
They mocked Him as His blood poured out
and He weakened from its loss

Yet He interceded for their forgiveness
Though in their hearts they didn't repent
Then He gave His life to the Father's Hand
And at that moment, the veil was rent!

The cross was left empty and His body placed
In a borrowed grave with care
But guards who were posted around the clock
Were unable to keep Him there

In just three days our Lord arose
With the keys of death, hell, and the grave
That we today might also be free
from the bonds of sin that enslave

We exalt you our Glorious Saviour
Born of a Virgin's womb
To give us life, through your own sacrifice
The Empty manger, empty cross, and empty tomb!

MELETA HAND
hand9262@bellsouth.net
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The Empty Manger, The Empty Cross, The Empty Tomb


A simple little wooden trough
Where the animals were fed
Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth
Became Baby Jesus' bed

But the manger couldn't hold Him
As He grew in body and mind
He was about the Father's business
And in righteousness He shined

He began to gather a flock of His own
Completing the task He was given
Teaching, feeding,and ministering to lives
Paving the one way to Heaven

There were those who rose against the Lord
Causing anger, disention, and strife
Vowing to prove Him an evil man,
end His ministry, and take His life

They beat Him, cursed Him, spat in His face
They nailed Him to a rugged cross
They mocked Him as His blood poured out
and He weakened from its loss

Yet He interceded for their forgiveness
Though in their hearts they didn't repent
Then He gave His life to the Father's Hand
And at that moment, the veil was rent!

The cross was left empty and His body placed
In a borrowed grave with care
But guards who were posted around the clock
Were unable to keep Him there

In just three days our Lord arose
With the keys of death, hell, and the grave
That we today might also be free
from the bonds of sin that enslave

We exalt you our Glorious Saviour
Born of a Virgin's womb
To give us life, through your own sacrifice
The Empty manger, empty cross, and empty tomb!

meleta hand
hand9262@bellsouth.net
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A simple little wooden trough
where the animals were fed
Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth
became Baby Jesus' bed

But the manger couldn't hold Him
As He grew in body and mind
He was about the Father's business
and in righteousness He shined

He began to gather a flock of His own
completing the task He was given
Teaching, feeding, ministering to lives
Paving the one way to Heaven

There were those who rose against the Lord
causing anger, dissention, and strife
Vowing to prove Him an evil man,
End His ministry, and take His Life

They beat Him, cursed Him, spat in his face
They nailed Him to a rugged cross
They mocked Him as His blood poured out



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A simple little wooden trough
where the animals were fed
Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth

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A simple little wooden trough
where the animals were fed
Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth

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A simple little wooden trough
where the animals were fed
Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth

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A simple littele wooden trough

Jakpa, Oritsegbemi Emmanuel
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There is a book for years 
has mapped the course of man's progress, 
has shown MAN the path of happiness, 
peace and eternity, 
has transformed their hearts 
and shaped their thought, 
for generations it keeps directing 
their acts and conducts, 
this book many has proclaimed blesst  
they say in their entangled struggles of being 
they find the essence of life, 
they say that each day they meditate on it 
they are assured of another day long, 
they say is living, it is divine, it reveals the knowledge
of the the immortal soul, 
they say if you read it it will influence your 
own destiny, 
this book is the BIBLE.

Jakpa, Oritsegbemi Emmanuel
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There is a book for years 
has mapped the course of man's progress, 
has shown MAN the path of happiness, 
peace and eternity, 
has transformed their hearts 
and shaped their thought, 
for generations it keeps directing 
their acts and conducts, 
this book many has proclaimed blesst  
they say in their entangled struggles of being 
they find the essence of life, 
they say that each day they meditate on it 
they are assured of another day long, 
they say is living, it is divine, it reveals the knowledge
of the the immortal soul, 
they say if you read it it will influence your 
own destiny, 
this book is the BIBLE.

RYAN SCOTT HARVEY
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DEAR GOD

Dear God
Please listen to what I say
In the name of Jesus Christ I pray
Upon my forehead lay
Your hand if you may
Point me in the right direction 
Show to me the way

Dear God
Please listen as I pray
Take from me today
Any ill will that tries to stay
Right here in my mind
As I hold myself at bay
Show to me the light
Point to me the way

Dear God
Please listen to what I say
From the pillow
Where I rest my head to lay
For strength I pray another day
So from your path
I will not stray
Point me in the right direction
Show to me the way

Dear God
Please listen to what I say
In the name of Jesus Christ I pray
Dress me with your light
May your name hold me tight
As I pray
For your eye’s 
Upon me through the night

RYAN SCOTT HARVEY
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DEAR GOD

Dear God
Please listen to what I say
In the name of Jesus Christ I pray
Upon my forehead lay
Your hand if you may
Point me in the right direction 
Show to me the way

Dear God
Please listen as I pray
Take from me today
Any ill will that tries to stay
Right here in my mind
As I hold myself at bay
Show to me the light
Point to me the way

Dear God
Please listen to what I say
From the pillow
Where I rest my head to lay
For strength I pray another day
So from your path
I will not stray
Point me in the right direction
Show to me the way

Dear God
Please listen to what I say
In the name of Jesus Christ I pray
Dress me with your light
May your name hold me tight
As I pray
For your eye’s 
Upon me through the night

Nicole Calley Robb
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Lord the one

Lord I am thy sheep, you are my shepherd
I will follow you and not the herd
Life you have given to everyone
Just as you gave us the noon day's sun
Lord you protect us, call us by name
As long as we love you there won't be any shame
Telling everyone about you
Is what I love to do
Lord you can heal us, show us you might
For fallowing you forever is what is right
We always pray for those in need
But we should all pray that you just plant a seed
Lord you are the alpha and omega, the beginning and end
If you need somebody to help you, you have me to send
You are the one 
The father, Holy Spirit and the son
Lord of all creation, you are the one
I am your daughter or son

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When I think of all the things God has done and is doing for me 
He protects me by seeing things we can and can’t see
He throws out the life line when someone is in need of prayer 
We’re in His care for He’s always there
He will pick you up when you fall 
Just call on His name for He’ll answer your call
I know while in sin you feel God has forgotten you
But He will never leave you nor forsake you 
No matter what you do 
And sometimes it feels like you can’t make it through the day
but when this life is over believe me you’ll fly away
what ever happens, happens for a reason
for he’s coming just look at the change in the seasons
If you think God does not love you 
He would not of giving his son to die for you
So You should depend on Christ 
for He is your life
The devil is out there to capture 
but you better get and stay saved to be caught up in the rapture
He said chose ye this day whom ye will serve 
and eternity in hell is not what you deserve
He gave you the right to the tree of life 
you better take heed and get right
don’t ever think you can’t make it
for the devil will do things to make you say I can’t take it
But when I think of all the things He’s done like 
raised the dead and made the blind man see
I look back over my life and say look what He’s done for me

Karen Templin
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Apparition Of Doubt
 
An East wind blows,
the clouds rain down,
a brutal deception,
the apparition of doubt.
Still waters run deep
when the sun light burns out.
 
Walking in the light
when shadows still remain.
Rain turns into snow.
when darkness steals the light of day.
 
As an evergreen shelters the winter rose.
The beauty still remains.
The sparkling of  crystal sapphires,
angelic eyes look my way.
 
Draw me out of deep waters,
and dismal gray.
Keep my lamp burning,
as the wind blows through the rain.
 
A ripple on the water,
a pebble cast upon the lake,
held in the arms of Angels,
I die to myself,
and walk by faith.
 
He walks barefooted
upon the sea.
From celestial shores,
he beacons me.
A season out of time,
I step into infinity.
 
Uncertainties disappear
without a trace.
In the darkness of trial,
he lights the way.
 
Dense clouds roll away
as the heavens part.
Hands that heal the breakage,
He breathes life into a fragile heart.
 
He walks in the company of angels.
Purity of the devout,
treading on the ashes
of the apparition of doubt.
 
I emerge triumphant
when my soul is laid bare.
My reflection in his eyes,
an answered prayer.
 
Winter frost begins to melt
when the Seraphim are near.
I know that when I see them,
you'll be there.
 
By Karen Templin
 

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America's Pride 
America's Pride 

A soldier's love is a treasure in heart 
Their goal, keep America free. 
With miles between family and friends, 
Theirs is no distance in mind. 
As we think of freedom, 
We are reminded of the towers that fell. 
Without our brave troops, 
Happy we could never be. 
God joined our hearts together, 
We shall stand as one. 
A smile is engraved within our hearts 
As we salute Old Glory. 
Proud to be Americans, 
 Where triumph and victory rings. 
We live in peace and treasure strength, 
From God it came. 
Our homes are safe. 
 Freedom makes a dwelling place of peace. 
America shares her love 
 With ever nation under heaven. 
Our children are heirs of peace and great riches. 
Blood was shed and money well spent, 
 Protect and keep us safe. 
We are free to speak and make choices. 
We are Free to stand for love and honor. 
The soil cries out for those lost in battle. 
We raise our flag once more. 
Our hearts are heavy. 
We see our soldiers marching off to war. 
We stand and sing “The Star Spangled Banner”, 
Minds are in deep thought and hearts 
 Overwhelmed as dark clouds of war remain. 
Yesterday becomes history, today special and 
Tomorrow we wish upon. 
God bless America, 
God bless America once more. 

Louvenia Rose Campbell

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Introduction


I am honored to present you with this book of poems, the first in a series.
The one who lives in my heart has inspired my poems, 
The Holy Spirit.  It is he who from time to time gives my Heart inspiration to write poetry.  So I give all credit to GOD.  Without his voice of love and inspiration, I could never share with you the secret that I could not write without his love in my Heart.  Within my poetry pages, you will see why I call it “The Voice from within”.  I feel my poetry is Christ within me.  I have been a Christian since I was seventeen.  It never gets old; there is always something new in Christ.

This book is dedicated to my children and grandchildren.



The Voice from within 
Welcome friends and family, 
May the Lord bless and keep you. 
May his countenance be a smile upon your face? 
May the wind be his kiss upon your face? 
May nature bow at your feet as a blessing. 
May the sky hold over your head an umbrella of love? 
May your rainy days be blessed with flowers to share 
With a friend? 
May your valleys be filled with wisdom, 
learning to hear the voice of GOD in the winds. 
May his eyes be forever upon you, 
always knowing your hearts? 


 Notes about the Author

     I was born in Matewan, WV, along the border of Pike County; Ky. known as the home of a billion-dollar coalfield where I was raised near the river (The Old Tug) There the Hatfield & McCoy Feud took place.   I was a coalminer's daughter.  My father was Tilden Smith, my mother Christine Smith (Thompson).   I have five siblings, two brothers, Tilden Jr. and James Harrison Smith and three lovely sisters, Janet Gail, Linda Lou and Kathy Sue Smith.
     I was married at the young age of seventeen, to Mr. Calvin Lee Campbell who spent the first year of our marriage in the U.S. Army stationed in Vietnam. We are still together after thirty-five years. We were blessed to have three children, James Calvin, Kimberly Rose and Crystal Dawn Campbell. We have seven biological grandchildren and one step-grandchild and one on the way. This book is dedicated to my children and grandchildren.
     Many of my poems have been published by (The International Library of Poetry). This selection is a compilation of many of those already published.  
     I have had one of my poems set to music by Tumba Records.  ‘The Bride Awaits” is song #6 on the CD titled “Hands Across America”.  Twenty poets were chosen from the United States, and I was picked to represent the state of Kentucky.  I would like to thank GOD and Tumba records for making this opportunity possible.  

     It’s now fall 2003 and I decided to visit our mountaintop home in Louisa, KY.  I feel so at peace when I am here.  Seems my love for life, GOD, and all of nature is renewed.  I feed the wildlife, and watch them frolic around me.  I am one with nature.  The sunsets are so beautiful behind the trees.  The sounds of the crickets and frogs singing lullabies are so much company as evening begins.  My desire is to someday reside here, away from everything except God’s beauty.

     One morning I took a ride down the mountain road covered in gravel.  The gentle breeze felt like angel’s wings brushing my hair from my face, as the kiss of the wind swept over me.  I could not help but say good morning to life.  I am here and I love to write.  I guess as humans, we all have dreams.
  
     The night is early and the mountain is so peaceful and calm, no phones ringing, no door bells, no bickering from the children or neighbors.  I love to enjoy all of the wonders that the mountain has to offer and I would love to stay.  I see GOD in the rising of the sun.  The plants are bringing forth seed for next year.  The smoke from my campfire smells so good with dinner cooking on it.  The butterflies are beautiful.  We catch rainwater to bathe in.  We pop popcorn at night to eat while we listen to the owls and whippoorwills.  Sometimes I just sing openly to the wind in praise of all nature.  My heart stays in praise of GOD, our creator, who made all things.  He made it good for his people to enjoy.  I see his face in the light of the day.  I see his tears as dew on the petals of the flowers.  The trees are now undressing for the fall as the sap lowers, the trees will stand nude until spring.  Life is good and bad, sunshine and rain, strength and weakness, rich and poor, pain and sickness, all of which makes the world go round.  As the seasons circle again and again, I think we have all come so short of the work of our GOD.
  
     The man that we bought the mountaintop from just died of a massive heart attack.  He also had a dream.  He loved the mountain and loved to sing and play the guitar.  The mountain is a little lonesome without him now.  I wrote a poem for him, “Have I Come So Far for My Dreams to End?” It maybe in my next book I write Vol. 2 of (The Voice From Within). Seems some can have so much, but yet so little .I am so thankful for all "GOD" has blessed me with.
     
I hope you can learn more about me through my pages of poetry.
 

Table of Contents



INSPIRATIONAL …………………………………………….. Pg. 6


RELIGION ……………………………………………………. Pg. 24 


SEASONAL …………………………………………………… Pg. 36


NATURE ………………………………………………………. Pg. 42


LOVE & FAMILY ……………………………………………..Pg. 47


AMERICA ………………………………………………………Pg. 67


















INSPIRATIONAL 

                                      Birth Of A Poem
Written 01/03/1996

The night has come and I must rest.
I lay in the darkness,
Thinking of the day that's past
.
Deep within I feel words that need expressed.
The heart's chamber door unlocks.
I see pictures, made with words.
A poem is about to be birthed and
it may be about my love in life.

It may be about my children or
it may be about God and his creative hands.

It may be about a friend or 
A stranger on the street.
Never the less, a poem is about to be birthed.

The music of silence
sets a poet's pin to write.
 
I must rise up from this bed of rest.
Deep within my heart tonight,
Words conceive and come to life.

Night or day when the time is right,
Another poem will be birthed.


A Busy Day

 Written 04 /21 /1999

Was your day a busy one?
Had you no time to pray?
Stop for just a moment.
Listen to the heart inside.

It speaks of one who thought of you
before you saw the morning’s light.
He thought of you and
He woke you to see another dawn.

Is it so hard to stop within the day and
Say thanks Lord, for this busy day?
Without your loving touch, 
The beat of my heart would stop and
my busy day would come to a halt.
So thank you Lord for waking me.
Thank you Lord for life today.


Prayer This Day
4-15-05

Father you are my power of attorney.
I shall not be found in need.
Your banner over me is love and kindness.
Lead me with peaceful hands.

Watch my feet so stumbling never harms me.
Prepare for me a table others can eat 
A banquet of prepared with love.

Dress me in garments rare made 
Of sunshine and righteous.
Anoint me with the oil of grace.
Let prosperity cover my loins
.
Father; you are a sea walker,
So walk with me as waters rise.
To you I lift my hands with praise to salvation’s plan.
Remember me with tender mercy as loving kindness I share.

Let my days be not tossed to the wind.
Allow me to plant precious seed.
Let he who follows me water the love I sow
Let them reap a harvest of plenty in your sight.
Lord judge softly those who keep integrity
                                                                  
 





                                     A Heart Broken
Written 11/05/2000

I'm tired, the day was long and my work was hard.
My body aches.
 My company is pain as I sit by the fire and warm by its flame.
My mind is weak and worn for it's battled all the day.

Who but one can see the scars inside my heart?
Behind my smile the heart sheds tears.

My feet walk a narrow path and integrity I must keep. 
The voice from within is the company I keep.

The heart is broken, and the wounds are hard to heal.
No one will ever see tears shed in this heart.

With a smile I say I'm fine.
Most think I'm strong but oh how weak I feel.
Behind a smile my heart cries, oh Lord carries my load.
Let no one see my saddened heart or broken spirit within.

God hides my heart behind a smile.
Let my heart's tears be not in vein. 





A Young Girl Prayed

Written 04/23/1985

There was a young girl; she heard a soft voice.
Hard to ignore, a voice she'd never heard.
A voice so tender saying," come unto me".
One day in her room, she knelt to pray
For the first time, to her maker she spoke.
She asked for forgiveness, thus he surly gave.
Kind and tender, the Lord was that day.

He erased her sins, gave a new birth.
Now she looks through faith filled eyes.
To him, she tells her troubles and he's sure to never tell.

He taught her how to listen, not to talk too much.
He shares with her, his love and his word she will never doubt.

When trouble comes, he says it’s only temporary.
It’s time to build good character.

If she fails, he forgives then teaches with gentle correction.
God said, do not live by feeling but live having good morals.
This will bring forth a good life,
This I know is true.

I am that young girl and I heard the voice of God.





                                                                   

                                                                       Angels watch
Written 08/ 26 /1989

Angels watch me through this day.
Teach me how to pray.

Guide these hands as I work,
To lend a helping hand
.
Listen to each word I speak and
correct me if I curse.

Fill my heart with God's love
so hate will never grow.

If my neighbor he should fall,
Help me lift him to his feet.

As I eat my bread this day,
Make sure I give thanks.

Shine your light that I might see
to walk my path in peace.

As I lay upon my bed,
Let sweet dreams of heaven come near.
 Angels watch me while I sleep.







Day uncertain

Written 05/14/1997

This morning I awoke in wonder of the day.
I am not sure of tomorrow but thankful for today.

Thanks ring in my heart.
What today holds, God only knows.

One thing certain, 
God hears those who weep.

Remember that God rides the winds.
The earth turns and life comes and goes
.
The sun shines and the stars fade at her light.
Power to rule the day she holds.

One might say, is life certain?
No, only precious while in hand.

Whisper a prayer for
God may call your name.
Where will you be?

Are you ready to give account as you stand? 
Tomorrow may be your dream but
Today may be your last.
God only knows for he holds it in his hands.


                                                                       Dearest friend

Written 08/17/1997

I found a friend in a wilderness of people.
His face was like a blaze of light
.
As I got real close to him, I saw a heart of gold.
His eyes were made of sympathy, filled with love and care.

His hands were reaching out to me.
He said, come and I'll walk with you.

You'll never be alone.
When you are sad,
My arms will hold you like no other.

I'll make you laugh when you are sad.
I'll pick you up when you fall.
I'll make the storms fade with sunshine.

I'll help you climb the roughest mountain.
I'll be with you in your lonesome valleys.
I said, but what is your name?
He replied, "I am Jesus your dearest friend".











Friends For Life

Written 01/26/1997

I have a dear friend, the name I need not say.
You were there when no other I could find.

Whenever I need to talk or maybe take a walk,
You always say oh I don't mind.

You give me strength through the hard times.
You pull me from the arms of disappointment
.
You give me hope, pleasure and laughter.
A precious friend for life you are.

You're a ray of sunshine in my life.
Friends like you are hard to find.

You give so much and ask for so little in return.
We never get tired of talking.
When we part, I always feel a whole lot better.

I cherish our friendship.
It's as a precious jewel buried within my heart.

I thank God he smiled on me,
When a friend like you he gave to me.


                                                                       Gift Of Life

Written 11/22/2000

Upon rising each morning,
I thank God for a new day.

With each day's dawning, his mercy is renewed
.
I am not promised to see, a new day's dawn.
If your light I get to see then renewed mercy is mine.

Thank you Lord for the gift of life this day.
Yesterday, became history.
Today, a special gift.
Tomorrow, I wish upon.

Yes Lord, it's important to say:
Thank you for life today.

By your grace, I sleep at night.
With mercy renewed, I greet the day.
I have lived to see, a new day dawn.


                                                                                






Helpers

                                                        To those who believe in angels 
 Written 08/07/1998

Angels are our helpers,
A silence sent from God.

 Angles watch as we sleep at night;
Heaven sent to hold our hands.

When we are lost,
They are light unto our paths.

Angels are messengers,
Sent with love from on high.
                                                    
Mercy is delivered on wings of love.
They guide our feet
watching our every step we take.

Encamped about us are heavenly soldiers.
Embracing us when sad.

Lifting the spirit and helping us to the end.
They are God's sweet helpers, angels of light.
They're sent from long distance to help us along.








                                                                      
                                               .

Prayer
                                     Written 10/10/2000

Dear Lord, I greet you with praise in my heart.
Thank you for joy to start my day a new.

Happiness I found, when I found this son of yours.
Heaven gave an offering so sweet,
When it gave the Son of God.

My heart rejoices and my soul is grateful.
My mouth shall sing praise unto thee.
Thy name is a strong tower.

My life was bought, with the price of thy blood.
You have prepared for me this day.

Let me rejoice and be glad.
Walk with me where I trod.
 Keep me from harms way.
 
Create in me the likeness of you.
Birth in me the person you intend me to be.


God Grant Peace
To all my dear friends.  
Written 07/18/1996

May the Lord shine his countenance upon you,
Visit your days with blessing.
May his spirit sing to you from the wind
.
May God camp angels about you.
May he soothe your heart's pain?
May the Lord lighten thy heavy load,
That you may walk your path in peace?
May his love bare you up on wings of love?
May you drink from his well of living water?

May the wind beneath his wings bare you up, 
When the storms of life pull you down,
May his eyes be forever upon you,
As the road you walk is rocky?

May his ears be open to your beckon call?
May he answer you with speed and concern?
At the end of your journey may he say?
                              Welcome home, my true and faithful servant?









Hide behind A Smile
Written 05/04/2001

Each day I pray; God shine your countenance upon me. 
Hide my pain behind a smile.
Loneliness awakened, I must fight for joy.
The heartaches, tears overflow my eyes.

Tonight, I can't hide behind a smile.
Family seems distant; Lord I have no friend like you. 
I'm like an island in mid waters. 
You said they'd not overflow me.

To your safety I run, hide me behind a smile.
In silence my heart cries.
No one can hear the grieving heart but you.
Tomorrow, may I hide behind a smile once more?
 
I've given most my life healing others pain, just to see a smile.
I'll lay my burdens at thy feet and hide behind a smile.
Lord I have but one request:
When I lay to rest, place a smile upon my face.

I feel I've had little to give, so let me give just one more smile.



                                                








                                                       I prayed A Prayer for You

Written 03/03/1995

This morning as I prayed,
I thought of you dear friend.
I called out your name, 
For God to remember you.

In all of your distresses, 
You may have sickness or great loss.
Maybe you need to know you have a faithful friend?
I think of you from time to time.

I ask God to be with you.
So look up to the heavens,
From there comes your strength.
Cry unto the Lord, from him comes your help.
Hide within your heart, words of promise true.
With faith, you’ll overcome
Life's hardest storms.






Just Another Day
Written 08/15/1997

The morning has arrived.
The birds feed out side my door.

Someone’s eyes is still on the sparrow.
Mercy a new has risen with the dawn,
creating the winds of A new day.

Life and death sores the winds.
Someone's fate is bound in silver threads.
Secrets opened as the day gives its gifts.

The eye of God is as the eagle seeing all.
He nests upon the highest point.
His eyes see the lowest valley.
He searches hearts in all their hiding places.

He sees the king’s high seat,
Watches over the homeless ones on the street.
He watches life enter and death makes an exit.

I ask but one question,
As I sit in the shadow of his wings,
What does this day hold?










Keep On Traveling This Road

To those who are weary and tired. 
  Written 03/15/2002

For many long years I've traveled this road.
Weary and tired, Time spent on my knees.
I've spent time in the valley.
Many times I have fallen but love lifted me.

The road has been narrow and rocky by far.
For many long years I've traveled this road.

A voice ascended from a far.
Come child don't give up this crown.
Don't stay in the valley where the wild Lilly grows.
Move on up the mountain and drink from my fountain.
You can grow weary and tired but travel on up this road.

Come sit in the shade of the tree of life.
Cool your feet as the crystal river flows.
For many long years you've waited. 
So keep on traveling, the end is so near.









Look At Me Now

Written 04/29 /1992

I used to be a sinner.
My life had no meaning.
God found me, saved a wretch like me.

Now I walk a new path, one I can be proud.
The old man died and a new one reborn.
I own a mansion in heaven.
This old house on earth is for a short time.

Down here, I walk on concrete.
In heaven, there are streets of gold.
Here I sleep in a man made bed. 
In heaven, I'll rest on green pastures of love.

I've never seen my saviors face maybe soon I will.
Jesus gave his life on Calvary. 
His blood washed me clean
.
I used to be a sinner, now I'm saved by grace.
One day I'll leave this Old World.
Heaven's glory, I will see.
I used to be a sinner but Jesus pardoned me.



                                                                   


                                                                    Morning Light

Written 08/14/1999

As I lay upon my bed, 
I give thanks for the day that's passed.
As I sleep,
 Angels wake me with the morning light.
Watch my feet where they trod.
Let me walk with God this day.

Open my ears that I might here,
Thy guiding words of life.
Let not these lips shut.
Let me witness of love of your love

 Please open these eyes that I might see,
The needs of others through the day.

Fold my hands in precious prayer,
 To pray for others all around.
As daylight passes and night comes once more, 
Angels guard me and
Wake me with the morning light.



                                                                 




                                                                    My friend Jesus

Written 04/03/1993

When tossed around and the sea of time bruises my heart 
I look to him who rides the wind;

I look to him to rescue me
When nights are dark and lonesome comes to near.
He hears me when I cry.

Night becomes as day, 
When he soothes my weary soul.
Coldness becomes as warmth
 As his hand reaches mine.

A hedge he puts around me as angels encamp round about.
When I know not direction, 
He shines his light my way.
He disciplines with love to lead and guide
.
When poverty comes to my door, 
He gives me of his wealth.
He causes the heathen to give me all I will ever need.

When my foundation is shaken, 
His word is the rock I stand upon.
I have inherited the earth for my own possession.
I will not loose or ever be without for
Jesus is my friend and I will talk to him.


                                                     My last Prayer for Today

Written 1 /17/1997

I fold my hands in precious prayer.
I must say, my last prayer for the day.

It is night and I must rest.
I lay in wait for the morning’s light.
Angels guard me while I rest.

Hold my hand and stand by my bed.
Wake me at the dawn.
Bring to me God's loving grace,
That I may enter this new day.

As I sleep bring close to me
visions of heaven and angels at play.

Keep my soul and guard my heart,
For this is my last prayer for today.



                                                                      










                                                                        My Mountain

Written 07/13/1996

When I stand upon my mountain and look back down the hill,
I see paths winding and I know my savior's near.
So I just want to thank him for victory's I've won.

With his hand in mine we've walked many miles.
Over rocks and through rough streams my savior held my hand.
So I just want to thank him for victory's I've won.

With my savior’s peace and love I will always run.
I'll tell you of his ring I wear and of his crown so fair.
I'll tell you of his hand I've held for no man he's ever failed.
So I just want to thank him for victories I’ve won.

His eyes are love his hands are soft and warm.
He bathed me with his mercy and bought me with his blood.
So I just want to thank him for victory's I've won.



                                                                      Needing A Friend

Written 06/13/1995

Lord come sit with me this morning.
Listen as I talk to you.

They say a friend is faithful, kind and true,
the one you tell your troubles to.

Lord I have no friend like you.
I enjoyed my sleep last night as angels watched my bed.

I woke with reason to believe you have a purpose for me.
I see that this morning; you kissed the earth with dew.

Lord I miss my children it seems there always gone.
I ask you as I pray to watch them with your heavenly care.

Keep them in your loving arms.
Whisper in their ear; don't forget to call your mom.

Kiss their brow and let it feel like mine.
When they wake to morning’s light,
let them praise you for your love and for the day in hand.




                                                           






Past, Present, Future 
 Written 03/30/1994
Tonight I lie in restful sleep.
I wait for the dawning of tomorrow.

If it should come, 
It will be today without promise.

Yesterday is gone.
There is no calling it back.

I must live a lifetime in today for yesterday
It is now my past.

I must do all the good I can and
live the best I know how.

I have no promise of tomorrow and
this day is yet uncertain.

If by the grace of God I should enter a new day.
I will thank him for his grace.

Yesterday passed but tomorrow is not promised. 
Today is uncertain for us all.

Thank God for the moment that
you hold in your hand.


                                                                  




Precious Today
Written 01/17/1988

Today I have awakened and a new day has dawned.
No stronger am I than the day gone by.
Today holds new trials of its own.

I made it through yesterday but caught here in today.
Faith in salvation brought the saving of my house yesterday,
So one day at a time, I put my trust in you.

Each day God's love reaches out with daylight to kiss the Earth.
Yesterday is forever gone but today my Lord has made.

Tomorrow is only my dream so I will rejoice and be glad. 
 In but a moment this earth-suit could fail
Then I'd stand, to give and account for all my days gone by.








Sleeping

Written 04/15/1986

Mom and Dad are sleeping.
Their work here on earth is done.

They have no more sickness any more pain.
They walk with the angels on streets of gold.
                            
They stand by A river so clear and so wide.
They wear white robes Made especially for them.

A crown of life they now get to wear.
They've seen the face of Jesus, one I want to see.

They've seen heavens light and beauty untold.
Their mansions now are ready and their home now to stay.





                                                                        


Strong Man

Written 03/18/1996

Jesus is my strong man he reached way down for me.
When I am weak he is my strength.
I must follow in his footprints.

Angels encamp about me and he's my best friend.
In sadness he sends joy to lighten my heavy load.

When my burdens I cannot carry he moves it far from me.
In looking for direction he lights my path.
Knowing GOD is to know eternal-life.
I don't serve him for he's to busy serving me.

He feeds me portions of bread each day.
Desert is love, happiness and joy.

I serve my fellow man with spoonfuls of faith, 
Dishes of love and a glass of his promises
At night my head is filled with dreams of his kingdom.
One day I'll see him, Jesus my strong man.



                                                               




Thank You Lord
11-15-2001

Thank you lord for the beauty of the mountains.
Thank you for the thunder that rolls.
Thanks you for the breeze of silence.

Thank you for the flowers that bloom.
Thank you for the streams that flow.
Thank you for the ocean's rage.
Thanks for the eye of the storm
.
Thank you for the moon 
Thank you for the stars and the suns great light.
Thank you for my life today.

Greatest of all, 
Thanks for the blood you shed for me.



                                                                               






Thanks

To all my poetry readers, thank you
6-8-1992.

Lord take my hand and walk with me,
Through my sorrows and roughest pain.

Make me glade for rain as well as sun shiny days.
Make me thankful for the glittering dew.

Thanks for the snowflakes upon my windowpane.
Thanks for the wind the way it brushes my hair.

Thanks for the sunshine upon my face once more.
Thanks for the glitter the sun leaves upon a snow covered field.

Thanks for the stream that flows and never finds an end.
Thank you for the valleys where simple things are seen.

Thank you for the mountains where tall trees grow.
Thank you for the meadows where soft grass grows.

Thank you God, for the good you see in me.







                          The Rose among the Thorns

Dedicated to a great friend, Margaret Murphy

I am the rose-God sent to bloom in your life long ago.
I was your adopted daughter and friend.

God allowed me to help weather your storms.
I've stood among the thorns of hardship, loneliness and despair.

I've tried to make sure life's sunshine you would always find.
 I am so grateful to have known a flower so beautiful and divine.

You are the dearest friend I've ever known.
Your loveliness will grow and exist from this world to the next.

The days we shared made me strong.
Without you I am left to weather life's hardships alone.

That is why I say I've been your rose among the thorns for many years.
I learned to love you as a precious mother and friend.
God gave me you when he took mine.




                                                                   







Today's Prayer

Written 10/13/2002

Upon rising to a new days breath, I repent.
I come short of your glory.
Love sustained me.

Angels build a hedge about me.
Let me enjoy the day at hand.
I have no promise tomorrow will come.

Let grace overshadow me and mercy abides with me.
Crown me with patience and let me sing praise in wind.
Let my reward for today be joy.

Before my feet let temperance trod.
Let kindness abound for this is today's request.












Valleys
Written 04/09/1989

I count my trials a blessing for they draw me close to God.
With only a mountaintop to enjoy,
I may lose sight of the beauty of the valley. 

I crave the sight of the crocus and lilies of the valley.
In my darkest valley it seems the sun shines the brightest.

In the valley it seem that the water of life flows freely.
Quietness soothes my soul and 
I gain strength to climb the high mountains.

In the valley I must look higher to find the glittering stars.
Whether in the valley or upon the mountain
God is always by my side.


                                                                   







When I Am Gone
When I am gone, 
 My flesh dwells with Mother earth
then will I begin to live.
I will be free from pain;
Healing will be forever my friend.

When I am gone,
 Remember faith, 
It was the fountain I drew from daily.
My work here will cease;
 the fruits of love I shared will never fade away.

When I am gone 
Don’t weep for me but ask God to give you grace.
Lend A helping hand and do well to every man.
Love your enemies and God will love you.
Feed the poor and help the weak.

When I am gone
Really I am not, 
For I will have only been changed in form.
I will live on forever.

When I am gone
I shall gained grace and mercy.
I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever 
for God taught me how to live.











Why Worry

Written 04/25/2003

The night is quiet and sounds of silence fills the heart.
The day is done my last prayer lingers upon my lips. 
I know not what the next will bring.
 
I will not worry for its fate my God hold.
As the morning sun fades the dark I will rejoice and be glade.

Life is as a flower kissed with honor to stand in God's shadow.
His eyes are upon me and his love overshadows me.
His ears are open to my cries.
 
He has preformed a marvelous work of art of in me.
I was created in his image and in him I move and have my being.
I shall be prosperous through all my days.

I shall not look back to regret yesterday.
My feet are ordered to walk in his perfect will.
 I will not worry nor shall I be afraid for his light is in me.






Blessed Of God

4-09-04

Blessed is the man that walks in the counsel of holiness.
His delight is the law of God.
He is like a tree planted by a river of eternal life.

He will bring forth fruits to feed many.
He that does the Lords work will increase in his ways.
Blessings follow the children of God; his steps are straight
.
He that fears God serves him with a trembling heart.
God is the lifter of my head and I praise only him.
As I sleep God sustains me. 
God sets aside those that are his.
He hears my cry and answers with concern and mercy.

















RELIGION
                                  


A Bride in Wait

Written 09/01/1999

Jesus is my fortress, a rock of security.
His name is the key to his kingdom.

My robe his righteous.
My shoes are peace.
 Joy is my strength,
My heart sings of his praise.
His ears are open to my prayers.
My tears he dries by his word.

I live with his promises.
In the garden of my heart we walk.
In silence I here his voice
.
He is the tree of life and I but one branch.
As he prunes me, I bring forth fruit in his likeness.
I am a bride in wait of his coming.
By his side I seek to spend eternity.







A Caring Father

Written 06/15 /1986

God is my fortress and my strong tower.
Angels watch over me my every step.
He is a father so faithful, meeting my ever need.

When the weight of burdens are too heavy
he carries them for me.
As I kneel before him my tears flow like rain.
He brings sunshine to dry all my tears.

Upon his shoulders I hang my heavy load.
His ears are always open to hear when I call.

He will never judge me harshly. 
With forgiveness, he calls me his child.
Sometimes I wonder how can he be so patient.
I make so many mistakes.

I thank you father for caring.
I thank you father for the patience you have.
Most of all I thank you father for your forgiving grace.











A wondering Soul

Written 07/12/1997

From afar I came, living in a strange land.
Peculiar some say, heirs of a king.
No end, no beginning, wisdom by his side.

God created earth.
Grace paid the price.
Mercy was granted and his blood redeemed me.

I was crowned with life and a Battle was won.
Adorned with righteous, I wear shoes of peace.
Longing to go and stand by wisdom’s side.

Stars I own the moon and the sun's great light.
The son awaits marriage to his bride.
Adorned in white, I will takes his vows.
”.
We are wondering souls that are in wait.
                       Never from his side we'll leave “The Bride of Christ
                                                                        





                                                                    Abiding Faith

Written 04/22/1995

Heaven seems so far away.
Alive today, I am glad to be.

I listen as you speak to me,
In many of your ways.
I felt you as you touched me and woke for today.
Last night you winked at me by twinkling in the stars.
I felt you as you passed by me, wind across my brow.
I heard you sing as the birds woke the morning.
I heard you in the silence as I bowed to pray.

Heaven seems far away,
Alive today I am glad to be

Your smell is the fragrance of the flowers.
Heaven seems so far away.
But close to me, you will always be.
You're the greatness of the sea, rain and sunshiny days.
You are the friend I will always need.
Lord help me keep “abiding Faith”.

Heaven seems so far away,
Alive today I am glad to be.





Angel of Light

6-20-2004 for Haley a little friend with Cystic Fibrosis

God spoke, an angel of light he made.
Purpose he had for A little flower of love
.
Little angel, your name is Haley,
A little bud of love.
Wrote her name, in the Lambs Book of Life.

Life doesn’t always seem fair.
Sometimes a bud needs rain.
Troubles you may have. 
Beside you, I will always be
.
I gave you a smile and pretty face to glow.
I let you make people happy and
Soothe aching hearts.

Earth, I allowed you to visit so give a little hope.
Your prayers, I will always hear.
I feel your pain and aching heart.
Little angel, each day I made for you.

Each day brings you closer to me.
Until I need your light in heaven,
I'll let you sparkle here on earth.

My little angel, one day will be, 
A beautiful flower, in (The Master's Bouquet).

l





Blessed
Written 01/09/1999

Blessed are they, 
Who walk in the ways of the Lord.
His paths are made straight, a highway of Holiness.

His word is life.
His promises hedge him about.
The earth is his inheritance.
Angels watches over him.

The Lord rides the winds about him.
Blessed is he, who seeks him for he shall find him.
In every color of the flower he exists.

He is the Lilly in the valley and
upon each mountain the Rose of Sharon.
In each herb he is the power of healing.

He walks upon the roaring sea.
He is the eye of the hurricane, peace.
Blessed is the man whose door he knocks upon.
More blessed is he who opens unto him,
For eternal life, that man will gain.







Can you See God

Written 10/26/2001

In the silence of stars on a cold winter's night across endless skies,
Can you see God?

In the glitter of a new babies eyes,
Or a smile across a small face,
Can you see God?

In clouds as angel wings move the wind Softly across the sky,
Can you see God?

In rain that turns to snowflakes,
That brushes against your face.
They become a tender touch of a master’s hand.
Can you see God?

On a warm summer’s day as the breeze brushes your hair,
Like the hands of a sweet mother love.
Can you see God?

In the sweet morning light as she bows to the moon,
Her warmth covers a rose to dry up the dew.
Can you see God?


                                                                                   


Christ
Written 02/08/1987

Glory is to the Lamb of God.
He is who was and is to come.
Blessed be his name, it is a strong tower
. 
The righteous runs into it and they are safe.
He was the lamb so humbly slain.
He made us heirs of his kingdom

He gave us earth for an inheritance.
We rule and reign as kings and priest.
May his honor ring throughout the earth.

Let voices be heard in the wind, singing of his grace.
He hung the sun and moon.
He came to earth to dwell with men.

He gave to man salvation’s plan.
He made his abode in the hearts of men.
He bought us with the blood he shed.

He made us the head, not the tail.
Who has accepted his saving grace?
Jesus is his name.







Conversation with Jesus
Written 12/28/2000

You made my heart white as the driven snow.
You made love a river to flow from me.
You filled my soul with joy from a spring of living water.

My soul rejoices and my life overflows with gifts.
To others I give and my reward is salvation.
Though valleys I trod, my path is peace.

Satan laughed in my face of despair. 
You let you sore like the eagle above the laughter.
I’ve walked through valleys and been weakened by hurt.

You have been my friend faithful, always by my side.
You handed me flowers
As I reached the mountains top and I rejoiced.

In the mist of my storms you gave me a song.
When trials were like stone you ca