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Christian Poetry Contest
(Everybody Wins)
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hurting.
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Joseph J. Breunig 3rd jjbreunig3@maine.rr.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Nothing Gold Can Stay --------------------- Standing at the threshold of Death's ultimate door, my last gasp escapes me... As I've never experienced before. Into the Heavenly realm I ascend in wonderment, now housed in an incorruptible body and thankful that from sin I did repent. Standing in God's throne room freed of all Earthly flesh, my spiritual essence is energized and feeling fully refreshed. Now gathered unto my Savior, unencumbered reality is more than it seems; for to be in His Presence is my accomplished dream. Having been given my kingly reward, in these times of everlasting days, willfully I set my crown at His feet. For upon my head, nothing gold can stay. Joseph J. Breunig 3rd Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joseph J. Breunig 3rd jjbreunig3@maine.rr.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Nothing Gold Can Stay --------------------- Standing at the threshold of Death's ultimate door, my last gasp escapes me... As I've never experienced before. Into the Heavenly realm I ascend in wonderment, now housed in an incorruptible body and thankful that from sin I did repent. Standing in God's throne room freed of all Earthly flesh, my spiritual essence is energized and feeling fully refreshed. Now gathered unto my Savior, unencumbered reality is more than it seems; for to be in His Presence is my accomplished dream. Having been given my kingly reward, in these times of everlasting days, willfully I set my crown at His feet. For upon my head, nothing gold can stay. Joseph J. Breunig 3rd Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joseph J. Breunig 3rd jjbreunig3@maine.rr.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Nothing Gold Can Stay --------------------- Standing at the threshold of Death's ultimate door, my last gasp escapes me... As I've never experienced before. Into the Heavenly realm I ascend in wonderment, now housed in an incorruptible body and thankful that from sin I did repent. Standing in God's throne room freed of all Earthly flesh, my spiritual essence is energized and feeling fully refreshed. Now gathered unto my Savior, unencumbered reality is more than it seems; for to be in His Presence is my accomplished dream. Having been given my kingly reward, in these times of everlasting days, willfully I set my crown at His feet. For upon my head, nothing gold can stay. Joseph J. Breunig 3rd Author, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Kehinde Shobukonla kenshobi@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Don’t Let People See Your tears day and night Don’t let people see They’ll not understand, but bite So, don’t let people see Your grief and agony Don’t let people see ‘Twill overthrow the faith of many So, don’t let people see You’re disappointed or frustrated? Don’t let people see Of suicide, you could be tempted So, don’t let people see Even your kind deeds Don’t let people see Lest men’s applause replace God’s So, don’t let people see.
Kehinde Shobukonla kenshobi@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Don’t Let People See Your tears day and night Don’t let people see They’ll not understand, but bite So, don’t let people see Your grief and agony Don’t let people see ‘Twill overthrow the faith of many So, don’t let people see You’re disappointed or frustrated? Don’t let people see Of suicide, you could be tempted So, don’t let people see Even your kind deeds Don’t let people see Lest men’s applause replace God’s So, don’t let people see.
Kehinde Shobukonla kenshobi@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Don’t Let People See Your tears day and night Don’t let people see They’ll not understand, but bite So, don’t let people see Your grief and agony Don’t let people see ‘Twill overthrow the faith of many So, don’t let people see You’re disappointed or frustrated? Don’t let people see Of suicide, you could be tempted So, don’t let people see Even your kind deeds Don’t let people see Lest men’s applause replace God’s So, don’t let people see.
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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.
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
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site
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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site
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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 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)
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
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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
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
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!"
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!"
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 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
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
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.
Jack Miller
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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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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
meleta hand hand9262@bellsouth.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site A simple little wooden trough where the animals were fed Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth
meleta hand hand9262@bellsouth.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site A simple little wooden trough where the animals were fed Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth
meleta hand hand9262@bellsouth.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site A simple little wooden trough where the animals were fed Once filled with hay and swaddling cloth
meleta hand hand9262@bellsouth.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site A simple littele wooden trough
Jakpa, Oritsegbemi Emmanuel jakorematyahoodotcom I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 jakorematyahoodotcom I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 born_large@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 born_large@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 seacherryblossom@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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
Jacquia Moody Jasnine@excite.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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 jtemplin@bellsouth.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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
Louvenia RoseCampbell lrcamp@bellsouth.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site 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).
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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 carved them to size.
There’s not a place your hand can't reach.
All I can say is,
Lord you've never let me down.
From A Cross to A Crown
Written 09/17/2002
Lord what have I to give unto thee?
A Tabernacle of flesh and bone I yield.
Had it not been for a rugged cross I would be lost.
You took a cross and gave me a crown.
Instead of judgment I received grace and mercy.
The gift you gave me was prosperity, health and wealth.
Today I look through eyes of love.
I hear through ears of understanding.
My hands reach out to give;
You took a cross and gave me a crown.
My cries are for you to make me in thy image.
God you are the creator.
I am but clay in a potter’s hands.
Make me a vessel of honor.
May I stand proud in thy kingdom?
From a sinner you created a saint.
From a cross you gave a crown.
Creation
To God is the glory
Written 02/16/1997
One day in time earth had no form.
Darkness lay throughout a universe.
God spoke, light came,
Separated the two, called it night and day.
Water he split and formed a pretty sky.
He gathered waters together,
The dry land, he called Earth.
With whispers of love, plants began to grow.
Heaven so beautiful should never be alone.
In the air he placed all the flying fowl.
Waters of cold, he gave fish to comforted her.
Earth was lonesome;
he gave her creatures to roam upon the soil.
All together they harmonized but God was still alone
.
With creative hands he took clay then formed it in his image.
A friend he needed so he made the first man.
Man was lonesome so from his rib, he took the first bride.
By command he gave the gift of life,
Children to call their own.
Part of dad and part of Mom, a circle completed.
Creation was finished.
God said this is good.
God and Man
Written 03/21/1999
The earth is God's footstool.
Heaven is his throne.
Man is his creation.
There is not end or beginning to our God.
He rides the wind,
Walks upon the sea.
God breathes through every man.
His eyes are the stars,
Looking over all earth.
Man is a living soul,
Wrapped in flesh, made of earth.
Created by God's hands.
Independent beings, Free moral agents.
We have a choice, believe in God or
Sin and be lost.
Who, but God
Written 04/27/1996
Who but God can number the stars
Or count the grains of sand?
Who could know the depth of the sea
or the weight of mountains?
Who can measure the width of the heavens
or know where to place planets?
Who knows the distance
between heaven and earth?
Who knows the degrees of the sun?
Who knows the cubic feet of the earth?
Who can catch the wind or put rain in a cloud?
Who can gather waters together and form a sea?
The waters of earth flow into the sea,
But God never allows it to increase.
Who can make a man from clay?
Who can go with us through death
then meet us on the other side?
How great you are
Written 01/22/2000
In silence I sit and my soul sings.
Lord, how great you are.
I marvel at the height of the mountains.
The valleys are scented with the perfume of herbs.
I wonder at the birth of a child, perfectly, God formed us all.
I gasp at the beauty of a rainbow.
How great you are.
I look to the heavens; from there comes strength.
The heavens are well set working together to form a perfect day.
The sand of the sea he has numbered.
How great you are.
You have counted the hairs upon my head.
The earth you created and blessed with beauty.
You decorated the heavens with lights.
My heart rejoices.
Oh Lord, how great you are.
I Am But One Soul
Written 03/07/2001
I am but one soul trapped within an earthen vessel.
Troubles come, I wonder, why was I born?
Do I have purpose as I stand in my place?
I feel mistakes are all I've made.
I reach for happiness and sadness appears.
Laughter turns to teary eyes in search for joy of the heart.
Prosperity flees, poverty fills my hands.
I try to pray and the heavens seem like brass
.
I look in the mirror but
I fail to see an unfinished product started in my mother’s womb.
I am but one soul
Who wonders of there worth?
I was born for God's purpose and not my own.
Now I have happiness and sadness runs away.
Prosperity surrounds me, poverty and me I can't find.
Now as I pray angels sing aloud.
I am not finished
But I know one thing for sure,
I am a product.
I am but one soul
Being made perfect by the master’s hands.
Just For Today
Written 06/05/1996
Lord, make your light shine upon my path.
Kiss the dawn with morning light.
Let thy mercy reach out for me.
Help me except the contents of this day.
As I awake let thanks be my first words.
Keep my mind on things of good.
Help me live in perfect peace.
Let all things work to my good
for I have sought thy ways.
As my feet begin to tread
Walk with me lest I fall.
Guide my direction
That trouble is not in my way.
Let thy sight be that of mine.
Let me see no defeat but find victory over all.
Bridle my tongue
Let harsh words escape from me.
Let the poor stand not in need.
Let my heart reach out to thee.
Grant me truth
So those with little knowledge may learn from me.
Guide my feet toward heaven
And let hell not opens her gates
.
If the death angel comes
Let my sins be blotted out.
Let heaven welcome me an eternal home
Made by thin own hands.
Little Shepherd
Written 07/08/1997
A man of God sleeps in the earth.
He taught us of God's love.
He made us want to live right.
A man of God life has passed.
Two working hands are now at rest.
It broke our hearts for him to go.
A man of God now walks on streets of gold.
He taught us how to walk on earth.
When you left you didn't go alone.
A part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
Thank God for little shepherds;
Those that love the sheep.
A man of God so precious
Was almost like a dad.
Man of God you just rest
.
We will walk with Jesus
Just like you taught.
We'll live our life the best we can
for we must wait our turn.
Prayer of the Righteous
Written 10/28/2000
Behold Jesus is King of Heaven and Earth.
He is Wonderful, Counselor the Almighty.
His mercy anew embraces each dawn.
Encamped about are his angels
.
His name is a strong tower in it safety is found.
Each morning his throne is visited with prayer.
Sins are erased, by blood he shed.
He anoints our head with fresh oil.
Joy is plentiful and our hearts are filled with happiness.
Let his mind be in us to perform his works.
Let our eyes see visions in his spirit.
Let our ears here whispering tones of his calling.
Cleanse the mouth that it may not curse.
Encourage the heart to help those in need.
Let our feet not falter but stand in good works.
Let eyes like an eagle watch over us
.
Let the winds of thy spirit soar about us.
Come to us with healing in thy wings.
Let all things work to our good
For your purpose we were born.
The Bride Awaits
Jesus is coming for his bride.
She is adorned and been made ready
.
Salvation covers her head for
She is bought by the price his blood.
A robe of pure white he has given her.
Her eyes hold compassion for her fellow man.
She hears his commands
With joy she witnesses of how he keeps his word.
Nothing good has she done
To deserve such a one.
He sends her gifts from his storehouse above.
Her breast he has hidden
With his righteousness so fine.
A sword of bright array
Has placed within her hand.
Her loins he has girded
With truth that he is God.
With peace she spreads the gospels
Matthew, Mark, Luck and John.
He's preparing her a place
For where his is she will be also.
If it were not true
He would have told her so.
In a short while a wedding will take place.
Encamped about
the angels keep her as she waits
.
His love overshadows her
And it shines upon her narrow path.
His hand is forever guiding her
To that perfect eternal day.
The keeper of man
Written 07/26/1994
When in trouble call unto the Lord.
He's the keeper of the wind,
Maker of the rain.
He is a sea walker and
Watches every ship that sails.
He lightens the days and darkens the night.
Twinkles the stars and soars the universe.
He kisses the mornings with dew.
Walks upon the highest mountains.
He is keeper of the soul of man.
Judge of every man on earth
.
In his word we find mercy.
In him we find hope.
His love is everlasting
with no end no beginning,
A circle is in motion.
A savior he will always be.
He’s a keeper of the soul of every man.
Two Embrace
Written 08/08/1998
Miles are between,
The heavens and the earth.
There seems to be no distance
As I begin to pray.
As I pray
The clouds all move away.
Where they go
I will never know.
With burdens lighter
I'm free as A breeze.
Heaven comes closer when
Prayer soars the air.
Heaven spreads her arms
Earth comes to her side.
Since I am between
Close I feel to both.
As heaven kisses Earth
My needs are then met.
As these two embrace
My sins are then erased.
God made them far apart
So we would have to pray.
Together they can never
Be till we begin to pray.
Bring the two together
Let them touch a while.
For when we pray they embrace.
He made them miles apart
The heavens and the earth.
When we begin to pray
It’s then they embrace.
God brings them together
While we talk to him.
Our burdens are for a reason
It’s then we talk to God.
Upon The Battlefield
Written 12/06/1999
Upon the battlefield we meet
With sword and shield in hand.
Trials come to rule our life
Reasons we know not why.
Upon this battlefield we sing.
Faith and hope brings troubles to end.
Ask and you shall receive
Seek and you shall find.
All things are possible
To them that believes.
With water raging
Our master guide we call.
God is our shield
Upon this battlefield.
Our ship cannot be sank
For guide us safely ore.
The morning brings mercy.
We bath in sunshine at thy feet.
Cries upon this battlefield go not unheard.
The apple of God's eyes
We will always be.
Upon this battlefield we stand.
Upon this battlefield we wait
for the battle has been won.
SEASONAL
The Season’s Circle
Written 03/22/1995
Winter cold
With its songs in wind are gone.
Snowbirds lift their wings and have flown
.
Mother Earth smiles
And the snow crocuses are birthed.
Signs of spring are seen
As soft gentle breezes begin.
Daffodils wave from the fields.
Stream flow and rain are falling.
Earth gives her best to us once again.
The sap is rising and trees are
Budding flowers blooming.
Earth is reproducing all over again.
Summer is next to take her place
And breathe her heat upon our faces.
Children will play, laugh and sing.
Happy with life, Earth is again
.
Sadly she waits for fall
When it all starts over again.
Spring Is Birthed
Written 03/12/1996
Winter breaks and bleeds through the earth.
Feel the soft breezes of spring on the horizon.
Be right still and listen
You can hear whisperings of life beneath the soil.
Roots are breaking through earth
They are rising upward to the light.
A new day dawns.
Earth's heart beats with the warmth of the sun.
Winds are soft
As the trees bring forth new growth.
Be right still and listen.
Can you hear sounds of seed beneath the soil?
They’re bursting forth
Twisting and pushing through the earth.
Spring is here and plants must rise.
Can you hear the earth give birth?
New life births within the earth
Just beneath your feet.
Summer Passed
Written 09/09/1996
Summer Passed
And autumn faces us once more.
Summer's heat upon our face is gone.
Autumn brings her cooling rains.
Plants will die with the setting of frost.
We'll cover the pools and bring in flowers.
Earth will slowly fall asleep.
Mountains will transform
Into a coat of many colors.
It will shock eyes
When the magic of winds puts earth to sleep.
Summer passed and fall is here.
Winter will keep her snuggled in bed.
Visions of winter
Prepares Earth for spring.
Summer we'll enjoy
With warmth upon our faces once more.
Autumn's Glory
Written 10/06/1998
Autumn's glory visits us once more.
Frost covers the ground.
Chilly breezes blow.
Colors of her glory show.
Leaves blow round and round.
A crown of frost signals for the lowering of the sap.
The mountains burst forth in flaming beauty.
The colors of her gown, red, orange, yellow, and brown.
Her hand is as a magic wand,
Waved to cool the summers day.
No artist or poet could ever express
The beauty of this season's gown.
Slowly her coat of many colors
Will fade to brown and gray.
Winter's winds will open the gate and
She will escape.
Autumn’s Beauty
Written 09/24/1999
Fall is upon us and earth's beauty we share.
Rain's, chilly breeze and darkened skies we watch.
The Leaves are browning
And falling all around.
Plants dying and fodder drying.
Pumpkins ripen on the vine.
Their Good for baking holiday pies.
The Smells of stew fill the air.
Thanksgiving is near;
I can all but smell Grand-Ma's sweet apple pies.
Scenes of red, orange, yellow and brown,
In yards and gardens all around.
Leaves flying round and round
Gives warning that
it's time for earth to sleep,
To wait for winter to finish her course.
Sweet Autumn
Written 04/14/1989
Mercy a new embraces the dawn.
The sun kisses the earth.
Permission was granted for a new day dawns.
Rain softly falls
.
Winds breathe chill.
The earth is cooling.
Trees are undressing.
We witness the changing of earth's gown from
bright rays of sunshine to faded falling leaves.
Red, yellow, orange and brown are colors of her gown.
Her perfume is the smell of all the fall flowers.
She graciously moves,
She whistles through the pines.
I know her when I see and feel her.
Her name I’ll never forget,
Sweet Autumn.
Magic Of Winter
Written 12/18/1997
To our surprise heaven dropped a little Holiday delight.
The magic of winter brought the falling snow.
Fields were white with not a footprint in sight.
The beauty was awesome.
Excitement hit the hearts of children.
Let's build a snowman.
The magic of winter brought them to play.
Let’s resurrect that snowman.
He will have a fat big tummy with a firm round head.
We’ll give him eyes of coal.
He can't speak a word or move not an inch.
He stands here alone in the falling snow.
His name never changes so he must be the same man.
We'll call him, "Frosty" the snowman”
.
Though he's a man of ice we know.
He melts the hearts of those passing by.
He gives the adults joy in remembering,
The snow and play filled days.
He can not stay very long
For with the smile of the sun, he must go.
With the magic of winter and children at play,
He will be back next year
to stand in the falling snow.
Winter's Cold
Written 11/11/1998
Brisk winds of winter blow.
Snowbirds feed outside the door.
The mountains are bare.
They are yielding very little food for animals.
Fields are brown.
The squirrel is hiding his acorns and nuts.
The bear is hibernating,
He will wait for winter to pass.
The rabbits are playing in the open fields.
They will watch for new growth to appear.
The trees are nude and waiting for a new dress.
Fields are frozen.
There is no sign of life for the turning plow.
The gardener waits for the time to plant.
When winter passes the earth's heart
Will beat from the warmth of the sun.
The glory of spring will rise from the valleys to mountaintop.
New life will be everywhere.
Animals will be grateful and man will be thankful.
The creator has performed for us a beautiful work of art.
Holiday Delight
Written 12/07/2000
The frost thickly sets.
Stars brightly shine upon us.
The cold is nipping at our nose.
Thanksgiving feasts are over.
The fireplace is cozy.
We enjoy the last piece of pumpkin pie.
The trees are bare except for the pine.
Deer run from the hunters as the hawk gives his call.
The animals hide from winter's cold.
Snow flurries blow against the windowpanes of home.
The smells of cookies fill the house
.
Mom asks for Santa's list.
Stockings are hung in wait for Saint Nick.
Christmas trees are blinking.
Children's faces are glowing.
Christmas carols warms our heart.
Shoppers search for the right gifts.
Faces are smiling and hearts are happy
We’re celebrating the birth of Christ.
The old year passes as the new one begins.
Christmas Gift
Written 12/15/1996
Celebrating Christmas is a joyful time of the year.
We are too busy giving gifts to remember just what it means.
Merchants are making money and having parties.
It was the time Christ was born, a gift to every man.
His journey was to make the world a better place.
Christmas is not our brand new toys
, Chocolate candy or worldly things.
It's the time Christ was born.
He brought joy which men sing of.
He was born of a virgin, clean and undefiled.
Shepherds watched the heavens.
They saw guiding lights from God.
The stars guided and they found him at his birth.
Heavens star pointed to a stable for in a manger he lay.
He slept with animals and stable clothes he wore.
His mother was joyful for her time had came.
She delivered a savior to this world.
She stayed in a stable for there was no room at the inn.
She lay upon the cattle hay and birthed the Son of God.
All heaven listened and angels sang at his birth.
Heaven sent to us the best.
The Son of God was sent.
Men were out of control.
Heaven had to send someone.
Men are still falling.
We have we forgotten the day of his birth.
NATURE
Morning’s Glory
Written 10/10/2000
Morning stretches across the horizon.
She dries the dew by the beauty of her light
.
Her breath is the gentleness of the breeze.
The clouds are her eyes looking across the heavens.
Her ears are like the wind the hearing secrets of our heart.
She carries the fate of each day.
She watches good and evil at war and
The birthing of children every where.
She sees as death captures a soul and
has power over darkness.
God created her to rule the day so
she is a miracle.
Each heart should be joyful and the mind happy for
each day is different from.
To all that embrace her she is a gift of life.
She rises bringing forth the dawning of a new day.
Sounds Of the Morning
5-21-02
To nature lovers.
Joy I have greeting the day a new.
With coffee and sweet rolls outside I go.
I hear sounds of nature that are sweet to the ears.
Woodpeckers pecking and hawks calling.
The hummingbirds find honeysuckle a delightful meal.
Blackbirds gather in cornfields while the bluebirds call for their mate.
Rabbits and groundhogs feed on clover while tending their young.
Bees buzzes gathering nectar from the plants.
Finches look for a place to build their nests.
The deer births young in the thicket of the woods.
Red birds rest upon the fence searching for food to feed the young.
The sounds are delightful as a new day begins.
Creation is in motion.
Short are men's lives as vacation in a paradise.
Generations pass but the circle of seasons goes on.
Should we stop and smell the roses or
pick a flower, for the one we love.
A new Day Dawns
Written 10/26/1997
As morning comes before us
She takes a precious bow.
Darkness slips aside
as she waves her robe of bright array
.
She walks across our mountains
and flat lands we call earth.
Her teardrops of dew glisten,
As the sun shines upon our grassy fields.
She rides with the wind
and sings the earth a song.
Her breath is as a sweet perfume
as she watches earth's flowers bloom.
Her tears fill our rivers and streams and
bring our sweetest dreams.
So spread your arms oh "Morning"
and Push away the dark.
Fill our hearts with love light,
So we can live just one more day.
Alike In Beauty
Written 06 /16/ 1994
People and flowers alike
come from seed planted in earthen vessels.
Alike they are as clay
Fashioned by potter’s hands
.
People and flowers alike
Are ancestors of the soil.
Both were sent on a mission,
To grow and bring forth it's own kind.
They stand before the master
in wonder of there worth.
Only one determines the season of death for
there is a time to live and a time to die.
Sacred to the master they are for out of each
He has fashioned a bouquet of intense beauty.
Both are gathered at harvest by his hands
for people and flowers alike
came from a creator’s heart.
Beautiful Mountains
Written 07/14 /1991
I've been on vacations and seen many states.
The flat lands are pretty
but the Appalachian Mountains are beautiful.
The spring births the flowering trees and shrubs.
The mountains burst forth into a coat of many colors.
God perfumes the valleys with herbs and Honeysuckle.
The pine is a fresh smelling savor
.
In the fall colors are heavenly.
Leaves turn from green to brown, yellow, red and orange.
The mountains burst into flaming beauty
at the wave of the master’s hand.
Like magic winter speaks and earth begins to sleep.
It's then the fireplace is cozy.
Outside is a winter's wonderland.
I do believe
The hand of God carved the Appalachian Mountains.
Where Angels Wings are felt
Written 11/23/2000
When my mind is troubled and sad,
Away to the mountain I go.
The air is clean and the breeze is sweet.
It is then angel wings are felt
.
Butterflies are plentiful and colors are many.
The sunlight makes its way through the trees as morning is birthed.
Its then angel wings are felt.
A huge Oak stands tall
And I feel good as I sit in her shade.
On top of the mountain
The breeze brushes my hair.
A kiss of peace is left upon my cheek
As my tears softly fade.
Its then angel wings are felt.
The Whippoorwill calls its mate
As others sing and play.
The frogs greet the shade of the evening
With there mating calls.
All is happiness on top of the mountain.
It is then angel wings are felt.
Like Flowers
Written 07/09/1999
Like flowers in a garden,
We must live and grow.
Some are short and some are tall.
Some are light, some are dark.
Some are wild and some are tame.
Like flowers in a garden,
The harsh winds of time breaks us down.
Like the pedals of a flower bending in the rain,
Our limbs weaken from age.
Like flowers in a garden,
Our life is for a season and
then we must return to the earth,
Like the rose in yonder spring
.
Yes like flowers in a garden,
we all must live and die.
The creator must bring forth new,
To replace those gone on before.
Like flowers in a garden,
All things must come to an end.
LOVE & FAMILY
Memories in the Dark
Written 11/17/1997
The night with quietness
Brings back old memories.
Nothing is as lonesome
As a house that holds no family.
Each room holds memories
Of pictures of way back then.
Sitting in the dark remembering
The souls that this house once cradled.
You can hear voices at the table
And cries in the dark.
Every squeak in the floor births new memories.
The many shoe sizes at the door are gone.
There's no unmade beds or dirty dishes.
The lid is on the peanut butter and jelly jar.
Blessed is the night
For she seems to own the sleepless ones.
As you sit in darkness
The night tells her stories of way back then.
A Real Daddy
Written 04/25/2003
God took the strength of an angel
And gave it to a man.
He took the warm summers sun
To glow within his eyes.
He took his money and
Gave him a heart of gold.
He filled his heart with wisdom
To give direction to our life.
He took his tears and gave him
A weeping heart to wash away our pain.
He gave him faith to show me hope.
He gave him patience to endure his family's needs.
He made him in his own image and call him a father.
He gave him to me be my very own daddy.
Mommy
To all the loving mothers. Written 01/04/1988
What makes a mommy special?
Where should we start?
Maybe at birth,
When she almost gave her life for mine.
Maybe when she held me and
Counted all my fingers and toes.
Maybe when I felt her breast so warm as she held me close.
Maybe the time I saw her face glow
As she held me close to hers.
Maybe when I hear her tender voice when I was in distress.
Yes moms are special in their very own way.
It's easy to remember the times she showed you cared
By the glow upon her face.
Maybe when she opens the door to see it was only I.
Mom I'd like to share with you this secret.
I love you,
just as much, as you love me.
Silver Box
02/12/2000
I didn't have much money but
I saw this little silver box.
So clean and white inside it was.
It looked like such a special gift.
I wanted to give it to someone special.
.
It was too small to put all that
I would like to give to you inside.
I thought of all the memories
We've shared as man and wife.
So,
I just said I love you,
I left it their inside.
I'll never be perfect
Though I wish I knew how.
A beauty queen, I will never be.
But
oh the joy you make me feel,
When you say, you’re still a good-looking woman.
Years ago you stole my heart;
where you keep it,
I I'll never know.
Maybe you can store it,
In this little silver box.
Call Of Love
To my husband Calvin 11/19/2001
The day is wintry and the snow blows in the wind.
Come sit by the fire and lets watch blue blazes rise.
Lay your head upon my breasts
And feel warm passion birth
.
Kiss my lips and press my breast to yours.
Hear the silence that love leaves behind.
Lets embrace as the fire consumes the logs.
Let the flames of love overtake us.
Whisper sweet love in my ear and let bare skin touch.
In Your eyes I see reflections of a gold band placed years ago.
Our eyes weaken as we embraced.
Flesh intertwines as one as only the darkness watches.
Silver threads and golden needle
Bind these hearts together as one.
Our bed becomes a memorial
Of love shared through many years.
My Love
To my husband Calvin 11-19-2001
Come walk with me down memory lane.
Reminisce of days of old
Once, we were fair and young
And life was full of fun.
We waited with joy to still away.
We burned both ends of the night.
The flame of love was strong.
We craved each other’s kiss.
We felt the thunders of two heart twain.
Flesh to flesh we had desire to caress.
Days went by and children I birthed
They were heirs of your name.
The fire of love still burns and
though the head is white
our love is still young.
Dearest Love
05/12/1998
My dearest Love,
A man like you is hard to find
You have given so much but ask for so little in return.
You've stood by me when my heart others broke
.
You listened to my complaints when no other Cared.
You have helped me to know
Without disappointment I could never know hope.
So dear I am glad to own your love.
I must say thank you for loving me.
How lost I would be without you in my life.
Love, kindness and understanding you have given to me.
I know our hearts were joined as one.
You've dried my tears and
helped carry my heavy loads.
It's no wonder I've loved you so long.
If I had life to live over then
I would love you all over again.
Lonesome Widow
Written 03/18/1997
Somewhere in the country sits a gray haired old lady.
Snowflakes gently blow against the windowpanes of home.
She reminisces back over her life.
Years ago she had a handsome young man and
it seemed then life would never end.
The cool winds of autumn blows
As she looks out upon a hill.
Her love lays resting with only
A blanket of flowers keeps him warm.
His beloved placed them there.
Seems she is left here alone
Like an island in the stream
She relives memories over and over again.
Her hair of brow has turned
As frost was sent from year to year.
.
Each room of the house
Holds memories of love and kids at play.
Her life is fading
Like the rose in yonder spring.
She's exiled from family and friends.
She rises with the dawn
To relive memories over again.
Circle of life
To my only son, James Calvin.
10/24/1996
James is like his Dad, not to tall, not to short,
A bit tender, and not to tough
.
Brown sandy hair and hazel eyes.
Part of mom and part of dad.
Good little worker in school he was.
He made good grades and he played the drums
.
He married quite young just like his dad.
He strives hard like dad.
It's not easy to bring home the bread.
I do believe those words came from dad
.
Familiar sounds James often hears
Just as his dad before him.
A tender little voice,
Saying daddy I'd like to be like you.
I have brown sandy hair, and hazel eyes.
I’m not too short and not too tall.
I am a bit tender, and not too tough.
Daddy, I'm your little girl.
Sounds hit the air like;
Honey watch the baby.
The car needs washed
The grass needs cut.
She has a doctor's appointment.
I may be a daddy again.
I'm proud, I'm broke
But I must buy those cigars.
I'm a little tender and a little tough
But a whole lot tired.
Goodness (I'm like my Dad).
My Rambling Rose
To My eldest daughter Kimberly Rose 01/02/2001
One day in June a Beautiful rose was born.
These were the words I heard after hours of pain; it's a girl.
A rosebud was placed in my arms.
With one glance, I knew you were my rambling Rose.
Your beauty was stunning and your smell was so sweet.
I held you close for like thorns your birth pierced my flesh.
So close to death I came for I gave birth to a rose.
My life was spared to take home a beautiful flower.
It seemed you always fought to keep from coming into my world.
Protected by God your name means.
Climbing and running you are just like a rambling Rose.
You can’t have a Rose with out the thorns.
Sunshine or rain, you love them both.
You depend upon your beauty for others to see.
My lovely Kimberly Rose your beauty will someday fade.
And the maker of the rain will number your days.
My Crystal Dawn
Dedicated to my youngest daughter Crystal Dawn.
2-23-2000
Tonight I find I cannot sleep.
I sit in the quiet of the night.
Blazes rise in the fireplace.
I wonder, where did the years go?
One early morning in July,
A new baby cried.
To me it was a crystal dawn,
So there you got your name,
My Crystal Dawn
Written: 7- 21-2002
.
The pain was gone and the morning was bright.
They handed you to me and as I held you close
I counted all your fingers and toes finger as I had each child before.
Gods work was done but mine had just begun.
She had dark curls and eyes of blue.
A little angel sent down from above.
Looking up to heaven I thanked God one more time
.
I said, God don’t go too far cause
I might need you on down this road.
It may not always be this easy to hold her in my arms.
When I kiss her pain away please make sure it doesn’t return.
Help me with direction so I can help her find the way.
Your first word was good.
I said yes, you are good for God sent you here.
When you took your first step
I knew the next would shortly come and
Soon you would walk alone.
It hurt to see you grow so fast.
You were my last baby to hold and cuddle in my arms.
Now you are grown with babies of your own.
Did you follow your mother’s footsteps?
Did you count those little fingers and toes?
Do you kiss their pain away?
When you tuck them in at night,
Does a little tear come trickling down when
You get a little hug or kiss?
Do you treasure it to keep?
The older they get, the less they give.
Take each one and treasure it with care.
For soon they will be grown and gone
And you will be left alone.
God's Choice
To my husband: whom I love so dear.
Written 11 /13/1999
If in time the death angel calls and
I will walk life’s road alone.
I will live in memory lane.
I will walk life's road alone.
If I should need a little strength then
I will stop and call out your name.
An angel will carry it through
the winds and across heaven's shore.
If in time your name be called and
I will walk life's road alone.
I will think of you when I see a deer
or hear a turkey call.
In the spring I will think of you
when life is new and fields are green.
As I smell the fragrance of herbs then
I may stop and shed a tear,
just for you my dear.
Grand-Children
To my grandchildren.
Written 08/29/2000
Grandkids come to visit.
They would like to stay
A big hug is hello.
A kiss is good-bye.
We look to identify the fingerprints left behind.
They won't be little long.
Age will move them all.
Their smile is our happiness.
Their cries we will always remember.
Their visits are sunshine on our cloudy days.
Chocolate we give them.
They wear more than they eat.
Seems God gave us a second chance to remember,
It is the little things that matter most.
Chocolate faces running for the car.
A wave of good-bye leaves two happy hearts.
Daddy
Written 1/ 21 /1999
Often you're in my thoughts and always in my heart.
You taught me good morals and proved to me you cared.
We have shared happy moment
For you knew just what to say.
You have always made me feel important and
wished for all my dreams to come true.
My burdens I never had to carry alone so
I would like to say thank you Dad for being there.
I've loved and cherished each moment we have shared and
I'd like to say, happy birthday Daddy.
May all your birthday wishes be granted and
may blessings be given you
So many you can't receive?
Can you See Love
Written 06/16/1999
I ask, can you see love?
This morning I saw a rose.
Dewdrops were on the grass and
a warm breeze dried the dew.
I ask, can you see Love?
A rose dropped a pedal
As it waved in the wind to the morning.
I ask, can you see love?
I met a butterfly and
so softly it kissed a daisy.
Our visit was lovely and its colors were beautiful.
He flew away with some pollen.
I ask, can you see love?
I saw the sunrise as
to tell the earth hello.
The sun gave a warm kiss
As if to say good morning
I ask, can you see love?
This morning I saw love.
Dancing With Time
To all my elderly friends.
Written 05/27/1997
I once was young but now I am old.
My eyes that were sharp dimmed with age.
My voice once loud is now to soft to sing in the choir.
My hands once so strong weakened with time.
My Feet t hat was swift are crippled from days gone by.
My hair of brown has turned to light and gray.
A heart that beat with vigor and speed has
weakened with worry and trouble through time.
My mind, that was sharp and quick to think
now it is hard to remember anything.
My back once strong weakened from work and heavy load.
My flesh was once smooth has wrinkled with age
.
It's hard to except, for my spirit feels young.
It happens to the best of us for nothing stays the same.
The youth with their vigor and speed
must dance with time you see.
The music of time slows us down and
time takes its toll on every soul.
Time will go on dancing
but we must take a seat.
Sisters
Written 11/27/1997
Life kissed me with lots of love
for I have Three sisters.
The oldest has a big heart; she tries to look after the rest.
The second is sweet and loving and she teaches us self-control.
The third is a little kooky and witty but very compassionate.
She makes us laugh and brings us happiness for she is the baby.
They mean the world to me.
We give to one another hope, understanding and support.
God knew I would need lots of love
So he gave to me,
The dearest sister’s heaven had to offer.
Dream Baby
Written 06/07/1996
Dream little baby dream.
Dream of the angels and their harps of gold.
Dream of the God who made you and gave you eyes so blue.
Dream little baby dream.
Dream of the gates of heaven and the streets of gold.
Dream of all you left there to come live with us.
Dream of the form God gave you so sweet, kind and true.
Dream little baby dream.
Dream about your Mom and Dad and their love for you.
Sleep beside your sister and brother
but dream little baby dream.
God Holds the Precious Flowers
To Linda and Richard the parents!
Written 04/19/1996
Sister had a son and Richie was his name.
We learned of his sickness, no cure was found.
Cystic Fibrosis was a disease so hard to fight.
Each day was a battle more than he could handle.
Day after day more tired he became as
we watched and prayed his days softly faded.
To beg God to let him stay would not wise.
So in God's hands we placed him.
His Mom said: he was Gods before he was hers
He was just a baby almost five
But he prayed the day the angel came to take him home.
A short time he lived but oh the memories he left behind.
A precious little heart stopped beating and
two playful hands began to rest
.
Our heart was broken as he entered heaven's gates.
He went to bloom in the master's garden.
And there he will wait for his family and friends
for God holds all the precious flowers.
Home place
To all those who think about home.
Written 06/23/1998
Somewhere an old house stands
in a field of weeds and shrubs.
Her windows were eyes we looked out of.
Family and friends have worn her floors.
Her walls are now faded where
Pictures of our childhood hang.
Her doors of security have fallen and
the fire is gone out in the fireplace.
Mom and Dads long talks have ceased
For they have moved to their new home on high.
Winters cold fills her rooms
As heaven tears rot her floors.
Strangers look upon her so sadly they must say.
If this old house could speak oh the stories she could tell.
Her backyard is filled with memories
of all our play filled days.
A little hill lies behind her as
she watches Mom and Dad at rest.
My secrets she will always keep
as she stands alone in that field of weeds and shrub.
If in Time
To my loving husband, with love.
Written 09/06/1999
If God calls me home and you are left to walk alone.
You will hear my name
each time you see a Rose in bloom.
As you walk the mountains
the wind will be my presence.
Smell the dandelion and wild daffodils then
pick one for me and call out my name.
Earth will replace it,
a flower, from you to me
Face the wind and blow to me a kiss
for an angel will carry it
across heaven's shore to me.
If you want to visit me
just close your eyes and dream.
It is then; I will visit with you.
I will kiss your lips one more time and
with every beat of your heart
I will be close to you.
Love Expressed
Written 12/02/2000
Love's beauty is as a gown of white purity,
flowing like a waterfall.
Her glow is like a diamond that comes from deep within.
Her likeness is as the first glance of the ocean.
Her emotions are calmness yet wild and raging.
Her reflection is as sunlight dancing across a lake.
Her sparkle is like a sapphire in the eyes.
Her radiance is as sunshine upon a face.
Her perfection is as a flower bathing in morning's dew.
Her color is that of promise like the rainbow.
Her sound is the medicine of laughter.
Her depth is deep as the ocean.
Her width cannot be measured.
Her band is golden, a never-ending circle.
Her joy is expressed, when two personalities
connect as one.
Mother's Day Visit
Dedicated to my precious mother 04/27/1996
Mother, I came to bring you flowers on this day.
The fragrance is heaven sent
just like you were to me
.
The pedals are beautiful like you always were
the roots are strong,
Like the bond you have with me.
God gave you a little seed and let it grow inside you,
As it grew, it became me.
Through the pain of birthing me,
You loved me oh so much.
You listened to the cries I made and
you knew just what to do.
As I grew you played, laughed and cried with me.
As I learned to walk, it was your hand I held.
Your love is very special, A treasure in my life.
Now; I'm a mother and I hope I can be all you were to me.
This is why; I come to visit your grave
here on mother's day.
My Grand-Pa
Written 07/31/1998
I know I have a temper, I like to talk allot.
Mom and Dad taught me to talk, now they say be still.
Teacher said, speech was important.
Principal said, speak when you are spoken to.
If I must say good things then teach me what to say.
You say I must grow up but why can you not grow down?
Oh, I need to know a lot.
I'll just ask Grand-Pa.
Grand-Pa, who made the sky blue?
Who placed the stars?
How come animals can't talk and frogs can't walk?
Why is grand-Ma shorter than you?
Blue was God's favorite color, just like your eye.
Animals can talk; you just can't understand them.
Frogs can walk; they just jump to get little boys attention.
Grand-ma's shorter cause grand-pa needed someone to lean on.
Grand-Pa took the time to talk to me.
He taught me many things.
That’ s why, I never shall forget, my Grand-Pa.
My Mother, My Friend
Dedicated to Christine Smith, my loving mother.
Written 02/16/1985
I have a dear friend and
the name I need not say
.She's always been there,
Even from day one.
When I need to talk or maybe take a walk,
She I can rely upon.
Yes my MOM, she doesn’t mind to listen.
She listens to all my complaints,
She helps me when I am burdened.
She never tells the secrets that I share with her.
God gave me this dear friend and
picked her out especially for me.
She gives me strength to go on in hard times.
She pulls me from the arms of disappointment.
She gives me hope and to go on.
A precious ray of sunshine, a loving mother and friend.
I never get tired of our talks.
When we part,
I always feel a whole lot better.
My Special Someone
Written 02/16/1999
As the day begins I give thanks
for a special someone
.If there was but one face to see in this life
it would be no other but yours
I would want to see.
If there were but one smile, it would be
yours that make me the happiest.
If there were one hand to hold,
yours would be the warmest
.
If there was but one touch I could feel,
I would long for only yours.
If there was but one love,
then you must be mine.
We must never part,
for you are the special someone,
In this life of mine.
Never Gone
Written 05/18/1989
Somewhere a graveyard lays
filled with family and friends.
Their faces I no longer see but
their memory will always be.
The sparkle their eyes are gone.
Laughter, I no longer hear.
Short talks and little spats have ceased.
Gatherings now are forever passed.
Photographed in my mind, forever I will see.
Their good deeds, I never shall forget.
I'll always be reminded,
The way they walked, talked and laughed.
A memory they are to me
And their life will always be.
Incased within my heart and mind, I love them so,
My family and my friends.
Our House
Written 01/29/1998
This old house was once filled with noise and kids at play.
Friends and cousins spent the night.
The smell of popcorn filled the air.
The bathroom door open and shut
.
Our phone was always ringing.
When the table was set we laughed, talked and ate.
The girls would do the dishes and quarrel at ever plates.
Laundry baskets full, ready for another wash.
Pizza boxes filled the trash
.
Now the kids are grown, and Mom and Dad are alone.
Grand kids come to visit and they would like to stay.
The many shoe sizes are gone that set by the door.
The dishwasher does the dishes and never says a word.
This old house is lonesome now but memories she holds.
Here is where our kids grew up.
Here, is where we must grow old.
Mom and Dad!
Our Children
Written 07/19/1989
Children are gifts from God.
Happiness shared in a blanket of warmth
.Joy shared in two lover lives.
One is like mom and
another is like dad
.
Each is different in their very own way.
Look in the mirror reflections you will see.
Two lovers share the sweet gifts of life.
God gave children to make our life complete.
Thank God for all the little things in life.
Nothing is sweet as children,
Yes dear yours and mine.
Our Love
Written 10/16/1996
True love is a treasure so fine.
With miles between us there's no distance in our hearts.
As I think of you I can reach out and always find.
Without your love complete I could never be
.
God joined our hearts to be as one.
Your smile is engraved in the wall of my heart.
Your voice is my triumph of victory.
Your touch is soft as a dove on a warm summer's night.
Your breasts are my pillows of ease.
Your eyes are my windows of love.
Your lips are sweet as the honeycomb
Our home is a dwelling place of peace
Our bed of love is to be remembered.
Our children are heirs of the love we shared.
Nothing could equal our love,
yes dear yours and mine.
The Coalminer
Written 07/13/1997
I was born a coalminer's daughter.
raised to be proud in the heart of a billion-dollar coalfield.
Dad worked hard slaving underground and
for him to complain there was no need.
He had six kids to he raise on a coalminer's pay.
He never had a fancy car, just a little Chevy truck.
Dad never had a college education but
he sure knew how to bring home the bread.
He fought for the union, one to be proud.
He never owned a coalmine but one sure owned him.
When payday came he didn't have much money left
.
Christmas's and birthday's were sometimes bare.
We loved him allot but I'm sure he loved us more
for he proved it each time he went underground.
True Love
Written 06/09/1998
True love is as an endless night.
Eyes were blue as summer’s skies
. Love was greater as the hair turned white like snow on winter’s day.
A locket was worn around the neck in honor of their youth.
A picture of both was inside.
They shined for each other like the noonday sun.
Their love was as an endless night.
They filled each day with desire to go on.
As heaven watched truelove was made.
With love they held each other close.
Tenderness filled two hearts with love.
They cuddled like angels, borrowed for a night.
They had but one desire that was to please each other.
Love was found like they had never known with
Passion to hear the beat each other’s heart.
Nothing was between them except the dark.
Love burned the night like a candle.
With ragging passion true love was made and
A family made them complete.
Come and Gone
Written 03/05/2003
Many years have come and gone.
There have been many ups and downs.
The love in our life has grown.
In our 20's we were Mom and Dad.
In our 30's we thirsted for time alone.
In our 40's we became grandparents.
In our 50's we are alone.
The children are grown and gone.
Many years have passed
but our love has always grown.
We Are Left To Dream
To my children
. 01/19/1995
Our children are growing, soon to be adults.
We must turn loose, what this does to our hearts.
We can't help but wonder what each day will bring.
God holds the future; we are left to dream.
We fear turning loose; the world is a great place.
Your play days are over; your workdays begin.
We hope we've done enough to lead, teach and guide.
We watched you grow, watched you change.
We saw your tears, happy and sad.
We saw you dirty as well as clean.
We saw you nice as well as mean.
You're not perfect but almost to us.
God knows the future; we are left to dream.
When you feel we're old fashion or maybe in the way.
Remember, the times we pardoned you, when you were under foot.
God knows the future; we are left to dream.
Words
Written 05/14/1998
Words are treasures when spoken in kindness.
They’re a keepsake that’s written upon the table of ones heart.
You will always remember the one who spoke them.
Words spoken in love turn away wrath from a heart of hate.
Words are creative or destructive.
They build friendship or make a lifetime enemy.
Words create happiness or sadness carried an in the heart.
If you feel you have little to give then give a kind word
.
It will be made a treasure or wound carried a lifetime.
Words are weapons for they bless or curse.
From the heart your mouth speaks.
May your words stay tender, kind and true for
they bring life, happiness and abundance while living?
AMERICA
America's Pride
Dedicated to our troops
04-11-2003
A soldiers love is a treasure indeed.
Their goal is to protect and keep America safe.
Miles may be between family and friends
But still there’s no distance our in mind.
As we think of freedom, we're reminded of those towers that fell
.
Without our brave troops, happy we could never be.
God joined our hearts together and we shall stand as one.
We're proud to be Americans where triumph and victory rings.
We live in peace and treasure strength.
Our homes are safe, a dwelling place of peace.
Our children are heirs of peace, love and wealth.
Blood was shed and money well spent to protect and keep us safe.
The soil cries out for those lost in battle
And we raise Americas flag once more.
Hearts are heavy as we see our young men marching off to war.
We stand and sing "The Star Spangled Banner”.Our minds are deep in thought as dark clouds of war remain.
Yesterday is history, today special but tomorrow we wish upon.
God bless America.
God bless America once more.
America The Great
Written 11 /07/ 1997
Each day in fierce wonder our heart cries bitter tears.
America, What happened to your fear?
What happened when we fail to pray?
Our flag waves to a land so free.
How sad it makes my heart when they burn your stripes.
What happened to great morals, when me of war bleed and died?
Freedom was taken for granted and we were spoiled with great riches.
We call evil good and good we call evil.
It hurts to know we've fallen so far.
Babies are plucked from the mother’s womb, without a chance to live.
Innocent blood is shed before they shed a tear.
We mocked God’s great plan.
We took from off our walls the written laws of God and
replaced it with idleness and sin.
We hand our youth a condom, and tell them to go play.
We are lost sheep grassing in a plentiful land.
We boast of all our knowledge but so little do we know.
America needs a cleansing and it must come from on high.
Psalms From The heart.
These first pages are dedicated to the Lord God Of my life.
Thanks for the inspiration of love
That you have placed in my heart.
Thank you for the gift of poetry you have
Placed in my heart to encourage others to
Live a life to be favored in your sight.
***NOTE: This page will be the BACK COVER. ***
Louvenia RoseCampbell
lrcamp@bellsouth.net
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site
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).
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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 carved them to size.
There’s not a place your hand can't reach.
All I can say is,
Lord you've never let me down.
From A Cross to A Crown
Written 09/17/2002
Lord what have I to give unto thee?
A Tabernacle of flesh and bone I yield.
Had it not been for a rugged cross I would be lost.
You took a cross and gave me a crown.
Instead of judgment I received grace and mercy.
The gift you gave me was prosperity, health and wealth.
Today I look through eyes of love.
I hear through ears of understanding.
My hands reach out to give;
You took a cross and gave me a crown.
My cries are for you to make me in thy image.
God you are the creator.
I am but clay in a potter’s hands.
Make me a vessel of honor.
May I stand proud in thy kingdom?
From a sinner you created a saint.
From a cross you gave a crown.
Creation
To God is the glory
Written 02/16/1997
One day in time earth had no form.
Darkness lay throughout a universe.
God spoke, light came,
Separated the two, called it night and day.
Water he split and formed a pretty sky.
He gathered waters together,
The dry land, he called Earth.
With whispers of love, plants began to grow.
Heaven so beautiful should never be alone.
In the air he placed all the flying fowl.
Waters of cold, he gave fish to comforted her.
Earth was lonesome;
he gave her creatures to roam upon the soil.
All together they harmonized but God was still alone
.
With creative hands he took clay then formed it in his image.
A friend he needed so he made the first man.
Man was lonesome so from his rib, he took the first bride.
By command he gave the gift of life,
Children to call their own.
Part of dad and part of Mom, a circle completed.
Creation was finished.
God said this is good.
God and Man
Written 03/21/1999
The earth is God's footstool.
Heaven is his throne.
Man is his creation.
There is not end or beginning to our God.
He rides the wind,
Walks upon the sea.
God breathes through every man.
His eyes are the stars,
Looking over all earth.
Man is a living soul,
Wrapped in flesh, made of earth.
Created by God's hands.
Independent beings, Free moral agents.
We have a choice, believe in God or
Sin and be lost.
Who, but God
Written 04/27/1996
Who but God can number the stars
Or count the grains of sand?
Who could know the depth of the sea
or the weight of mountains?
Who can measure the width of the heavens
or know where to place planets?
Who knows the distance
between heaven and earth?
Who knows the degrees of the sun?
Who knows the cubic feet of the earth?
Who can catch the wind or put rain in a cloud?
Who can gather waters together and form a sea?
The waters of earth flow into the sea,
But God never allows it to increase.
Who can make a man from clay?
Who can go with us through death
then meet us on the other side?
How great you are
Written 01/22/2000
In silence I sit and my soul sings.
Lord, how great you are.
I marvel at the height of the mountains.
The valleys are scented with the perfume of herbs.
I wonder at the birth of a child, perfectly, God formed us all.
I gasp at the beauty of a rainbow.
How great you are.
I look to the heavens; from there comes strength.
The heavens are well set working together to form a perfect day.
The sand of the sea he has numbered.
How great you are.
You have counted the hairs upon my head.
The earth you created and blessed with beauty.
You decorated the heavens with lights.
My heart rejoices.
Oh Lord, how great you are.
I Am But One Soul
Written 03/07/2001
I am but one soul trapped within an earthen vessel.
Troubles come, I wonder, why was I born?
Do I have purpose as I stand in my place?
I feel mistakes are all I've made.
I reach for happiness and sadness appears.
Laughter turns to teary eyes in search for joy of the heart.
Prosperity flees, poverty fills my hands.
I try to pray and the heavens seem like brass
.
I look in the mirror but
I fail to see an unfinished product started in my mother’s womb.
I am but one soul
Who wonders of there worth?
I was born for God's purpose and not my own.
Now I have happiness and sadness runs away.
Prosperity surrounds me, poverty and me I can't find.
Now as I pray angels sing aloud.
I am not finished
But I know one thing for sure,
I am a product.
I am but one soul
Being made perfect by the master’s hands.
Just For Today
Written 06/05/1996
Lord, make your light shine upon my path.
Kiss the dawn with morning light.
Let thy mercy reach out for me.
Help me except the contents of this day.
As I awake let thanks be my first words.
Keep my mind on things of good.
Help me live in perfect peace.
Let all things work to my good
for I have sought thy ways.
As my feet begin to tread
Walk with me lest I fall.
Guide my direction
That trouble is not in my way.
Let thy sight be that of mine.
Let me see no defeat but find victory over all.
Bridle my tongue
Let harsh words escape from me.
Let the poor stand not in need.
Let my heart reach out to thee.
Grant me truth
So those with little knowledge may learn from me.
Guide my feet toward heaven
And let hell not opens her gates
.
If the death angel comes
Let my sins be blotted out.
Let heaven welcome me an eternal home
Made by thin own hands.
Little Shepherd
Written 07/08/1997
A man of God sleeps in the earth.
He taught us of God's love.
He made us want to live right.
A man of God life has passed.
Two working hands are now at rest.
It broke our hearts for him to go.
A man of God now walks on streets of gold.
He taught us how to walk on earth.
When you left you didn't go alone.
A part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
Thank God for little shepherds;
Those that love the sheep.
A man of God so precious
Was almost like a dad.
Man of God you just rest
.
We will walk with Jesus
Just like you taught.
We'll live our life the best we can
for we must wait our turn.
Prayer of the Righteous
Written 10/28/2000
Behold Jesus is King of Heaven and Earth.
He is Wonderful, Counselor the Almighty.
His mercy anew embraces each dawn.
Encamped about are his angels
.
His name is a strong tower in it safety is found.
Each morning his throne is visited with prayer.
Sins are erased, by blood he shed.
He anoints our head with fresh oil.
Joy is plentiful and our hearts are filled with happiness.
Let his mind be in us to perform his works.
Let our eyes see visions in his spirit.
Let our ears here whispering tones of his calling.
Cleanse the mouth that it may not curse.
Encourage the heart to help those in need.
Let our feet not falter but stand in good works.
Let eyes like an eagle watch over us
.
Let the winds of thy spirit soar about us.
Come to us with healing in thy wings.
Let all things work to our good
For your purpose we were born.
The Bride Awaits
Jesus is coming for his bride.
She is adorned and been made ready
.
Salvation covers her head for
She is bought by the price his blood.
A robe of pure white he has given her.
Her eyes hold compassion for her fellow man.
She hears his commands
With joy she witnesses of how he keeps his word.
Nothing good has she done
To deserve such a one.
He sends her gifts from his storehouse above.
Her breast he has hidden
With his righteousness so fine.
A sword of bright array
Has placed within her hand.
Her loins he has girded
With truth that he is God.
With peace she spreads the gospels
Matthew, Mark, Luck and John.
He's preparing her a place
For where his is she will be also.
If it were not true
He would have told her so.
In a short while a wedding will take place.
Encamped about
the angels keep her as she waits
.
His love overshadows her
And it shines upon her narrow path.
His hand is forever guiding her
To that perfect eternal day.
The keeper of man
Written 07/26/1994
When in trouble call unto the Lord.
He's the keeper of the wind,
Maker of the rain.
He is a sea walker and
Watches every ship that sails.
He lightens the days and darkens the night.
Twinkles the stars and soars the universe.
He kisses the mornings with dew.
Walks upon the highest mountains.
He is keeper of the soul of man.
Judge of every man on earth
.
In his word we find mercy.
In him we find hope.
His love is everlasting
with no end no beginning,
A circle is in motion.
A savior he will always be.
He’s a keeper of the soul of every man.
Two Embrace
Written 08/08/1998
Miles are between,
The heavens and the earth.
There seems to be no distance
As I begin to pray.
As I pray
The clouds all move away.
Where they go
I will never know.
With burdens lighter
I'm free as A breeze.
Heaven comes closer when
Prayer soars the air.
Heaven spreads her arms
Earth comes to her side.
Since I am between
Close I feel to both.
As heaven kisses Earth
My needs are then met.
As these two embrace
My sins are then erased.
God made them far apart
So we would have to pray.
Together they can never
Be till we begin to pray.
Bring the two together
Let them touch a while.
For when we pray they embrace.
He made them miles apart
The heavens and the earth.
When we begin to pray
It’s then they embrace.
God brings them together
While we talk to him.
Our burdens are for a reason
It’s then we talk to God.
Upon The Battlefield
Written 12/06/1999
Upon the battlefield we meet
With sword and shield in hand.
Trials come to rule our life
Reasons we know not why.
Upon this battlefield we sing.
Faith and hope brings troubles to end.
Ask and you shall receive
Seek and you shall find.
All things are possible
To them that believes.
With water raging
Our master guide we call.
God is our shield
Upon this battlefield.
Our ship cannot be sank
For guide us safely ore.
The morning brings mercy.
We bath in sunshine at thy feet.
Cries upon this battlefield go not unheard.
The apple of God's eyes
We will always be.
Upon this battlefield we stand.
Upon this battlefield we wait
for the battle has been won.
SEASONAL
The Season’s Circle
Written 03/22/1995
Winter cold
With its songs in wind are gone.
Snowbirds lift their wings and have flown
.
Mother Earth smiles
And the snow crocuses are birthed.
Signs of spring are seen
As soft gentle breezes begin.
Daffodils wave from the fields.
Stream flow and rain are falling.
Earth gives her best to us once again.
The sap is rising and trees are
Budding flowers blooming.
Earth is reproducing all over again.
Summer is next to take her place
And breathe her heat upon our faces.
Children will play, laugh and sing.
Happy with life, Earth is again
.
Sadly she waits for fall
When it all starts over again.
Spring Is Birthed
Written 03/12/1996
Winter breaks and bleeds through the earth.
Feel the soft breezes of spring on the horizon.
Be right still and listen
You can hear whisperings of life beneath the soil.
Roots are breaking through earth
They are rising upward to the light.
A new day dawns.
Earth's heart beats with the warmth of the sun.
Winds are soft
As the trees bring forth new growth.
Be right still and listen.
Can you hear sounds of seed beneath the soil?
They’re bursting forth
Twisting and pushing through the earth.
Spring is here and plants must rise.
Can you hear the earth give birth?
New life births within the earth
Just beneath your feet.
Summer Passed
Written 09/09/1996
Summer Passed
And autumn faces us once more.
Summer's heat upon our face is gone.
Autumn brings her cooling rains.
Plants will die with the setting of frost.
We'll cover the pools and bring in flowers.
Earth will slowly fall asleep.
Mountains will transform
Into a coat of many colors.
It will shock eyes
When the magic of winds puts earth to sleep.
Summer passed and fall is here.
Winter will keep her snuggled in bed.
Visions of winter
Prepares Earth for spring.
Summer we'll enjoy
With warmth upon our faces once more.
Autumn's Glory
Written 10/06/1998
Autumn's glory visits us once more.
Frost covers the ground.
Chilly breezes blow.
Colors of her glory show.
Leaves blow round and round.
A crown of frost signals for the lowering of the sap.
The mountains burst forth in flaming beauty.
The colors of her gown, red, orange, yellow, and brown.
Her hand is as a magic wand,
Waved to cool the summers day.
No artist or poet could ever express
The beauty of this season's gown.
Slowly her coat of many colors
Will fade to brown and gray.
Winter's winds will open the gate and
She will escape.
Autumn’s Beauty
Written 09/24/1999
Fall is upon us and earth's beauty we share.
Rain's, chilly breeze and darkened skies we watch.
The Leaves are browning
And falling all around.
Plants dying and fodder drying.
Pumpkins ripen on the vine.
Their Good for baking holiday pies.
The Smells of stew fill the air.
Thanksgiving is near;
I can all but smell Grand-Ma's sweet apple pies.
Scenes of red, orange, yellow and brown,
In yards and gardens all around.
Leaves flying round and round
Gives warning that
it's time for earth to sleep,
To wait for winter to finish her course.
Sweet Autumn
Written 04/14/1989
Mercy a new embraces the dawn.
The sun kisses the earth.
Permission was granted for a new day dawns.
Rain softly falls
.
Winds breathe chill.
The earth is cooling.
Trees are undressing.
We witness the changing of earth's gown from
bright rays of sunshine to faded falling leaves.
Red, yellow, orange and brown are colors of her gown.
Her perfume is the smell of all the fall flowers.
She graciously moves,
She whistles through the pines.
I know her when I see and feel her.
Her name I’ll never forget,
Sweet Autumn.
Magic Of Winter
Written 12/18/1997
To our surprise heaven dropped a little Holiday delight.
The magic of winter brought the falling snow.
Fields were white with not a footprint in sight.
The beauty was awesome.
Excitement hit the hearts of children.
Let's build a snowman.
The magic of winter brought them to play.
Let’s resurrect that snowman.
He will have a fat big tummy with a firm round head.
We’ll give him eyes of coal.
He can't speak a word or move not an inch.
He stands here alone in the falling snow.
His name never changes so he must be the same man.
We'll call him, "Frosty" the snowman”
.
Though he's a man of ice we know.
He melts the hearts of those passing by.
He gives the adults joy in remembering,
The snow and play filled days.
He can not stay very long
For with the smile of the sun, he must go.
With the magic of winter and children at play,
He will be back next year
to stand in the falling snow.
Winter's Cold
Written 11/11/1998
Brisk winds of winter blow.
Snowbirds feed outside the door.
The mountains are bare.
They are yielding very little food for animals.
Fields are brown.
The squirrel is hiding his acorns and nuts.
The bear is hibernating,
He will wait for winter to pass.
The rabbits are playing in the open fields.
They will watch for new growth to appear.
The trees are nude and waiting for a new dress.
Fields are frozen.
There is no sign of life for the turning plow.
The gardener waits for the time to plant.
When winter passes the earth's heart
Will beat from the warmth of the sun.
The glory of spring will rise from the valleys to mountaintop.
New life will be everywhere.
Animals will be grateful and man will be thankful.
The creator has performed for us a beautiful work of art.
Holiday Delight
Written 12/07/2000
The frost thickly sets.
Stars brightly shine upon us.
The cold is nipping at our nose.
Thanksgiving feasts are over.
The fireplace is cozy.
We enjoy the last piece of pumpkin pie.
The trees are bare except for the pine.
Deer run from the hunters as the hawk gives his call.
The animals hide from winter's cold.
Snow flurries blow against the windowpanes of home.
The smells of cookies fill the house
.
Mom asks for Santa's list.
Stockings are hung in wait for Saint Nick.
Christmas trees are blinking.
Children's faces are glowing.
Christmas carols warms our heart.
Shoppers search for the right gifts.
Faces are smiling and hearts are happy
We’re celebrating the birth of Christ.
The old year passes as the new one begins.
Christmas Gift
Written 12/15/1996
Celebrating Christmas is a joyful time of the year.
We are too busy giving gifts to remember just what it means.
Merchants are making money and having parties.
It was the time Christ was born, a gift to every man.
His journey was to make the world a better place.
Christmas is not our brand new toys
, Chocolate candy or worldly things.
It's the time Christ was born.
He brought joy which men sing of.
He was born of a virgin, clean and undefiled.
Shepherds watched the heavens.
They saw guiding lights from God.
The stars guided and they found him at his birth.
Heavens star pointed to a stable for in a manger he lay.
He slept with animals and stable clothes he wore.
His mother was joyful for her time had came.
She delivered a savior to this world.
She stayed in a stable for there was no room at the inn.
She lay upon the cattle hay and birthed the Son of God.
All heaven listened and angels sang at his birth.
Heaven sent to us the best.
The Son of God was sent.
Men were out of control.
Heaven had to send someone.
Men are still falling.
We have we forgotten the day of his birth.
NATURE
Morning’s Glory
Written 10/10/2000
Morning stretches across the horizon.
She dries the dew by the beauty of her light
.
Her breath is the gentleness of the breeze.
The clouds are her eyes looking across the heavens.
Her ears are like the wind the hearing secrets of our heart.
She carries the fate of each day.
She watches good and evil at war and
The birthing of children every where.
She sees as death captures a soul and
has power over darkness.
God created her to rule the day so
she is a miracle.
Each heart should be joyful and the mind happy for
each day is different from.
To all that embrace her she is a gift of life.
She rises bringing forth the dawning of a new day.
Sounds Of the Morning
5-21-02
To nature lovers.
Joy I have greeting the day a new.
With coffee and sweet rolls outside I go.
I hear sounds of nature that are sweet to the ears.
Woodpeckers pecking and hawks calling.
The hummingbirds find honeysuckle a delightful meal.
Blackbirds gather in cornfields while the bluebirds call for their mate.
Rabbits and groundhogs feed on clover while tending their young.
Bees buzzes gathering nectar from the plants.
Finches look for a place to build their nests.
The deer births young in the thicket of the woods.
Red birds rest upon the fence searching for food to feed the young.
The sounds are delightful as a new day begins.
Creation is in motion.
Short are men's lives as vacation in a paradise.
Generations pass but the circle of seasons goes on.
Should we stop and smell the roses or
pick a flower, for the one we love.
A new Day Dawns
Written 10/26/1997
As morning comes before us
She takes a precious bow.
Darkness slips aside
as she waves her robe of bright array
.
She walks across our mountains
and flat lands we call earth.
Her teardrops of dew glisten,
As the sun shines upon our grassy fields.
She rides with the wind
and sings the earth a song.
Her breath is as a sweet perfume
as she watches earth's flowers bloom.
Her tears fill our rivers and streams and
bring our sweetest dreams.
So spread your arms oh "Morning"
and Push away the dark.
Fill our hearts with love light,
So we can live just one more day.
Alike In Beauty
Written 06 /16/ 1994
People and flowers alike
come from seed planted in earthen vessels.
Alike they are as clay
Fashioned by potter’s hands
.
People and flowers alike
Are ancestors of the soil.
Both were sent on a mission,
To grow and bring forth it's own kind.
They stand before the master
in wonder of there worth.
Only one determines the season of death for
there is a time to live and a time to die.
Sacred to the master they are for out of each
He has fashioned a bouquet of intense beauty.
Both are gathered at harvest by his hands
for people and flowers alike
came from a creator’s heart.
Beautiful Mountains
Written 07/14 /1991
I've been on vacations and seen many states.
The flat lands are pretty
but the Appalachian Mountains are beautiful.
The spring births the flowering trees and shrubs.
The mountains burst forth into a coat of many colors.
God perfumes the valleys with herbs and Honeysuckle.
The pine is a fresh smelling savor
.
In the fall colors are heavenly.
Leaves turn from green to brown, yellow, red and orange.
The mountains burst into flaming beauty
at the wave of the master’s hand.
Like magic winter speaks and earth begins to sleep.
It's then the fireplace is cozy.
Outside is a winter's wonderland.
I do believe
The hand of God carved the Appalachian Mountains.
Where Angels Wings are felt
Written 11/23/2000
When my mind is troubled and sad,
Away to the mountain I go.
The air is clean and the breeze is sweet.
It is then angel wings are felt
.
Butterflies are plentiful and colors are many.
The sunlight makes its way through the trees as morning is birthed.
Its then angel wings are felt.
A huge Oak stands tall
And I feel good as I sit in her shade.
On top of the mountain
The breeze brushes my hair.
A kiss of peace is left upon my cheek
As my tears softly fade.
Its then angel wings are felt.
The Whippoorwill calls its mate
As others sing and play.
The frogs greet the shade of the evening
With there mating calls.
All is happiness on top of the mountain.
It is then angel wings are felt.
Like Flowers
Written 07/09/1999
Like flowers in a garden,
We must live and grow.
Some are short and some are tall.
Some are light, some are dark.
Some are wild and some are tame.
Like flowers in a garden,
The harsh winds of time breaks us down.
Like the pedals of a flower bending in the rain,
Our limbs weaken from age.
Like flowers in a garden,
Our life is for a season and
then we must return to the earth,
Like the rose in yonder spring
.
Yes like flowers in a garden,
we all must live and die.
The creator must bring forth new,
To replace those gone on before.
Like flowers in a garden,
All things must come to an end.
LOVE & FAMILY
Memories in the Dark
Written 11/17/1997
The night with quietness
Brings back old memories.
Nothing is as lonesome
As a house that holds no family.
Each room holds memories
Of pictures of way back then.
Sitting in the dark remembering
The souls that this house once cradled.
You can hear voices at the table
And cries in the dark.
Every squeak in the floor births new memories.
The many shoe sizes at the door are gone.
There's no unmade beds or dirty dishes.
The lid is on the peanut butter and jelly jar.
Blessed is the night
For she seems to own the sleepless ones.
As you sit in darkness
The night tells her stories of way back then.
A Real Daddy
Written 04/25/2003
God took the strength of an angel
And gave it to a man.
He took the warm summers sun
To glow within his eyes.
He took his money and
Gave him a heart of gold.
He filled his heart with wisdom
To give direction to our life.
He took his tears and gave him
A weeping heart to wash away our pain.
He gave him faith to show me hope.
He gave him patience to endure his family's needs.
He made him in his own image and call him a father.
He gave him to me be my very own daddy.
Mommy
To all the loving mothers. Written 01/04/1988
What makes a mommy special?
Where should we start?
Maybe at birth,
When she almost gave her life for mine.
Maybe when she held me and
Counted all my fingers and toes.
Maybe when I felt her breast so warm as she held me close.
Maybe the time I saw her face glow
As she held me close to hers.
Maybe when I hear her tender voice when I was in distress.
Yes moms are special in their very own way.
It's easy to remember the times she showed you cared
By the glow upon her face.
Maybe when she opens the door to see it was only I.
Mom I'd like to share with you this secret.
I love you,
just as much, as you love me.
Silver Box
02/12/2000
I didn't have much money but
I saw this little silver box.
So clean and white inside it was.
It looked like such a special gift.
I wanted to give it to someone special.
.
It was too small to put all that
I would like to give to you inside.
I thought of all the memories
We've shared as man and wife.
So,
I just said I love you,
I left it their inside.
I'll never be perfect
Though I wish I knew how.
A beauty queen, I will never be.
But
oh the joy you make me feel,
When you say, you’re still a good-looking woman.
Years ago you stole my heart;
where you keep it,
I I'll never know.
Maybe you can store it,
In this little silver box.
Call Of Love
To my husband Calvin 11/19/2001
The day is wintry and the snow blows in the wind.
Come sit by the fire and lets watch blue blazes rise.
Lay your head upon my breasts
And feel warm passion birth
.
Kiss my lips and press my breast to yours.
Hear the silence that love leaves behind.
Lets embrace as the fire consumes the logs.
Let the flames of love overtake us.
Whisper sweet love in my ear and let bare skin touch.
In Your eyes I see reflections of a gold band placed years ago.
Our eyes weaken as we embraced.
Flesh intertwines as one as only the darkness watches.
Silver threads and golden needle
Bind these hearts together as one.
Our bed becomes a memorial
Of love shared through many years.
My Love
To my husband Calvin 11-19-2001
Come walk with me down memory lane.
Reminisce of days of old
Once, we were fair and young
And life was full of fun.
We waited with joy to still away.
We burned both ends of the night.
The flame of love was strong.
We craved each other’s kiss.
We felt the thunders of two heart twain.
Flesh to flesh we had desire to caress.
Days went by and children I birthed
They were heirs of your name.
The fire of love still burns and
though the head is white
our love is still young.
Dearest Love
05/12/1998
My dearest Love,
A man like you is hard to find
You have given so much but ask for so little in return.
You've stood by me when my heart others broke
.
You listened to my complaints when no other Cared.
You have helped me to know
Without disappointment I could never know hope.
So dear I am glad to own your love.
I must say thank you for loving me.
How lost I would be without you in my life.
Love, kindness and understanding you have given to me.
I know our hearts were joined as one.
You've dried my tears and
helped carry my heavy loads.
It's no wonder I've loved you so long.
If I had life to live over then
I would love you all over again.
Lonesome Widow
Written 03/18/1997
Somewhere in the country sits a gray haired old lady.
Snowflakes gently blow against the windowpanes of home.
She reminisces back over her life.
Years ago she had a handsome young man and
it seemed then life would never end.
The cool winds of autumn blows
As she looks out upon a hill.
Her love lays resting with only
A blanket of flowers keeps him warm.
His beloved placed them there.
Seems she is left here alone
Like an island in the stream
She relives memories over and over again.
Her hair of brow has turned
As frost was sent from year to year.
.
Each room of the house
Holds memories of love and kids at play.
Her life is fading
Like the rose in yonder spring.
She's exiled from family and friends.
She rises with the dawn
To relive memories over again.
Circle of life
To my only son, James Calvin.
10/24/1996
James is like his Dad, not to tall, not to short,
A bit tender, and not to tough
.
Brown sandy hair and hazel eyes.
Part of mom and part of dad.
Good little worker in school he was.
He made good grades and he played the drums
.
He married quite young just like his dad.
He strives hard like dad.
It's not easy to bring home the bread.
I do believe those words came from dad
.
Familiar sounds James often hears
Just as his dad before him.
A tender little voice,
Saying daddy I'd like to be like you.
I have brown sandy hair, and hazel eyes.
I’m not too short and not too tall.
I am a bit tender, and not too tough.
Daddy, I'm your little girl.
Sounds hit the air like;
Honey watch the baby.
The car needs washed
The grass needs cut.
She has a doctor's appointment.
I may be a daddy again.
I'm proud, I'm broke
But I must buy those cigars.
I'm a little tender and a little tough
But a whole lot tired.
Goodness (I'm like my Dad).
My Rambling Rose
To My eldest daughter Kimberly Rose 01/02/2001
One day in June a Beautiful rose was born.
These were the words I heard after hours of pain; it's a girl.
A rosebud was placed in my arms.
With one glance, I knew you were my rambling Rose.
Your beauty was stunning and your smell was so sweet.
I held you close for like thorns your birth pierced my flesh.
So close to death I came for I gave birth to a rose.
My life was spared to take home a beautiful flower.
It seemed you always fought to keep from coming into my world.
Protected by God your name means.
Climbing and running you are just like a rambling Rose.
You can’t have a Rose with out the thorns.
Sunshine or rain, you love them both.
You depend upon your beauty for others to see.
My lovely Kimberly Rose your beauty will someday fade.
And the maker of the rain will number your days.
My Crystal Dawn
Dedicated to my youngest daughter Crystal Dawn.
2-23-2000
Tonight I find I cannot sleep.
I sit in the quiet of the night.
Blazes rise in the fireplace.
I wonder, where did the years go?
One early morning in July,
A new baby cried.
To me it was a crystal dawn,
So there you got your name,
My Crystal Dawn
Written: 7- 21-2002
.
The pain was gone and the morning was bright.
They handed you to me and as I held you close
I counted all your fingers and toes finger as I had each child before.
Gods work was done but mine had just begun.
She had dark curls and eyes of blue.
A little angel sent down from above.
Looking up to heaven I thanked God one more time
.
I said, God don’t go too far cause
I might need you on down this road.
It may not always be this easy to hold her in my arms.
When I kiss her pain away please make sure it doesn’t return.
Help me with direction so I can help her find the way.
Your first word was good.
I said yes, you are good for God sent you here.
When you took your first step
I knew the next would shortly come and
Soon you would walk alone.
It hurt to see you grow so fast.
You were my last baby to hold and cuddle in my arms.
Now you are grown with babies of your own.
Did you follow your mother’s footsteps?
Did you count those little fingers and toes?
Do you kiss their pain away?
When you tuck them in at night,
Does a little tear come trickling down when
You get a little hug or kiss?
Do you treasure it to keep?
The older they get, the less they give.
Take each one and treasure it with care.
For soon they will be grown and gone
And you will be left alone.
God's Choice
To my husband: whom I love so dear.
Written 11 /13/1999
If in time the death angel calls and
I will walk life’s road alone.
I will live in memory lane.
I will walk life's road alone.
If I should need a little strength then
I will stop and call out your name.
An angel will carry it through
the winds and across heaven's shore.
If in time your name be called and
I will walk life's road alone.
I will think of you when I see a deer
or hear a turkey call.
In the spring I will think of you
when life is new and fields are green.
As I smell the fragrance of herbs then
I may stop and shed a tear,
just for you my dear.
Grand-Children
To my grandchildren.
Written 08/29/2000
Grandkids come to visit.
They would like to stay
A big hug is hello.
A kiss is good-bye.
We look to identify the fingerprints left behind.
They won't be little long.
Age will move them all.
Their smile is our happiness.
Their cries we will always remember.
Their visits are sunshine on our cloudy days.
Chocolate we give them.
They wear more than they eat.
Seems God gave us a second chance to remember,
It is the little things that matter most.
Chocolate faces running for the car.
A wave of good-bye leaves two happy hearts.
Daddy
Written 1/ 21 /1999
Often you're in my thoughts and always in my heart.
You taught me good morals and proved to me you cared.
We have shared happy moment
For you knew just what to say.
You have always made me feel important and
wished for all my dreams to come true.
My burdens I never had to carry alone so
I would like to say thank you Dad for being there.
I've loved and cherished each moment we have shared and
I'd like to say, happy birthday Daddy.
May all your birthday wishes be granted and
may blessings be given you
So many you can't receive?
Can you See Love
Written 06/16/1999
I ask, can you see love?
This morning I saw a rose.
Dewdrops were on the grass and
a warm breeze dried the dew.
I ask, can you see Love?
A rose dropped a pedal
As it waved in the wind to the morning.
I ask, can you see love?
I met a butterfly and
so softly it kissed a daisy.
Our visit was lovely and its colors were beautiful.
He flew away with some pollen.
I ask, can you see love?
I saw the sunrise as
to tell the earth hello.
The sun gave a warm kiss
As if to say good morning
I ask, can you see love?
This morning I saw love.
Dancing With Time
To all my elderly friends.
Written 05/27/1997
I once was young but now I am old.
My eyes that were sharp dimmed with age.
My voice once loud is now to soft to sing in the choir.
My hands once so strong weakened with time.
My Feet t hat was swift are crippled from days gone by.
My hair of brown has turned to light and gray.
A heart that beat with vigor and speed has
weakened with worry and trouble through time.
My mind, that was sharp and quick to think
now it is hard to remember anything.
My back once strong weakened from work and heavy load.
My flesh was once smooth has wrinkled with age
.
It's hard to except, for my spirit feels young.
It happens to the best of us for nothing stays the same.
The youth with their vigor and speed
must dance with time you see.
The music of time slows us down and
time takes its toll on every soul.
Time will go on dancing
but we must take a seat.
Sisters
Written 11/27/1997
Life kissed me with lots of love
for I have Three sisters.
The oldest has a big heart; she tries to look after the rest.
The second is sweet and loving and she teaches us self-control.
The third is a little kooky and witty but very compassionate.
She makes us laugh and brings us happiness for she is the baby.
They mean the world to me.
We give to one another hope, understanding and support.
God knew I would need lots of love
So he gave to me,
The dearest sister’s heaven had to offer.
Dream Baby
Written 06/07/1996
Dream little baby dream.
Dream of the angels and their harps of gold.
Dream of the God who made you and gave you eyes so blue.
Dream little baby dream.
Dream of the gates of heaven and the streets of gold.
Dream of all you left there to come live with us.
Dream of the form God gave you so sweet, kind and true.
Dream little baby dream.
Dream about your Mom and Dad and their love for you.
Sleep beside your sister and brother
but dream little baby dream.
God Holds the Precious Flowers
To Linda and Richard the parents!
Written 04/19/1996
Sister had a son and Richie was his name.
We learned of his sickness, no cure was found.
Cystic Fibrosis was a disease so hard to fight.
Each day was a battle more than he could handle.
Day after day more tired he became as
we watched and prayed his days softly faded.
To beg God to let him stay would not wise.
So in God's hands we placed him.
His Mom said: he was Gods before he was hers
He was just a baby almost five
But he prayed the day the angel came to take him home.
A short time he lived but oh the memories he left behind.
A precious little heart stopped beating and
two playful hands began to rest
.
Our heart was broken as he entered heaven's gates.
He went to bloom in the master's garden.
And there he will wait for his family and friends
for God holds all the precious flowers.
Home place
To all those who think about home.
Written 06/23/1998
Somewhere an old house stands
in a field of weeds and shrubs.
Her windows were eyes we looked out of.
Family and friends have worn her floors.
Her walls are now faded where
Pictures of our childhood hang.
Her doors of security have fallen and
the fire is gone out in the fireplace.
Mom and Dads long talks have ceased
For they have moved to their new home on high.
Winters cold fills her rooms
As heaven tears rot her floors.
Strangers look upon her so sadly they must say.
If this old house could speak oh the stories she could tell.
Her backyard is filled with memories
of all our play filled days.
A little hill lies behind her as
she watches Mom and Dad at rest.
My secrets she will always keep
as she stands alone in that field of weeds and shrub.
If in Time
To my loving husband, with love.
Written 09/06/1999
If God calls me home and you are left to walk alone.
You will hear my name
each time you see a Rose in bloom.
As you walk the mountains
the wind will be my presence.
Smell the dandelion and wild daffodils then
pick one for me and call out my name.
Earth will replace it,
a flower, from you to me
Face the wind and blow to me a kiss
for an angel will carry it
across heaven's shore to me.
If you want to visit me
just close your eyes and dream.
It is then; I will visit with you.
I will kiss your lips one more time and
with every beat of your heart
I will be close to you.
Love Expressed
Written 12/02/2000
Love's beauty is as a gown of white purity,
flowing like a waterfall.
Her glow is like a diamond that comes from deep within.
Her likeness is as the first glance of the ocean.
Her emotions are calmness yet wild and raging.
Her reflection is as sunlight dancing across a lake.
Her sparkle is like a sapphire in the eyes.
Her radiance is as sunshine upon a face.
Her perfection is as a flower bathing in morning's dew.
Her color is that of promise like the rainbow.
Her sound is the medicine of laughter.
Her depth is deep as the ocean.
Her width cannot be measured.
Her band is golden, a never-ending circle.
Her joy is expressed, when two personalities
connect as one.
Mother's Day Visit
Dedicated to my precious mother 04/27/1996
Mother, I came to bring you flowers on this day.
The fragrance is heaven sent
just like you were to me
.
The pedals are beautiful like you always were
the roots are strong,
Like the bond you have with me.
God gave you a little seed and let it grow inside you,
As it grew, it became me.
Through the pain of birthing me,
You loved me oh so much.
You listened to the cries I made and
you knew just what to do.
As I grew you played, laughed and cried with me.
As I learned to walk, it was your hand I held.
Your love is very special, A treasure in my life.
Now; I'm a mother and I hope I can be all you were to me.
This is why; I come to visit your grave
here on mother's day.
My Grand-Pa
Written 07/31/1998
I know I have a temper, I like to talk allot.
Mom and Dad taught me to talk, now they say be still.
Teacher said, speech was important.
Principal said, speak when you are spoken to.
If I must say good things then teach me what to say.
You say I must grow up but why can you not grow down?
Oh, I need to know a lot.
I'll just ask Grand-Pa.
Grand-Pa, who made the sky blue?
Who placed the stars?
How come animals can't talk and frogs can't walk?
Why is grand-Ma shorter than you?
Blue was God's favorite color, just like your eye.
Animals can talk; you just can't understand them.
Frogs can walk; they just jump to get little boys attention.
Grand-ma's shorter cause grand-pa needed someone to lean on.
Grand-Pa took the time to talk to me.
He taught me many things.
That’ s why, I never shall forget, my Grand-Pa.
My Mother, My Friend
Dedicated to Christine Smith, my loving mother.
Written 02/16/1985
I have a dear friend and
the name I need not say
.She's always been there,
Even from day one.
When I need to talk or maybe take a walk,
She I can rely upon.
Yes my MOM, she doesn’t mind to listen.
She listens to all my complaints,
She helps me when I am burdened.
She never tells the secrets that I share with her.
God gave me this dear friend and
picked her out especially for me.
She gives me strength to go on in hard times.
She pulls me from the arms of disappointment.
She gives me hope and to go on.
A precious ray of sunshine, a loving mother and friend.
I never get tired of our talks.
When we part,
I always feel a whole lot better.
My Special Someone
Written 02/16/1999
As the day begins I give thanks
for a special someone
.If there was but one face to see in this life
it would be no other but yours
I would want to see.
If there were but one smile, it would be
yours that make me the happiest.
If there were one hand to hold,
yours would be the warmest
.
If there was but one touch I could feel,
I would long for only yours.
If there was but one love,
then you must be mine.
We must never part,
for you are the special someone,
In this life of mine.
Never Gone
Written 05/18/1989
Somewhere a graveyard lays
filled with family and friends.
Their faces I no longer see but
their memory will always be.
The sparkle their eyes are gone.
Laughter, I no longer hear.
Short talks and little spats have ceased.
Gatherings now are forever passed.
Photographed in my mind, forever I will see.
Their good deeds, I never shall forget.
I'll always be reminded,
The way they walked, talked and laughed.
A memory they are to me
And their life will always be.
Incased within my heart and mind, I love them so,
My family and my friends.
Our House
Written 01/29/1998
This old house was once filled with noise and kids at play.
Friends and cousins spent the night.
The smell of popcorn filled the air.
The bathroom door open and shut
.
Our phone was always ringing.
When the table was set we laughed, talked and ate.
The girls would do the dishes and quarrel at ever plates.
Laundry baskets full, ready for another wash.
Pizza boxes filled the trash
.
Now the kids are grown, and Mom and Dad are alone.
Grand kids come to visit and they would like to stay.
The many shoe sizes are gone that set by the door.
The dishwasher does the dishes and never says a word.
This old house is lonesome now but memories she holds.
Here is where our kids grew up.
Here, is where we must grow old.
Mom and Dad!
Our Children
Written 07/19/1989
Children are gifts from God.
Happiness shared in a blanket of warmth
.Joy shared in two lover lives.
One is like mom and
another is like dad
.
Each is different in their very own way.
Look in the mirror reflections you will see.
Two lovers share the sweet gifts of life.
God gave children to make our life complete.
Thank God for all the little things in life.
Nothing is sweet as children,
Yes dear yours and mine.
Our Love
Written 10/16/1996
True love is a treasure so fine.
With miles between us there's no distance in our hearts.
As I think of you I can reach out and always find.
Without your love complete I could never be
.
God joined our hearts to be as one.
Your smile is engraved in the wall of my heart.
Your voice is my triumph of victory.
Your touch is soft as a dove on a warm summer's night.
Your breasts are my pillows of ease.
Your eyes are my windows of love.
Your lips are sweet as the honeycomb
Our home is a dwelling place of peace
Our bed of love is to be remembered.
Our children are heirs of the love we shared.
Nothing could equal our love,
yes dear yours and mine.
The Coalminer
Written 07/13/1997
I was born a coalminer's daughter.
raised to be proud in the heart of a billion-dollar coalfield.
Dad worked hard slaving underground and
for him to complain there was no need.
He had six kids to he raise on a coalminer's pay.
He never had a fancy car, just a little Chevy truck.
Dad never had a college education but
he sure knew how to bring home the bread.
He fought for the union, one to be proud.
He never owned a coalmine but one sure owned him.
When payday came he didn't have much money left
.
Christmas's and birthday's were sometimes bare.
We loved him allot but I'm sure he loved us more
for he proved it each time he went underground.
True Love
Written 06/09/1998
True love is as an endless night.
Eyes were blue as summer’s skies
. Love was greater as the hair turned white like snow on winter’s day.
A locket was worn around the neck in honor of their youth.
A picture of both was inside.
They shined for each other like the noonday sun.
Their love was as an endless night.
They filled each day with desire to go on.
As heaven watched truelove was made.
With love they held each other close.
Tenderness filled two hearts with love.
They cuddled like angels, borrowed for a night.
They had but one desire that was to please each other.
Love was found like they had never known with
Passion to hear the beat each other’s heart.
Nothing was between them except the dark.
Love burned the night like a candle.
With ragging passion true love was made and
A family made them complete.
Come and Gone
Written 03/05/2003
Many years have come and gone.
There have been many ups and downs.
The love in our life has grown.
In our 20's we were Mom and Dad.
In our 30's we thirsted for time alone.
In our 40's we became grandparents.
In our 50's we are alone.
The children are grown and gone.
Many years have passed
but our love has always grown.
We Are Left To Dream
To my children
. 01/19/1995
Our children are growing, soon to be adults.
We must turn loose, what this does to our hearts.
We can't help but wonder what each day will bring.
God holds the future; we are left to dream.
We fear turning loose; the world is a great place.
Your play days are over; your workdays begin.
We hope we've done enough to lead, teach and guide.
We watched you grow, watched you change.
We saw your tears, happy and sad.
We saw you dirty as well as clean.
We saw you nice as well as mean.
You're not perfect but almost to us.
God knows the future; we are left to dream.
When you feel we're old fashion or maybe in the way.
Remember, the times we pardoned you, when you were under foot.
God knows the future; we are left to dream.
Words
Written 05/14/1998
Words are treasures when spoken in kindness.
They’re a keepsake that’s written upon the table of ones heart.
You will always remember the one who spoke them.
Words spoken in love turn away wrath from a heart of hate.
Words are creative or destructive.
They build friendship or make a lifetime enemy.
Words create happiness or sadness carried an in the heart.
If you feel you have little to give then give a kind word
.
It will be made a treasure or wound carried a lifetime.
Words are weapons for they bless or curse.
From the heart your mouth speaks.
May your words stay tender, kind and true for
they bring life, happiness and abundance while living?
AMERICA
America's Pride
Dedicated to our troops
04-11-2003
A soldiers love is a treasure indeed.
Their goal is to protect and keep America safe.
Miles may be between family and friends
But still there’s no distance our in mind.
As we think of freedom, we're reminded of those towers that fell
.
Without our brave troops, happy we could never be.
God joined our hearts together and we shall stand as one.
We're proud to be Americans where triumph and victory rings.
We live in peace and treasure strength.
Our homes are safe, a dwelling place of peace.
Our children are heirs of peace, love and wealth.
Blood was shed and money well spent to protect and keep us safe.
The soil cries out for those lost in battle
And we raise Americas flag once more.
Hearts are heavy as we see our young men marching off to war.
We stand and sing "The Star Spangled Banner”.Our minds are deep in thought as dark clouds of war remain.
Yesterday is history, today special but tomorrow we wish upon.
God bless America.
God bless America once more.
America The Great
Written 11 /07/ 1997
Each day in fierce wonder our heart cries bitter tears.
America, What happened to your fear?
What happened when we fail to pray?
Our flag waves to a land so free.
How sad it makes my heart when they burn your stripes.
What happened to great morals, when me of war bleed and died?
Freedom was taken for granted and we were spoiled with great riches.
We call evil good and good we call evil.
It hurts to know we've fallen so far.
Babies are plucked from the mother’s womb, without a chance to live.
Innocent blood is shed before they shed a tear.
We mocked God’s great plan.
We took from off our walls the written laws of God and
replaced it with idleness and sin.
We hand our youth a condom, and tell them to go play.
We are lost sheep grassing in a plentiful land.
We boast of all our knowledge but so little do we know.
America needs a cleansing and it must come from on high.
Psalms From The heart.
These first pages are dedicated to the Lord God Of my life.
Thanks for the inspiration of love
That you have placed in my heart.
Thank you for the gift of poetry you have
Placed in my heart to encourage others to
Live a life to be favored in your sight.
***NOTE: This page will be the BACK COVER. ***
Esther Adjei sthr_adjei@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Encourage me for godly thing. Also encourage me that it shall be well for all the family
Esther Adjei sthr_adjei@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Encourage me for godly thing. Also encourage me that it shall be well for all the family
Mike Read ostdrauka@direcway.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site I can stop this, Anytime I want. Merely a thought, And armies of angels Will swoop down And carry me away. I can love you With all my being. Merely a thought, And my love will pierce through Your darkened night. I can heal you Make you whole again Merely a thought And all infirmities Will evaporate As the stars disappear to day. I can save you From eternal death, Merely a thought And your soul will live forever In my name’s sake. I think I will Save you, Heal you, Love you, But I won’t stop this. My passion makes me think. My thoughts are of you.
Mike Read ostdrauka@direcway.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site I can stop this, Anytime I want. Merely a thought, And armies of angels Will swoop down And carry me away. I can love you With all my being. Merely a thought, And my love will pierce through Your darkened night. I can heal you Make you whole again Merely a thought And all infirmities Will evaporate As the stars disappear to day. I can save you From eternal death, Merely a thought And your soul will live forever In my name’s sake. I think I will Save you, Heal you, Love you, But I won’t stop this. My passion makes me think. My thoughts are of you.
Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
michelle.mickey@rogers.com
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“ Facing Our Issues ”
By: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Copyright 2003
Do you ever feel so helpless
Like you’re falling into a pit
You can’t seem to get out on your own
And your flesh is taking fits?
Do you ever feel like running
Running from God and man
So there’s never expectations
Or disappointments to their plans?
And when you attempt to draw close to God
Do you struggle to yield your heart
Because of all the issues you have
You’ll probably miss the mark?
Do we think our God is just too small
To help us through each thing we face?
Then why may I ask, do we struggle so hard
Why not simply trust His grace?
For in these times we’re feeling weak
We must simply yield, trusting His heart
For He will never ever leave us alone
And His love will never miss the mark
We may run so hard and try to hide
But God’s love will always meet us there
Let’s Face Our Issues and yield for change
So, as eagles, we can soar through the air!
“ THIS PRISON ”
By: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Copyright 2003
Day to day I feel the same
Don’t let anyone in, who will cause me pain
Stay away, turn aside
Don’t get close or I’ll close my eyes
Keep the walls up, people go away
I don’t need your love, so get out of my way
These are my walls, don’t like it step aside
I don’t need you bringing tears to my eyes
This is the Prison I made just for me
These walls are my protection so you’re not able to hurt me
This is the Prison daily I must face
But I didn’t realize the pain I’d find in this place
The walls I made to keep you out have made me a Prison within
I thought they would protect me but look at the state I’m in
So do you read my walls or do you read my heart?
Do you see the flower you could tear apart?
Do you see the pain I’m trying to hide?
Or do you just see the anger that’s in my eyes?
Depends on what you see if you’ll ever get within
Because I’m looking for safety from those whom I trust in
So please stay away if I cannot trust your heart
For I need God to heal me for these walls to depart
“ Surrender ”
By: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Copyright: 2003
Lord, some say they see me growing
And at times I see it in part
But usually what I truly see
Is how much I’m missing the mark
As much as I want to grow close to You
I can see myself pulling away
There’s parts of me not wanting to yield
And it’s causing my heart to stray
So much I want to honour You
With each and every part of my life
Yet the strongholds rooted within my flesh
I hold onto with all of my might
There’s simply parts of me not wanting to change
Afraid of what I’ll have to go through
Oh, Lord, please make this vessel willing and open
So my heart can Surrender to You!
“ Standing on the Outside “
By: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Copyright: 2003
Standing on the Outside
As so many just enter in
Do you struggle to yield your heart
Afraid of failing once again?
Sometime the process is slow
Even when we want to open our hearts
Don’t be too hard on yourself
As you struggle toward the mark
Yes, decisions must be made
And steps need to be taken
But don’t forget in the journey
The process that you’re making
Man looks on the outside
But God looks at the heart
So take it in stride day by day
Even if you feel you’re falling apart
“Being Married to You”
By: Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Copyright: 2002
When I think of our marriage
I think of all God had done to bring us together
How He’s blessed our lives with His precious touch
And our relationship has only been getting better
Before we were married
We knew God had called us to be one
Yet, feared the things in marriage
We’d have to overcome
But, the years have been wonderful
And better than many have said
As we’ve only grown more in love
And in character gone more ahead.
The world says marriage is like a prison
With no more liberty
But we’ve only seen more healing and freedom
So I simply don’t agree
Marriage is what we make of it
Each and every day
And Being Married to You has been a blessing
More than words can say.
Roger, you light up my life
Like the stars at night
You bring radiance to my soul
Being Married to You
Has been a pleasure
Which has always been our goal.
Being Married to You has been a blessing
Right from the very start
And I thank my Heavenly Father
For you sensitive and loving heart!
CAROL KLIPP Carol_Klipp@doh.state.fl.us I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Recall Try to remember your very words When you said what you said to the Lord. Though you were afraid and spoke very softly He heard you speak every word. Try to remember the freedom you felt When the burden of sin fell from you. You were light & free, your heart felt His love And suddenly your mind was renewed. Try to remember the grace that flowed From a heaven you have never seen. The blood of the cross from head to toe Washing over you righteous and clean. Try to remember why He did what He did The reason we all are here. It's not about us, it's all about Him Our Lord Jesus we hold so dear. Carol Ann Klipp Copyright ©2005 Carol Ann Klipp
CAROL KLIPP Carol_Klipp@doh.state.fl.us I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Recall Try to remember your very words When you said what you said to the Lord. Though you were afraid and spoke very softly He heard you speak every word. Try to remember the freedom you felt When the burden of sin fell from you. You were light & free, your heart felt His love And suddenly your mind was renewed. Try to remember the grace that flowed From a heaven you have never seen. The blood of the cross from head to toe Washing over you righteous and clean. Try to remember why He did what He did The reason we all are here. It's not about us, it's all about Him Our Lord Jesus we hold so dear. Carol Ann Klipp Copyright ©2005 Carol Ann Klipp
Mary McCarthy
Mary.McCarthy@jcu.edu.au
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Hey You.
You can pretend everything is alright
(so tell me why do you cry?)
You can pretend you can
Make it on your own
(so tell me why do you pray
For someone to rescue you?)
You can ignore that knock
On the door,
What are you going to do
When your world comes crashing down?
What are you going to do
When you find out your castles
Are only made of sand?
Will you have to be brought to your knees
Before your realize Jesus is the only
One who can set you free?
Hey boy, hey girl, I was like you
Thought I could make it on my own,
Let my pride hold me back from the only
One who could set me free,
Didn’t want to surrender,
Until one day he asked me,
“did they die for you”?
“can they set you free”?
I fell down on my knees
And said Jesus, if you really do love me
Come into my heart and take away my pain
Yeah I don’t have to search no more,
Because I’ve found the love I was searching for,
Don’t have to worry about tomorrow,
Because I’m walking with Jesus.
Mary McCarthy
Mary.McCarthy@jcu.edu.au
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Hey You.
You can pretend everything is alright
(so tell me why do you cry?)
You can pretend you can
Make it on your own
(so tell me why do you pray
For someone to rescue you?)
You can ignore that knock
On the door,
What are you going to do
When your world comes crashing down?
What are you going to do
When you find out your castles
Are only made of sand?
Will you have to be brought to your knees
Before your realize Jesus is the only
One who can set you free?
Hey boy, hey girl, I was like you
Thought I could make it on my own,
Let my pride hold me back from the only
One who could set me free,
Didn’t want to surrender,
Until one day he asked me,
“did they die for you”?
“can they set you free”?
I fell down on my knees
And said Jesus, if you really do love me
Come into my heart and take away my pain
Yeah I don’t have to search no more,
Because I’ve found the love I was searching for,
Don’t have to worry about tomorrow,
Because I’m walking with Jesus.
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Jonea Agwa flightless_angel_14@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site I am locked in a dark room, I can't find my way out. I've been here for along time now. My only source of light Is the book on the desk I feel it its smoothness, it promises.. . I open it a little.....Light fills the room I quickly shut the book. I want the light. I long for the light Yet i turn from it and stumble away into the darkness bumping into stuff along the way I sit down I am tired hot rears run down my cheeks warming the otherwise cold face. The salt burns my eyes I wince I am hurt My heart is injured.. broken by all the broken promises. I trust no one I am alone. I am lonely. Its dark in here Many wonder why i don't just accept the light... . the answer is simple .. ........ its because am afraid of what it may reveal.
Jonea Agwa flightless_angel_14@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site I am locked in a dark room, I can't find my way out. I've been here for along time now. My only source of light Is the book on the desk I feel it its smoothness, it promises.. . I open it a little.....Light fills the room I quickly shut the book. I want the light. I long for the light Yet i turn from it and stumble away into the darkness bumping into stuff along the way I sit down I am tired hot rears run down my cheeks warming the otherwise cold face. The salt burns my eyes I wince I am hurt My heart is injured.. broken by all the broken promises. I trust no one I am alone. I am lonely. Its dark in here Many wonder why i don't just accept the light... . the answer is simple .. ........ its because am afraid of what it may reveal.
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Mary McCarthy
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Only You.
Feels like I’ve fallen ten feet
Since I’ve turned away from you
In my desperation I’m reaching out
For things that will not bring me life
Oh why do we hate to suffer
But we let it make a mess in our lives?
And when you offer the only true love and freedom
We will receive once again we take our pride
Off the shelf, we let it tell us that we can make it on our
Own,
But I know I can’t, I need your love Jesus
How do you mend a broken heart
After it’s been torn apart?
How do escape your past that won’t let
You live for today?
Is it as simply as calling out your name
And letting you come down and embrace me with your love?
Tell me what is it like to dance in freedom,
Tell me what it’s like to know that nothing else matters
But you Jesus
Now that I’ve got this new love in my heart
I can’t get enough of you Jesus,
No I can’t get enough of your love
Your fire’s rushing through my body
And my soul yearns for more of you
I’m falling down on my knees
And I’m letting you take down my wall of shattered dreams,
How can I hide the secrets of my heart when
You live in me?
gonna let my light shine for you,
Let it shine for the lost,
Gonna let them see your love,
Gonna show them just how beautiful you are.
Mary McCarthy
Mary.McCarthy@jcu.edu.au
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Only You.
Feels like I’ve fallen ten feet
Since I’ve turned away from you
In my desperation I’m reaching out
For things that will not bring me life
Oh why do we hate to suffer
But we let it make a mess in our lives?
And when you offer the only true love and freedom
We will receive once again we take our pride
Off the shelf, we let it tell us that we can make it on our
Own,
But I know I can’t, I need your love Jesus
How do you mend a broken heart
After it’s been torn apart?
How do escape your past that won’t let
You live for today?
Is it as simply as calling out your name
And letting you come down and embrace me with your love?
Tell me what is it like to dance in freedom,
Tell me what it’s like to know that nothing else matters
But you Jesus
Now that I’ve got this new love in my heart
I can’t get enough of you Jesus,
No I can’t get enough of your love
Your fire’s rushing through my body
And my soul yearns for more of you
I’m falling down on my knees
And I’m letting you take down my wall of shattered dreams,
How can I hide the secrets of my heart when
You live in me?
gonna let my light shine for you,
Let it shine for the lost,
Gonna let them see your love,
Gonna show them just how beautiful you are.
Phoebe Kokulakanthan phoebe.kokulakanthan1@abnamro.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MUM He knew her before she knew herself He made her in a very special way He knew the trials she would have in life But He held her all through the way. He was always there for her. She always knew He was there for her. Even during times of trials She trusted Him with all her heart Her life was never easy Love sometimes seemed far way Life was bitter for her many a times But He showed that His love is forever Sometimes life’s problems dimmed her view She felt let down and angry too But always she went running to His feet And His love wiped every tear away. Loving and forgiving comes hard for all This was a challenge she fought all along Sometimes she felt defeated, so low But He was always there to lift her up She was a great giver in many ways Through prayers and love and amazing ways She prayed for others and never asked for much Her passion was to share Him and His love with everyone Her love for Him never diminished She loved to talk to Him all the time She loved to praise Him with songs and words Yes, He was the great Love in her life Jesus we love you for taking care of her Jesus we know that she is resting in peace with you Jesus thank you for loving her And Jesus please take care of her till we all meet face to face
Phoebe Kokulakanthan phoebe.kokulakanthan1@abnamro.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MUM He knew her before she knew herself He made her in a very special way He knew the trials she would have in life But He held her all through the way. He was always there for her. She always knew He was there for her. Even during times of trials She trusted Him with all her heart Her life was never easy Love sometimes seemed far way Life was bitter for her many a times But He showed that His love is forever Sometimes life’s problems dimmed her view She felt let down and angry too But always she went running to His feet And His love wiped every tear away. Loving and forgiving comes hard for all This was a challenge she fought all along Sometimes she felt defeated, so low But He was always there to lift her up She was a great giver in many ways Through prayers and love and amazing ways She prayed for others and never asked for much Her passion was to share Him and His love with everyone Her love for Him never diminished She loved to talk to Him all the time She loved to praise Him with songs and words Yes, He was the great Love in her life Jesus we love you for taking care of her Jesus we know that she is resting in peace with you Jesus thank you for loving her And Jesus please take care of her till we all meet face to face
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STRANGER OR ANGEL?
A girl held out her hand to me and I just turned away
I just wasn’t in the mood to make new friends today.
Besides, she didn’t look the type that I would hang around
So when she tried to talk to me,,,,I just turned her down.
She said, “Well, , when you’re ready, I’ll try again someday”
And then she smiled a little smile,, and turned and walked away
And I could see tears in her eyes, but didn’t really care
Not thinking that I might have hurt my “Angel Unaware”
Because you see, you don’t “pick” friends,,,,,God sends them here to you
To be there when you’re down and out and help to see you through
But even more important, He also chooses you
To be there for somebody else,,,, to be their angel too
So, if you turn them down, it might be God you turn away
And maybe miss the chance to change somebody’s life today
Be mindful of all strangers, and let them know you care
For doing so, they might just be your “Angel, Unaware”
By: DIANE ARMARO aka CODY
Inspired by: Hebrews13:2
Diane Armaro
codiane99@yahoo.com
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I SUBMITTED THIS POEM ON ANOTHER SITE FOR THE READING ENJOYMENT OF FRIENDS. THAT SITE AKNOWLEDGES THIS POEM AS WRITTEN BY ME. (and it is written by me)...
STRANGER OR ANGEL?
A girl held out her hand to me and I just turned away
I just wasn’t in the mood to make new friends today.
Besides, she didn’t look the type that I would hang around
So when she tried to talk to me,,,,I just turned her down.
She said, “Well, , when you’re ready, I’ll try again someday”
And then she smiled a little smile,, and turned and walked away
And I could see tears in her eyes, but didn’t really care
Not thinking that I might have hurt my “Angel Unaware”
Because you see, you don’t “pick” friends,,,,,God sends them here to you
To be there when you’re down and out and help to see you through
But even more important, He also chooses you
To be there for somebody else,,,, to be their angel too
So, if you turn them down, it might be God you turn away
And maybe miss the chance to change somebody’s life today
Be mindful of all strangers, and let them know you care
For doing so, they might just be your “Angel, Unaware”
By: DIANE ARMARO aka CODY
Inspired by: Hebrews13:2
katy-jane
katy_rogue@msn.com
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God's Love
It’s a new emotion I can not hide
Its happiness with joy splashed on the side
Taking my emotions high, up and down
Then smashes them back into the ground
I start to realise the me within
This is were the changing begins
I’ve found his love, now stand on his grace
And walk towards the holy place
Hating, fighting, sinning and all
Really isn’t worth committing for sure
His love is worth more than money and fame
For us to love him is his only aim
He loves and takes interest in every one
He must because he sacrificed his son
People can hurt us and knock us down
But we rise again for he wears the crown
He forgives every sin I commit
Without his love I am a candle unlit
I need the flame to light the way,
He is my light through the foggy day
We think we stand up tall and proud
And think were better than the rest of the crowd
But everyone is equal in the eyes of their Creator
And everyone will realise it sooner or later
No person is too small, too heavy or to short
His love isn’t for looks; it’s a far greater sort
He loves for our hearts, pure and still
Not for our brains or amount of skill
He loves, gives, laughs and cries
But still wipes the tears from my eyes
He takes my sadness, worries and fear
Casts them aside and holds me near
And loving arms keep me safe and tight
As I spread spiritual wings and take flight
His love surrounds me like an armoured coat
As I learn from the written words he spoke
Trustingly, I give my life to him
My life is lit, no longer dim
katy-jane
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God's Love
It’s a new emotion I can not hide
Its happiness with joy splashed on the side
Taking my emotions high, up and down
Then smashes them back into the ground
I start to realise the me within
This is were the changing begins
I’ve found his love, now stand on his grace
And walk towards the holy place
Hating, fighting, sinning and all
Really isn’t worth committing for sure
His love is worth more than money and fame
For us to love him is his only aim
He loves and takes interest in every one
He must because he sacrificed his son
People can hurt us and knock us down
But we rise again for he wears the crown
He forgives every sin I commit
Without his love I am a candle unlit
I need the flame to light the way,
He is my light through the foggy day
We think we stand up tall and proud
And think were better than the rest of the crowd
But everyone is equal in the eyes of their Creator
And everyone will realise it sooner or later
No person is too small, too heavy or to short
His love isn’t for looks; it’s a far greater sort
He loves for our hearts, pure and still
Not for our brains or amount of skill
He loves, gives, laughs and cries
But still wipes the tears from my eyes
He takes my sadness, worries and fear
Casts them aside and holds me near
And loving arms keep me safe and tight
As I spread spiritual wings and take flight
His love surrounds me like an armoured coat
As I learn from the written words he spoke
Trustingly, I give my life to him
My life is lit, no longer dim
Jakpa, Oritsegbemi Emmanuel jakorem@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Redeemer Same love that form the pillars of heaven Brought thee from thy state imposing To redeem Man chair golden With mortal life, mortal clothing. In a manger thou chose to loiter, Grow still sublime and still grand, As the son of the carpenter Employed with the trade of the hand. Thou shown Man love as death Dying on the Calvary cross That he will be of a new birth And free from everlasting curse. In death greater than death to resurrect That thy form touched no earthly mould And ascended thou to Man’s heavenly home set, With gems precious than gold.
Jakpa, Oritsegbemi Emmanuel jakorem@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Redeemer Same love that form the pillars of heaven Brought thee from thy state imposing To redeem Man chair golden With mortal life, mortal clothing. In a manger thou chose to loiter, Grow still sublime and still grand, As the son of the carpenter Employed with the trade of the hand. Thou shown Man love as death Dying on the Calvary cross That he will be of a new birth And free from everlasting curse. In death greater than death to resurrect That thy form touched no earthly mould And ascended thou to Man’s heavenly home set, With gems precious than gold.
Jakpa, Oritsegbemi Emmanuel jakorem@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Redeemer Same love that form the pillars of heaven Brought thee from thy state imposing To redeem Man chair golden With mortal life, mortal clothing. In a manger thou chose to loiter, Grow still sublime and still grand, As the son of the carpenter Employed with the trade of the hand. Thou shown Man love as death Dying on the Calvary cross That he will be of a new birth And free from everlasting curse. In death greater than death to resurrect That thy form touched no earthly mould And ascended thou to Man’s heavenly home set, With gems precious than gold.
Jakpa, Oritsegbemi jakorem@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Redeemer Same love that form the pillars of heaven Brought thee from thy state imposing To redeem Man chair golden With mortal life, mortal clothing. In a manger thou chose to loiter, Grow still sublime and still grand, As the son of the carpenter Employed with the trade of the hand. Thou shown Man love as death Dying on the Calvary cross That he will be of a new birth And free from everlasting curse. In death greater than death to resurrect That thy form touched no earthly mould And ascended thou to Man’s heavenly home set, With gems precious than gold.
Phoebe Kokulakanthan kankanthan@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Ammah (Mum) He knew her before she knew herself He made her in a very special way He knew the trials she would have in life But He held her all the way through. He was always there for her. She always knew He was there for her. Even during times of trials She trusted Him with all her heart Her life was never easy Love sometimes seemed far way Life was bitter for her many a times But He showed that His love is forever Sometimes life’s problems dimmed her view She felt let down and angry too But always she went running to His feet And His love wiped every tear away. Loving and forgiving comes hard for all This was a challenge she fought all along Sometimes she felt defeated, so low But He was always there to lift her up She was a great giver in many ways Through prayers and love and amazing ways She prayed for others and never asked for much Her passion was to share Him and His love with everyone Her love for Him never diminished She loved to talk to Him all the time She loved to praise Him with songs and words Yes, He was the great Love in her life Jesus we love you for taking care of her Jesus we know that she is resting in peace with you Jesus thank you for loving her And Jesus please take care of her till we all meet face to face
Phoebe Kokulakanthan kakanthan@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MUM He knew her before she knew herself He made her in a very special way He knew the trials she would have in life But He held her all the way through. He was always there for her. She always knew He was there for her. Even during times of trials She trusted Him with all her heart Her life was never easy Love sometimes seemed far way Life was bitter for her many a times But He showed that His love is forever Sometimes life’s problems dimmed her view She felt let down and angry too But always she went running to His feet And His love wiped every tear away. Loving and forgiving comes hard for all This was a challenge she fought all along Sometimes she felt defeated, so low But He was always there to lift her up She was a great giver in many ways Through prayers and love and amazing ways She prayed for others and never asked for much Her passion was to share Him and His love with everyone Her love for Him never diminished She loved to talk to Him all the time She loved to praise Him with songs and words Yes, He was the great Love in her life Jesus we love you for taking care of her Jesus we know that she is resting in peace with you Jesus thank you for loving her And Jesus please take care of her till we all meet face to face
Phoebe Kokulakanthan kakanthan@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MUM He knew her before she knew herself He made her in a very special way He knew the trials she would have in life But He held her all the way through. He was always there for her. She always knew He was there for her. Even during times of trials She trusted Him with all her heart Her life was never easy Love sometimes seemed far way Life was bitter for her many a times But He showed that His love is forever Sometimes life’s problems dimmed her view She felt let down and angry too But always she went running to His feet And His love wiped every tear away. Loving and forgiving comes hard for all This was a challenge she fought all along Sometimes she felt defeated, so low But He was always there to lift her up She was a great giver in many ways Through prayers and love and amazing ways She prayed for others and never asked for much Her passion was to share Him and His love with everyone Her love for Him never diminished She loved to talk to Him all the time She loved to praise Him with songs and words Yes, He was the great Love in her life Jesus we love you for taking care of her Jesus we know that she is resting in peace with you Jesus thank you for loving her And Jesus please take care of her till we all meet face to face
Haruna Abdulmalik
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DANCE TO DEATH
Unpaid pilgrim piper
So faithful,so skillful
Merging magical notes
Nostalgic, magnetic
Strong, tantalising tunes
Feel stones sing; seerocks dance
Romantic lullaby!
Begging the bow, the kneel
And forcing the prostrate.
Haruna Abdulmalik
reachmarllick@yahoo.com
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DANCE TO DEATH
Unpaid pilgrim piper
So faithful,so skillful
Merging magical notes
Nostalgic, magnetic
Strong, tantalising tunes
Feel stones sing; seerocks dance
Romantic lullaby!
Begging the bow, the kneel
And forcing the prostrate.
Rebecca Hodges Scott rebecca@gtefcu.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Why Please Tell Me Why You always loved your spouse more than anything But you would never let them know you were praying You see your loved one stand accused on judgment day They turn, look at you and point their finger your way Pain in their eyes they say “why, please tell me why” You loved your children giving them hugs and kisses too You didn’t take them to church, too many other things to do Your children grown, they too stand accused on judgment day They turn, look at you and point their finger your way As they are crying they say “why, please tell me why” You and your neighbor would never do anything unheard of But they never heard you say anything about God’s love You see your neighbor standing accused on judgment day They turn, look at you and point their finger your way With tears in their eyes they say, “why, please tell me why” You and your friends would go to places when work was done You wouldn’t invite them to church; afraid they’d make fun Your friends stand there with the accused on judgment day They turn, look at you and point their finger your way Then you hear them say “why, please tell me why” You never told me of God’s love You never spoke of heaven above Tell me why oh tell me why Tell me why you let me die Please tell me why Rebecca Hodges Scott
Karen Templin
jtemplin@bellsouth.net
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The mighty Redeemer
A light shined forth in the darkness
Searching for a place to rest.
For the son of man had no place to lay his head.
Beaten, spit on, and scorned,
those were the reasons he was born,
redemption for all mankind
he was a healer, and leader to the blind.
He carried the burden for all.
Though he was pure in spirit,
still he would take the fall.
He walked willingly to his slaughter
to bring salvation to his sons and daughters.
He stood alone in silence,
and for himself he gave no defence,
for that was the reason he was sent.
He would take all of the blame,
for that was the reason he came.
The sheperd was struck, and the sheep did scatter.
Peace, and safety, and dreams were shattered.
A heavy burden for one man's shoulders.
He was only one man,
but he was a mighty soldier.
A redeemer to the human race.
Oh, how I appreciate his grace.
He was crucified on the cross
so that our souls were not lost.
I continually thank the lord above
for showing us that much love.
By Karen Templin
Nancy
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Let's go to church
On Sunday morning when the church bells ring; wake up people it's time to worship and sing.
Come to the house of God and seek His face;
Sing of His mercy, talk of His grace.
On Monday morning you want feel the same
because you have been In God's presence and glorified His
Name.
The week will go better and you will see,
That worship and praise is the key.
Nancy
n.collins8060@sbcglobal.net
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Let's go to church
On Sunday morning when the church bells ring; wake up people it's time to worship and sing.
Come to the house of God and seek His face;
Sing of His mercy, talk of His grace.
On Monday morning you want feel the same
because you have been In God's presence and glorified His
Name.
The week will go better and you will see,
That worship and praise is the key.
Nancy
n.collins8060@sbcglobal.net
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Let's go to church
On Sunday morning when the church bells ring; wake up people it's time to worship and sing.
Come to the house of God and seek His face;
Sing of His mercy, talk of His grace.
On Monday morning you want feel the same
because you have been In God's presence and glorified His
Name.
The week will go better and you will see,
That worship and praise is the key.
John E. Reardon jrsweb@comcast.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site This Good Friend Of Mine I have this friend He is my guru, He's interested in me and everything I do, And whenever I'm troubled and I need to talk, Like a true friend He's there and we take a long walk. No problem's too big, no problem's too small, He's always there to answer mt call. And His wisdom seems limitless, spanning all time, And He's helped countless people this good friend of mine. So we've grown very close, like a father and son, And He's always there for me to lean on. He's forever un my heart and forever in my mind, And His name is Christ Jesus, this good friend of mine.
John E. Reardon jrsweb@comcast.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site My Long Road Home Many roads I have traveled, many thoughts I have had, Some have been good and some have been bad. Many choices I've made in the face of temptation, None easily made or without hesitation. Though all seemed right at the time they were made, I had no way to know that many were forbade. At the time they were made I was the lamb that was lost, Falling prey to the wolves I suffered great loss. But as God has known since the begining of time, Twas the way He would bring me to this destiny of mine. He knew in the end His love would win out, Bad thoughts in my mind, He'd block them all out. Though He knew I would stray it would not be for long, For He knew in the end I'd be singing His song. He knew that His love was deep in my heart, And He knew that we're friends and that we'd never part. So with His love rekindled, burning deep in my soul, My problems will dwindle, He has made me whole. And though I've no way to know what life will briing, A glorious new song my heart will sing. For God's love will win out over all of the rest, His sights set high, He'll make me the best. I've found my way back, I've finally come home, And I hope and I pray, no more will I roam.
John E. Reardon jrsweb@comcast.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site My Long Road Home Many roads I have traveled, many thoughts I have had, Some have been good and some have been bad. Many choices I've made in the face of temptation, None easily made or without hesitation. Though all seemed right at the time they were made, I had no way to know that many were forbade. At the time they were made I was the lamb that was lost, Falling prey to the wolves I suffered great loss. But as God has known since the begining of time, Twas the way He would bring me to this destiny of mine. He knew in the end His love would win out, Bad thoughts in my mind, He'd block them all out. Though He knew I would stray it would not be for long, For He knew in the end I'd be singing His song. He knew that His love was deep in my heart, And He knew that we're friends and that we'd never part. So with His love rekindled, burning deep in my soul, My problems will dwindle, He has made me whole. And though I've no way to know what life will briing, A glorious new song my heart will sing. For God's love will win out over all of the rest, His sights set high, He'll make me the best. I've found my way back, I've finally come home, And I hope and I pray, no more will I roam.
John E. Reardon jrsweb@comcast.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site My Long Road Home Many roads I have traveled, many thoughts I have had, Some have been good and some have been bad. Many choices I've made in the face of temptation, None easily made or without hesitation. Though all seemed right at the time they were made, I had no way to know that many were forbade. At the time they were made I was the lamb that was lost, Falling prey to the wolves I suffered great loss. But as God has known since the begining of time, Twas the way He would bring me to this destiny of mine. He knew in the end His love would win out, Bad thoughts in my mind, He'd block them all out. Though He knew I would stray it would not be for long, For He knew in the end I'd be singing His song. He knew that His love was deep in my heart, And He knew that we're friends and that we'd never part. So with His love rekindled, burning deep in my soul, My problems will dwindle, He has made me whole. And though I've no way to know what life will briing, A glorious new song my heart will sing. For God's love will win out over all of the rest, His sights set high, He'll make me the best. I've found my way back, I've finally come home, And I hope and I pray, no more will I roam.
Willie S. Joyner
vinsonatlas@pcjoes.com
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Life is a very special gift, that was given to us from God above.
The remarkable thing about it, God knows the exact number of hairs on our heads and what we would be like before we were
every born.
He knows what make us happy, He knows waht make us cry, He knows our good points, He knows our bad points and the exact day and hour we will die.
He knows what we will accomplish in our life and He knows what
we will be.
So theres no use in holding back from God because Hes knows
every thing about you and me.
{Willie Sidney Conrad Joyner}
Willie Sidney Conrad Joyner
vinsonatlas@pcjoes.com
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HE KNOWS
Life is a very special gift, that was given to us from
God above.
The remarkable thing about it, God knows the exact
number of hairs on our heads and what we were be like
before we were every born.
He knows what makes us happy, He knows what makes us cry
He knows our good points and He knows our bad points and
He knows the exxact hour and day that we will die.
He Knows what we will accomplish in life and He knows what
we will be.
So theres no use in holding back from God because He
knows every thing about you and me.
{ Willie Sidney Conrad Joyner)
Michael Williams Michael5733@msn.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Relationships What's wrong with this world today? People just don't care what they do or say A marriage or relationship should be strong But people anymore just can't get along Over senseless things, you argue and fight Because both of you think that you're right Divorces happen everyday Why? That's Not The Godly Way What happened to Love? What happened to Trust? What happened to Faith? Did they all turn to LUST? Romans 12:9-10 Love must be sincere Hate what is evil Cling to what is good Be devoted to one another in brotherly love Honor one another above yourselves copyright2003 Michael Williams
Michael Williams Michael5733@msn.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Relationships What's wrong with this world today? People just don't care what they do or say A marriage or relationship should be strong But people anymore just can't get along Over senseless things, you argue and fight Because both of you think that you're right Divorces happen everyday Why? That's Not The Godly Way What happened to Love? What happened to Trust? What happened to Faith? Did they all turn to LUST? Romans 12:9-10 Love must be sincere Hate what is evil Cling to what is good Be devoted to one another in brotherly love Honor one another above yourselves copyright2003 Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Get High?
Jesus Christ
He'll Get You High
He's an experience,everyone should try
Young or old
Big or small
Jesus Christ
He's for us all
He doesn't taste like cocaine
He doesn't stink like pot
He doesn't smell like alcohol
Illegal He is not
When life's problems come your way
And your tired of battling Day After Day
Drugs's or Alcohol, Don't You Try
Jesus Christ
He'll Get You High
Adedotun Ogunbajo dotunogunbajo@yahoo.co.uk I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site " Trust Him". So free, so happy. I'll like to make this snappy. The lord has given you assurance. You have a reason to dance. The lord is faithful and willing. He will do anything, everything. The lord is always there for you He'll give you a life changing breakthrough Put your trust in him. Though the road may seem grim. The lord is your strenght my brother Your fortress like no other.
Adedotun Ogunbajo dotunogunbajo@yahoo.co.uk I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site " Trust Him". So free, so happy. I'll like to make this snappy. The lord has given you assurance. You have a reason to dance. The lord is faithful and willing. He will do anything, everything. The lord is always there for you He'll give you a life changing breakthrough Put your trust in him. Though the road may seem grim. The lord is your strenght my brother Your fortress like no other.
Adedotun Ogunbajo dotunogunbajo@yahoo.co.uk I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site " Trust Him". So free, so happy. I'll like to make this snappy. The lord has given you assurance. You have a reason to dance. The lord is faithful and willing. He will do anything, everything. The lord is always there for you He'll give you a life changing breakthrough Put your trust in him. Though the road may seem grim. The lord is your strenght my brother Your fortress like no other.
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Sandra Stewart sandysunrays@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Do you know Him His love is like a sweet southern hymn. He promises to always be with you. What you'll require is a broken heart. Trust me you'll be off to a good start. Just humble yourself before Him in prayer And before you know it you'll see His care. No need to continue to punish yourself. He has already paid the price for eternal life. Yes this great gift is available to you and me. There is somethings He expects us to be. Abide by His word as you learn. A faithful christian ready for his mission. He has great blessings, for all His children. So if your feeling alone, and not sure what to do? The Lord will be there to see you through. A message One day at a time says sweet Jesus Your requests you seek you shall find. As though you may need to walk like the blind Is the heart you'll need to combined. Keep your steps towards my Kingdom My riches in Heaven will give you freedom. I know your trails and tribulations To humble your walk congratulations. A Father must diciphine his child. For His works not to be taken mild. Don't worry about worldly things It puts a barrier of what the Lord shall bring. Although you may have your doubts He will increase your faith to great amounts. Continue to be a loving, and patient man. The Lord will soon reveal His master plan. One day at a time says sweet Jesues Your requests you seek you shall find.
Sandra Stewart sandysunrays@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Do you know Him His love is like a sweet southern hymn. He promises to always be with you. What you'll require is a broken heart. Trust me you'll be off to a good start. Just humble yourself before Him in prayer And before you know it you'll see His care. No need to continue to punish yourself. He has already paid the price for eternal life. Yes this great gift is available to you and me. There is somethings He expects us to be. Abide by His word as you learn. A faithful christian ready for his mission. He has great blessings, for all His children. So if your feeling alone, and not sure what to do? The Lord will be there to see you through. A message One day at a time says sweet Jesus Your requests you seek you shall find. As though you may need to walk like the blind Is the heart you'll need to combined. Keep your steps towards my Kingdom My riches in Heaven will give you freedom. I know your trails and tribulations To humble your walk congratulations. A Father must diciphine his child. For His works not to be taken mild. Don't worry about worldly things It puts a barrier of what the Lord shall bring. Although you may have your doubts He will increase your faith to great amounts. Continue to be a loving, and patient man. The Lord will soon reveal His master plan. One day at a time says sweet Jesues Your requests you seek you shall find.
Sandra Stewart sandysunrays@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Do you know Him His love is like a sweet southern hymn. He promises to always be with you. What you'll require is a broken heart. Trust me you'll be off to a good start. Just humble yourself before Him in prayer And before you know it you'll see His care. No need to continue to punish yourself. He has already paid the price for eternal life. Yes this great gift is available to you and me. There is somethings He expects us to be. Abide by His word as you learn. A faithful christian ready for his mission. He has great blessings, for all His children. So if your feeling alone, and not sure what to do? The Lord will be there to see you through. A message One day at a time says sweet Jesus Your requests you seek you shall find. As though you may need to walk like the blind Is the heart you'll need to combined. Keep your steps towards my Kingdom My riches in Heaven will give you freedom. I know your trails and tribulations To humble your walk congratulations. A Father must diciphine his child. For His works not to be taken mild. Don't worry about worldly things It puts a barrier of what the Lord shall bring. Although you may have your doubts He will increase your faith to great amounts. Continue to be a loving, and patient man. The Lord will soon reveal His master plan. One day at a time says sweet Jesues Your requests you seek you shall find.
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Michael Williams
Michael5733@msn.com
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Just Trust In Me People, When will you truly, Just Trust In Me What? You Don't Trust what you Can't see? Life can be simple and worry free How? It's not hard, Just Trust In Me Problems will happen to everyone And when they do, Life Is No Fun Trust Me, Try Me, Soon you'll know I'm not just talk I'm All Show I can make Great things happen, and you'll agree I'm God Almighty, Just Trust In Me
Joan Pariseau
joansbutterfly@ yahoo.com
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Let God Have Victory
When we obey God
Satan gets angry
He tries to hook us!
Satan is like a viper
He reaches out for our souls
Don't let him reach you!
Sin is great temptation
Is your love for God greater?
Trust and obey the Lord!
Put your trust in God
Turn your life over to him
Then you will know peace!
Take the walk with God
You will never be empty
Your cup be be full!
Joan Pariseau
joansbutterfly@ yahoo.com
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Let God Have Victory
When we obey God
Satan gets angry
He tries to hook us!
Satan is like a viper
He reaches out for our souls
Don't let him reach you!
Sin is great temptation
Is your love for God greater?
Trust and obey the Lord!
Put your trust in God
Turn your life over to him
Then you will know peace!
Take the walk with God
You will never be empty
Your cup be be full!
Joan Pariseau
joansbutterfly@ yahoo.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site
Let God Have Victory
When we obey God
Satan gets angry
He tries to hook us!
Satan is like a viper
He reaches out for our souls
Don't let him reach you!
Sin is great temptation
Is your love for God greater?
Trust and obey the Lord!
Put your trust in God
Turn your life over to him
Then you will know peace!
Take the walk with God
You will never be empty
Your cup be be full!
Joan Pariseau
joansbutterfly@ yahoo.com
I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site
Let God Have Victory
When we obey God
Satan gets angry
He tries to hook us!
Satan is like a viper
He reaches out for our souls
Don't let him reach you!
Sin is great temptation
Is your love for God greater?
Trust and obey the Lord!
Put your trust in God
Turn your life over to him
Then you will know peace!
Take the walk with God
You will never be empty
Your cup be be full!
Susan R. Smith
mommaeagle773@hotmail.com
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Dueteronomy 6:29-33
The Ten Commandments:
Why are these stones,so important they say. Do we really need them, let us remove them from display.
Do you see, It's more than just engraved stones, that are placed upon our walls.
It was written by the finger of God,
It established our constitution, It's
the foundation of our laws.
We must always guard this landmark
Never let them take it away.
Write them upon the post of our house
Write them upon the gates and highways
Write them upon our heart
Teach them to our children
And to dillegenlly pray.
Our land is filled with violence
Crimes flood the streets
Why? Because we have forsaken
The Laws that makes us free.
America, Bring back prayer in schools
Let's let God's Law Be the Golden Rule.
Yes, We need the Ten Commandments
Let Us Not Be A Fool.
Copyright2005 By: Susan R.Smith
Susan R. Smith
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IT IS MY TIME TO FLY
Lord, you know all about me
You see what's in my heart
Only you alone can guide me
Show me where to start
With patience, you teach me wisdom
In faith, I'll learn to walk
Lord, I'm a eaglette still learning
Sometimes, you'll hear me squawk
Cast out of my nest
My parents built for me
Then out went my toys
It seemed crazy to me
It's time to stretch my wings
I have to learn to fly
I've watched mom and dad
Now, It's my time to fly
They showed me how to eat
They taught me how to hunt food
Daily catching meals in flight
Would make my bones grow good
When I see storms are coming
I don't runnaway and hide
I stretch my wings towards the heavens
Above the clouds I take my flight
Copyright2004 By Susan R.Smith
Susan R. Smith
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IT IS MY TIME TO FLY
Lord, you know all about me
You see what's in my heart
Only you alone can guide me
Show me where to start
With patience, you teach me wisdom
In faith, I'll learn to walk
Lord, I'm a eaglette still learning
Sometimes, you'll hear me squawk
Cast out of my nest
My parents built for me
Then out went my toys
It seemed crazy to me
It's time to stretch my wings
I have to learn to fly
I've watched mom and dad
Now, It's my time to fly
They showed me how to eat
They taught me how to hunt food
Daily catching meals in flight
Would make my bones grow good
When I see storms are coming
I don't runnaway and hide
I stretch my wings towards the heavens
Above the clouds I take my flight
Copyright2004 By Susan R.Smith
Julie angelbubble2@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site My Lord I drove the nails into your hands I've whipped you with my sin And now I bow before you Letting go of who I've been. Knowing who I used to be A place where demons meet Who am I to know the one That kneels to wash my feet? You chose to die for me that day For I was on your mind Your healing blood drips on my face You paid what I was fined. You said that you would rise again Your faithfulness rang out Three days is all it took for you To show us never doubt! My Lord you are alive in me And risen on this day! The strips of linen rest alone The stone is rolled away! We drove the nails into His hands We've whipped Him with our sin Let's come to Him in worship Like before we've never been!
shibu philip helloshibuphilip@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY DEATH AND I ONE NIGHT THIS IS WHAT I SEE MY DEATH IS STANDING QUIETLY NEAR ME I ASKED,” DEATH WHY ARE YOU HERE?” ITS TIME NOT,FOR ME TO BE THERE. AM I NOT YOUNG AND BOLD? ARE YOU IGNORANT OR NOT TOLD? WAS THERE A SIN IN MY LIFE’S SUM? THEN WHY TO ME HAVE YOU COME? I HAVE A WISH TO MARRY A WIFE GET EMPLOYED AND SETTLE MY LIFE MY DEAR AND FRIENDS WILL WHOLE DAY SCREAM IF YOU TAKE ME AND CHOP MY DREAM. AFTER LONG,MY DEATH SPOKE TO ME IN A LOWLY VOICE I AM IMPARTIAL HAVE NO FAVOURS OR CHOICE WHAT I TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE AND MONEY YOU ARE THE SAME TO ME LIKE SO MANY. FOR ME ARE SAME RICH AND PAUPER IT MATTERS NOT IF YOU ARE DULL OR TOPPER THIS IS WHAT HAS TO COME VERY A FAST YOU HAVE TO QUIT EITHER FIRST OR LAST. HIS WORDS AS IF CHOKED MY SOUND IN MY EARS IT WENT ROUND N ROUND GATHERING MY STRENGTH I BEGGED A CHANCE HE SAID ,I DO NOT INFORM IN ADVANCE. I CLOSED MY EYES FOR A LITTLE WHILE SAW MY PAST AS THE LIFE’S PROFILE THEN I STOOD AND WALKED IN STYLE THOUGH I COULDN’T YET WITH A PARTLY SMILE. THIS IS THE SCENE OF NEXT MORNING MY PARENTS AND FRIENDS WERE GREATLY MOURNING A PLEASING LIFE TO CREATOR IS ALL ONE CAN DO FOR TODAY WAS I TOMORROW MAY BE YOU. WRITTEN BY: CADET SHIBU PHILIP HELLOSHIBUPHILIP@YAHOO.COM INS MANDOVI,NAVAL ACADEMY,VEREM GOA INDIA:403109
shibu philip helloshibuphilip@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY DEATH AND I ONE NIGHT THIS IS WHAT I SEE MY DEATH IS STANDING QUIETLY NEAR ME I ASKED,” DEATH WHY ARE YOU HERE?” ITS TIME NOT,FOR ME TO BE THERE. AM I NOT YOUNG AND BOLD? ARE YOU IGNORANT OR NOT TOLD? WAS THERE A SIN IN MY LIFE’S SUM? THEN WHY TO ME HAVE YOU COME? I HAVE A WISH TO MARRY A WIFE GET EMPLOYED AND SETTLE MY LIFE MY DEAR AND FRIENDS WILL WHOLE DAY SCREAM IF YOU TAKE ME AND CHOP MY DREAM. AFTER LONG,MY DEATH SPOKE TO ME IN A LOWLY VOICE I AM IMPARTIAL HAVE NO FAVOURS OR CHOICE WHAT I TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE AND MONEY YOU ARE THE SAME TO ME LIKE SO MANY. FOR ME ARE SAME RICH AND PAUPER IT MATTERS NOT IF YOU ARE DULL OR TOPPER THIS IS WHAT HAS TO COME VERY A FAST YOU HAVE TO QUIT EITHER FIRST OR LAST. HIS WORDS AS IF CHOKED MY SOUND IN MY EARS IT WENT ROUND N ROUND GATHERING MY STRENGTH I BEGGED A CHANCE HE SAID ,I DO NOT INFORM IN ADVANCE. I CLOSED MY EYES FOR A LITTLE WHILE SAW MY PAST AS THE LIFE’S PROFILE THEN I STOOD AND WALKED IN STYLE THOUGH I COULDN’T YET WITH A PARTLY SMILE. THIS IS THE SCENE OF NEXT MORNING MY PARENTS AND FRIENDS WERE GREATLY MOURNING A PLEASING LIFE TO CREATOR IS ALL ONE CAN DO FOR TODAY WAS I TOMORROW MAY BE YOU. WRITTEN BY: CADET SHIBU PHILIP HELLOSHIBUPHILIP@YAHOO.COM INS MANDOVI,NAVAL ACADEMY,VEREM GOA INDIA:403109
shibu philip helloshibuphilip@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY DEATH AND I ONE NIGHT THIS IS WHAT I SEE MY DEATH IS STANDING QUIETLY NEAR ME I ASKED,” DEATH WHY ARE YOU HERE?” ITS TIME NOT,FOR ME TO BE THERE. AM I NOT YOUNG AND BOLD? ARE YOU IGNORANT OR NOT TOLD? WAS THERE A SIN IN MY LIFE’S SUM? THEN WHY TO ME HAVE YOU COME? I HAVE A WISH TO MARRY A WIFE GET EMPLOYED AND SETTLE MY LIFE MY DEAR AND FRIENDS WILL WHOLE DAY SCREAM IF YOU TAKE ME AND CHOP MY DREAM. AFTER LONG,MY DEATH SPOKE TO ME IN A LOWLY VOICE I AM IMPARTIAL HAVE NO FAVOURS OR CHOICE WHAT I TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE AND MONEY YOU ARE THE SAME TO ME LIKE SO MANY. FOR ME ARE SAME RICH AND PAUPER IT MATTERS NOT IF YOU ARE DULL OR TOPPER THIS IS WHAT HAS TO COME VERY A FAST YOU HAVE TO QUIT EITHER FIRST OR LAST. HIS WORDS AS IF CHOKED MY SOUND IN MY EARS IT WENT ROUND N ROUND GATHERING MY STRENGTH I BEGGED A CHANCE HE SAID ,I DO NOT INFORM IN ADVANCE. I CLOSED MY EYES FOR A LITTLE WHILE SAW MY PAST AS THE LIFE’S PROFILE THEN I STOOD AND WALKED IN STYLE THOUGH I COULDN’T YET WITH A PARTLY SMILE. THIS IS THE SCENE OF NEXT MORNING MY PARENTS AND FRIENDS WERE GREATLY MOURNING A PLEASING LIFE TO CREATOR IS ALL ONE CAN DO FOR TODAY WAS I TOMORROW MAY BE YOU. WRITTEN BY: CADET SHIBU PHILIP HELLOSHIBUPHILIP@YAHOO.COM INS MANDOVI,NAVAL ACADEMY,VEREM GOA INDIA:403109
shibu philip helloshibuphilip@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY DEATH AND I ONE NIGHT THIS IS WHAT I SEE MY DEATH IS STANDING QUIETLY NEAR ME I ASKED,” DEATH WHY ARE YOU HERE?” ITS TIME NOT,FOR ME TO BE THERE. AM I NOT YOUNG AND BOLD? ARE YOU IGNORANT OR NOT TOLD? WAS THERE A SIN IN MY LIFE’S SUM? THEN WHY TO ME HAVE YOU COME? I HAVE A WISH TO MARRY A WIFE GET EMPLOYED AND SETTLE MY LIFE MY DEAR AND FRIENDS WILL WHOLE DAY SCREAM IF YOU TAKE ME AND CHOP MY DREAM. AFTER LONG,MY DEATH SPOKE TO ME IN A LOWLY VOICE I AM IMPARTIAL HAVE NO FAVOURS OR CHOICE WHAT I TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE AND MONEY YOU ARE THE SAME TO ME LIKE SO MANY. FOR ME ARE SAME RICH AND PAUPER IT MATTERS NOT IF YOU ARE DULL OR TOPPER THIS IS WHAT HAS TO COME VERY A FAST YOU HAVE TO QUIT EITHER FIRST OR LAST. HIS WORDS AS IF CHOKED MY SOUND IN MY EARS IT WENT ROUND N ROUND GATHERING MY STRENGTH I BEGGED A CHANCE HE SAID ,I DO NOT INFORM IN ADVANCE. I CLOSED MY EYES FOR A LITTLE WHILE SAW MY PAST AS THE LIFE’S PROFILE THEN I STOOD AND WALKED IN STYLE THOUGH I COULDN’T YET WITH A PARTLY SMILE. THIS IS THE SCENE OF NEXT MORNING MY PARENTS AND FRIENDS WERE GREATLY MOURNING A PLEASING LIFE TO CREATOR IS ALL ONE CAN DO FOR TODAY WAS I TOMORROW MAY BE YOU. WRITTEN BY: CADET SHIBU PHILIP HELLOSHIBUPHILIP@YAHOO.COM INS MANDOVI,NAVAL ACADEMY,VEREM GOA INDIA:403109
seun akinwande segunseun@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site I sat down to reflect on the complexity of this life... I ended up beign amused just like King solomon... How atimes i want to race and make it faster and ahead of my mates... But the more i try the more The lord slows me down "one step at a time my dear one...for the battle is not to the swift Nor the raise to the strong...my measure of success or achievement is not the same as man sees it" It's hard for me to follow slowly and walk WITH the Lord How convenient it is to walk AHEAD of Him! But soberly i have come to see&realize...that All my toils,sweat and struggles... My aspirations,achievement and passions were put in me by The Lord For "he made me both to WILL and DO His good pleasure So i have given it all to Him...and i have put my hand In HIS too...to hold me as we walk TOGETHER
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Angel Of Light
written 6-20-2004
God spoke, an angel of light he made.
Purpose he had for A little flower of love.
Little angel,your name is Haley.
A bud of love.
Wrote her name,in the Lambs Book Of Life.
Life don'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.
Make people happy,soothe an aching heart.
Earth,I allowed you to visit,so give a little hope.
Your prayers, I 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 sparkel here on earth.
My little angel,one day will be,
A beautiful flower,in the master's bouquet.
Louvenia R. Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia R. Campbell
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Creation
To God be the glory. written 2 /16/ 97
One day in time,earth had no form.
Darkness lay throughout a universe.
God spoke,light came,seperated the two,called it night and day.
Water he split,formed a pretty sky.
Gathered waters together,dry land,he called Earth.
With whispers of love,plants began to grow.
Heaven so beautiful,should never be alone.
In the air,placed all the flying fowl.
Waters cold,gave fish and comforted her.
Earth lonesome,gave her creatures to roam upon her soil.
All together they harmonized but God was still alone.
With creative hands,took clay,formed it in his image.
A friend he needed so he made the first man.
Man was lonesome,from his rib,he gave the first bride.
By his comand,gave a gift of life,children to call their own.
Part of dad and part of Mom,a circul completed.
Creation was finished,Father God said,this is good.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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From A Cross To A Crown
9-17-02
Lord what have I to reind unto thee?
A Tabernacle of flesh and bone.
Had it not been for a rugged cross, I would be lost.
You took a cross and gave me a crown.
Instead of judgement, grace and mercy.
The robe you gave, was prosperity,health and wealth.
Today I look through eyes of love.
I hear through ears of understanding.
MY hands, reach out to give.
My cries are, make me in thy image.
God you are the creator.
I am but clay in the potters hands.
Make me, a vessel of honor.
May I stand proud in thy kingdom.
From a sinner you created a saint.
From a cross you gave a crown.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Campbell
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God's Choice
To my husband ,whom I love so dear.11 /13/ 1999
If in time the death angel calls,
I will walk lifes road alone.
I will live in memory lane.
I will walk life's road alone.
If I should need a little strength,
I Will call your name.
The angels will carry it through
The winds,across heavens shore.
If in time your name be called.
I will walk life's road alone.
I will think of you when I see a deer,
Or hear a turkey call.
In the spring I will think of you,
When life is new and fields are green.
As I smell the fragrance of herbs,
I may stop and shed a tear,
Just for you my dear.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Look At Me Now
Written 4/29 /92
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, a new man 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's 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,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,Jesus pardoned me.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Little Shepherd
Written 7/8 /1997
A man of God sleeps in the earth.
He taught us of God's love.
He made us want to live right.
A man of God life has passed,
Two working hands now at rest.
It broke our hearts for him to go.
A man of God now walks on streets of gold.
He taught us how to walk on earth.
When you left, you didn't go alone.
A part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
Thank God for little shepherds,
Those that love the sheep.
A man of God so precious,almost like a dad.
Man of God ,you just rest.
We will walk with Jesus,just like you taught.
We'll live our life the best we can,
For we must wait our fate.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Just For Today
Written 6/5/1996
Lord, make thy light shine upon my path.
Kiss the dawn with morning light.
Let thy mercy reach out for me.
Help me except the contents of this day.
As I awake, let thanks be my first words.
Keep my mind on things of good.
Help me live in perfect peace.
Let all things work to my good ,
For I have sought thy ways.
As my feet begins to trod, walk with me, lest I fall.
Guide my direction, that trouble be not in my way.
Let thy sight be that of mine.
Let me see no defeat but find victory over all.
Bridle my tongue, harsh words flee from me.
Let the poor stand not in need.
Let my heart reach out to thee.
Grant truth, so those with little knowledge, may learn from me.
Guide my feet toward heaven, let hell not opens her gates.
If the death angel arrives, let my sins be blotted out.
Let heaven welcome me,an eternal home ,made by thine own hands.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
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I prayed A Prayer For You
Written 3/3/ 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 distress,
Maybe it's sickness,
Maybe you've had a great loss.
Maybe you need to know,
You have a faithful friend,
Who thinks 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 will overcome,
Life's hardest storms.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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If In Time
To my loving husband ,with love.written/9/6/99
If God calls me home,And you are left to walk alone.
You will hear my name,
Each time you see a Rose in bloom.
As you walk the mountains,
The wind will be my presence.
Smell the dandelion and wild daffodils.
Pick one for me,call out my name.
Earth will replace it.
A flower,from you to me.
Face the wind ,blow to me a kiss.
The angels will carry it,
Across heavens shore to me.
If you want to visit me,
Just close your eyes and dream.
It is then I will lay with you.
I will kiss your lips,one more time.
With every beat of your heart,
I will be close to you.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
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I Am But One Soul
Written 3 / 7 / 2001
I am but one soul trapped within earthen vessel.
Troubles come,I wonder,why was I borned?
Do I have purpose as I stand in my place?
I feel mistakes is all I've made.
I reach for happiness and sadness appears.
Laughter turns to teary eyes in search for joy of the heart.
Prosperity flees, poverty fills my hands.
I try to pray,the heavens seem as brass.
I look in the mirror.
I fail to see, an unfinished product started in mothers womb.
I know,I am but one soul who wonders of their worth.
I was born for God's purpose and not my own.
Now I have happieness,sadness run away.
Prosperity surrounds me and poverty I can't find.
Now as I pray, angels sing aloud.
I'm not finished but I know one thing.
I am a product, being made perfect by the masters hands.
Louvenia Campbell
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Look At Me Now
Written 4/29 /92
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, a new man 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's 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,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,Jesus pardoned me.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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My friend Jesus
written4/3/ 93
When tossed to and fro, the sea of time bruises my heart and soul.
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 sooths my very soul.
Coldness becomes as warmth,as his hand reaches mine.
A hedge he puts around me, angels encamp round about.
When I know not direction, he shines his light my way.
He disaplines with love to lead and guide as I walk.
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,he is the rock ,I stand upon.
He said ,I inherited the earth for my own posession.
I will not loose or ever be without,
Jesus is my friend, I will talk to him.
Louvenia Campbell
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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, I must rest.
I lay in wait, for mornings light.
Angels gard me while I rest.
Hold my hand, stand by my bed.
Wake me at thy dawn.
Bring to me God's loving grace,
That I may enter, A new day.
As I sleep bring close to me,
Visions of heaven and angels at play.
Keep my soul, guard my heart,
For this is my last prayer, for today.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
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My Mountain
8-22-01
When I stand upon my mountain, look back down the hill.
I see a path winding,I know my savior's real.
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 the streams ,my savior's held my hand.
With the saviors peace and love I will always run.
I'll tell you of his ring I wear, of his crown so fair.
I'll tell you of his hand I've held,no man he's ever failed.
His eyes of love ,his hair so fair,his hands so soft and warm.
He bathed me with his beauty, bought me with his blood.
I just want to thank him, for victories I've won.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Precious Today
Written 8/9 /1995
Today I awaken, a new day has dawned.
No stronger am I than the day gone by.
Today holds new trials of it's own.
I made it through yesterday,
Now caught here in today.
Faith in the salvation of God ,
Brought the saving of my house yesterday,
So, one day at A time,
I'll put my trust in thee.
Each day God's love reaches out,
With daylight to kiss the earth.
Yesterday is forever gone.
Today, my Lord has made.
Tommorrow is only my dream.
I will rejoice and be glad,
For in but A moment,
This earthsuit could fail,
Then I'd stand to give an account,
For all my days gone by.
Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Past ,Present,future
Written 3/ 30/1994
Tonight I lie in restful sleep.
I await the dawning of tommorrow.
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.
It is now my past.
I'll do all the good I can,
Live the best I know how.
I have no promise of tommorrow,
My day is yet uncertain.
If by the grace of God,I enter a new day.
For his grace,I shall thank him.
Yesterday passed,tommorrow is not promised.
Today is uncertain for us all.
Thank God,For the moment,
You hold in your hand.
Louvenia Campbell
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The Bride Awaits
Jesus is coming for his bride, she is adorned and ready.
Salvation covers her head, she's bought by his blood.
A robe of pure white he's given her.
Her eyes hold compassion for her fellow man.
She hears his commands,with joy speaks of how he keeps his word.
Nothing good has she done to deserve such a one.
He sends her gifts from his storehouse above.
Her breast, he's hidden with his righteousness so fine.
A sword of bright aray,he's placed within her hand.
Her loins he girded, with truth that he is God.
With peace she spreads the gosples ,Matthew, Mark, Luck and John.
He's prepareing her a place for where his is, she'll be also.
If it was not true, he would have told her so.
In a short while, a wedding will take place.
Encamped about, angels keeps her as she waits.
His love overshadows her,it shines upon her narrow path.
His hands is forever guiding her, to that perfect eternal day.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Campbell
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Upon The Battlefield
12-6-99
Upon the battlefield we meet with sword and shield in hand.
Trials come to rule our life, reasons we know not why.
Upon this battlefield we sing.
Faith and hope brings troubles to end.
Ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find.
All things are possible to them that believe.
With water raging, our master guide we call.
God is our shield, upon this battlefield.
Our ship cannot be sank , guide us safely ore.
The morning brings mercy.
We bath in sunshine at thy feet.
Cries upon this battlefield goes not unheard.
The apple of God's eyes, we will always be.
Upon this battlefield we stand.
Our battle has been won.
Louvenia Campbell
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Today's Prayer
10-13-02
Upon rising to a new days breath,I repent.
I come short of thy glory.
Love sustained me.
Angels build a hedge about me.
let me enjoy the day at hand.
I have no promise tommorrow will appear.
Let grace shadow me and mercy abide.
Crown me with patience.
May my soul sing praise in winds of promise.
Let joys strengeth be reward for the day.
Before my feet let temprence trod.
Let kindness abound,
For this is today's prayer
Louvenia Campbell
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Upon The Battlefield
12-6-99
Upon the battlefield we meet with sword and shield in hand.
Trials come to rule our life, reasons we know not why.
Upon this battlefield we sing.
Faith and hope brings troubles to end.
Ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find.
All things are possible to them that believe.
With water raging, our master guide we call.
God is our shield, upon this battlefield.
Our ship cannot be sank , guide us safely ore.
The morning brings mercy.
We bath in sunshine at thy feet.
Cries upon this battlefield goes not unheard.
The apple of God's eyes, we will always be.
Upon this battlefield we stand.
Our battle has been won.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Thanks
to all my poem reader ,thank you
Lord take my hand,walk with me,
Through my sorrows and roughest pain.
Make me glade for rain
As well as sun shiney days.
Make me thankful for the glittering dew,
I"M grateful for snowflakes against my cheek.
Thanks for the wind as it brush my hair.
Thanks for the sun upon my face once more.
Thanks for the glitter the sun leaves upon the snow covered field.
Thanks for the stream that flows free but never finds an end.
Thank you for the valleys where simple things are seen.
Thank you for the mountains where the tall trees grow.
Thank you for the meadows,where soft grass grows.
Thank you lord, for the good ,you see in me.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Campbell
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When I Am Gone
When I am gone and my flesh dwells with Mother earth,
Then will I begin to live.
I will then 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,
But 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,do good to Every man.
Love your enemies, you will be loved by God.
Feed the poor and help the weak.
When I am gone,really I am not,
For I have only been changed in form.
I will live forever.
I have gained grace and mercy.
I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
God taught me how to live.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Who But God
written 4/ 27/1996
Who but God can number the stars
Or count the grains of sand?
Who could know the depth of the sea
Or the weight of mountains?
Who can measure the width of the heavens
Or know where to place planets?
Who knows the distance
Between heaven and earth?
Who knows the degrees of the sun?
Who knows the cubic feet of the earth?
Who can catch the wind or put rain in a cloud?
Who can gather waters together and form a sea?
The waters of earth flows into the sea but
God never alows it to increase.
Who can make a man from clay?
Who can go with us through death
Then meet us on the other side?
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Where Angel Wings Are felt
11-23-2000
When my mind is troubled and sad,
Away to my mountain I go.
The air is clean, the breeze sweet, it's there, angel wings are felt.
Butterflies plentiful, colors so many.
Sunlight makes it's way through the trees as the morning is birthed.
It's then angel wings are felt.
A huge Oak stands tall, I feel good as I sit in her shade.
On top of this mountain breezes brushes my hair.
A kiss of peace is left upon my cheek as tears softly fade.
It's then angel wings are felt.
The Whipper- wheel calls it's mate as others
sing and play.
The frogs greet the shade of evening with their mating calls.
All is happiness on top of my mountain.
It is here ,angel wings are felt.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Who But God
written 4/ 27/1996
Who but God can number the stars
Or count the grains of sand?
Who could know the depth of the sea
Or the weight of mountains?
Who can measure the width of the heavens
Or know where to place planets?
Who knows the distance
Between heaven and earth?
Who knows the degrees of the sun?
Who knows the cubic feet of the earth?
Who can catch the wind or put rain in a cloud?
Who can gather waters together and form a sea?
The waters of earth flows into the sea but
God never alows it to increase.
Who can make a man from clay?
Who can go with us through death
Then meet us on the other side?
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Words
5/14/98
Words are treasures ,when spoken in kindness.
A keep sake,written upon the table of one's heart.
You will always remember the one who spoke them.
Words spoken in love,turns away wrath from a heart of hate.
Words are creative or destructive.
They build friendship or make a lifetime enemy.
They creat happieness or sadness,carried in the heart.
If you have little to give,then give a kind word.
It will be made a treasure or wound carried a lifetime.
Words are weapons,they bless or curse.
From the heart,thy mouth speaks.
May thy words stay tender,kind and true.
They bring life, happieness and abundance while living.
Louvenia Campbell
Copyright ©2004 Louvenia Rose Campbell
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Diane Shedrick
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Somewhere
Somewhere there's a place that Jesus tells of ,
where there's no more crying , no more tears ;
Where the loved ones that have left us will be waiting ,
to welcome us all home that He loved dear.
The walls of His kingdom are made of jasper,
The gates of His city ,made of pearl ;
The streets are made of gold, and Oh! there's laughter,
From the saints who have made it from this world .
The Master will be there to greet us ,
We'll be washed in the blood of the Lamb ;
A crown and robe of white will be waiting ,
for those who've been faithful to the end .
Oh! yes , There's going to be a celebration ,
with our Savior , in Hallelujah Square ;
I'll see you when I cross the shining river,
and be united with my Master over there .
Diane Shedrick
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Somewhere
Somewhere there's a place that Jesus tells of ,
where there's no more crying , no more tears ;
Where the loved ones that have left us will be waiting ,
to welcome us all home that He loved dear.
The walls of His kingdom are made of jasper,
The gates of His city ,made of pearl ;
The streets are made of gold, and Oh! there's laughter,
From the saints who have made it from this world .
The Master will be there to greet us ,
We'll be washed in the blood of the Lamb ;
A crown and robe of white will be waiting ,
for those who've been faithful to the end .
Oh! yes , There's going to be a celebration ,
with our Savior , in Hallelujah Square ;
I'll see you when I cross the shining river,
and be united with my Master over there .
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JEREMY STEVEN GILLILAND
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EYES IN THE DARKNESS
Eyes in the darkness,
truth in the life.
Rohan Facey PoeticFirerf@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site From Creator God... I own the future, though the present is rife with difficulties. I am your peace, although you are marinating in wanderings lost and lone. I am the very core of your existence. Yet you wallow in doubts and sham-like allegiance. I'm the quintessence of compassion and goodness. All powerful and sovereign. But you fashion tiny mental pictures of me. Specialist in the impossible - that's who I am. Eternal Navigator and Emancipator. I clear your fear-clouded skies and rut-filled roads.
Helen Harris helenharris_love@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Love Saved Me When life had reached its toil My life no longer I wanted to keep As I thought upon how I would end it all- Falling asleep, in my dream there were You- Snap shot pictures taking me back in time Reminding me of all the years you were there Protecting and keeping me from way of harm Tears filled my eyes, Remembering such Compassion Love I cried out to You saying, I am just not worth saving And You still love me? For the price You paid for us says it all Touch of Your healing Love Filled my heart and soul Love saved me ~ From all my brokenness that day ~ Giving me Your Peace and Joy! Thank you Sweet Jesus For holding me in Your arms, Drying up all my tears That Joyful Day! Call Upon Him Remember when we are down and out Tears are rolling down our faces There's One who can dry up all our tears And put new smiles upon our faces ~ Just reach up our hands Up to Him in Praises! And give it all up to Jesus the Christ! He can give us perfect Peace and real Joy! He is The all-knowing God Able to give all we really need Jesus is the One, All we have to do is Just Call upon Him And always remember, He is the One We at any hour can call upon His Time When every door you open Seem to close You tried it all But nothing works You think there's nothing left for you to do You feel you are in a deep well Can't seem to pull your way up Jesus is just a call a way In Him you will reach the top Just in the right time ~ Open your heart to Jesus He is just a knock on His door way Heaven Door One day I will die And leave this place My hope is for heaven door When the Bride Groom Comes! I want my lamp light filled- With pure oil anointed of Him ~ And when I reach that heaven door- My hopes is for Jesus to call my name And Welcome me in Without You Jesus In my bed I lay, in thought of You Letting my mind think of your Goodness And from all you brought me through Sometimes in remembering, tears falls ~ For without you Jesus What would I have done? My soul Blesses! Worships and Praises your Name! Without you Jesus- What would I have done?
Mansfield Pokana
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1.Unconditional Love
Love is the most precious priceless gift that is free of charge
It grasp the unseen, the unspeakable, the unthinkable and the unbelievable
It sacrifices for others benefits
Joy and truth is found within
In rough seas
Love sails
Never has it seen a distance too far nor a time too long
Love is patience
In broken hearts and broken homes
Love mends
In war, persecutions, trials
Love is courageous and confident
In famine and in disasters
Love lives
Love sees no different faces or races or traces of guilt in the past, present and even in the future
Love forgives and loves
In fall and rise of tides
Love stand
Roses lose their fragrance and fade away
Loved ones pass away
Love remembers and Treasures in the heart
Darkness and light, wrong and right
Love goes for the best
It knows justice
In kindness, faithfulness and self control
Love shows honesty
In goals and objectives
Love accomplish in success
Error and evilism
Love corrects
Love is the hero in the end
Temptations and struggle
Love never fails
Love helps the needed but never helps to be cheated
The Sun rises and sets
Love keeps on its pace
Beast, steel, death and hell
Love conquers gracefully with no hesitation
Promises and lies
Love keeps its word forever
Bonds of matters decaying constantly
Love bond grows stronger everyday knowing the truth
Love binds tightly anything that it knows and sees that nothing can break it away from its hold
Love of unconditional
Praise God that this is his true Love and only he can change it according to his will. Love does not work only when he says so.
Love of Unconditional from God.
2.DO YOU REMEMBER
Remember once I have told you, that things would never be the same till the end of time
All the time I tried to make you realize and to turn around
Do you remember
Everyday, facing the same situation
Victory and Challenges facing us day and night
Thoughts wandering away in a far away places and I told you we would make it
Do you remember
Tears and Fears
Laughter and joy we shared
Temptations and error, we faced in the past is a stepping stone to the unknown future and I tried to make you understand
Do you remember
So many things to accomplish, so many Rivers to cross
It only takes courage to accomplish, just one step at a time
And I tell you to hold on
Do you remember
The highway is far, the ocean’s to rough to sail
There’s a lot to do, if only we could fly away
And I told you to have hope
Do you remember
Like a Rose in the desert
That withered away by the heating sun
But I took you to a well
Do you remember
There was a time you cried
I tried to comfort you
And I told of a story, that made you laugh to tears
Do you remember
So many questions
I could see it in your eyes
Didn’t I told you it’s not hard to get right
Do you remember
There was a darkest night
That you would not want to go home
But I knew you were afraid of the dark and that made me laugh
Do you remember
Lost in the Wilderness
Life without love is hopeless
But I took your hand and we walked
Do you remember
Laughers and joy we shared
Wishing this would last forever
And I told you that its possible
Do you remember
Holding hands and walked the path
To the land of never failing love
I told you believe in God and he’ll take us there, let him be our guide and strength
Do you remember
All of the good things I’ve done to you in the past to bring you here today
Wasn’tme, it was the invisible works of God all the time
If it wasn’t for him, then we wouldn’t be here
Now you’ll Remember
3.Now and Forever
There are times when I walked away from you
There are moments when my heart breaks and you comforted me
But one thing for sure you’ll be in my heart
As long as you live
Now and forever
There are times I thought I was strong
To face it on my own
But how wrong was I when the tide is high
When your love is needed the most
Now and forever
Paths to be taken
Winding roads to go
Though the journey is hard and long
You’re my courage that I need to hold on to
Now and forever
From the moment I’ve gone my way
Can’t fight this feeling
Can’t live like this forever
Cause I been with you for so long
Going far from you is like loosing my heart
Now and forever
I never thought our paths would crossed one day
But there’s a reason to be so
From the dawn of time we were meant together
I am losing hope like a rose losing its fragrance when I’m without you
I’ve come to realize that I needed you more than anything
Now and forever
I would not go on one more step
Weary and tired I am
Guess I’ve made up my mind to come back to you
Cause it’s you that will make my life complete
Now and Forever
I didn’t realize you were there where I was all the time
Just a call of your name and there you were in a flash of light
You were waiting all the time for me patiently when I have gone astray
I realize your greater love for me this time when I cross your path
That all things are in your control
Now and Forever
Lord forgive me for neglecting your ways, your truth, your words
As a sinner I am coming back to you
Cleanse me and make me anew
You are the one I needed most in Life
Now and forever
(Author: Mansfield JPokana 27th April 2004)
Mansfield Pokana
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1.Unconditional Love
Love is the most precious priceless gift that is free of charge
It grasp the unseen, the unspeakable, the unthinkable and the unbelievable
It sacrifices for others benefits
Joy and truth is found within
In rough seas
Love sails
Never has it seen a distance too far nor a time too long
Love is patience
In broken hearts and broken homes
Love mends
In war, persecutions, trials
Love is courageous and confident
In famine and in disasters
Love lives
Love sees no different faces or races or traces of guilt in the past, present and even in the future
Love forgives and loves
In fall and rise of tides
Love stand
Roses lose their fragrance and fade away
Loved ones pass away
Love remembers and Treasures in the heart
Darkness and light, wrong and right
Love goes for the best
It knows justice
In kindness, faithfulness and self control
Love shows honesty
In goals and objectives
Love accomplish in success
Error and evilism
Love corrects
Love is the hero in the end
Temptations and struggle
Love never fails
Love helps the needed but never helps to be cheated
The Sun rises and sets
Love keeps on its pace
Beast, steel, death and hell
Love conquers gracefully with no hesitation
Promises and lies
Love keeps its word forever
Bonds of matters decaying constantly
Love bond grows stronger everyday knowing the truth
Love binds tightly anything that it knows and sees that nothing can break it away from its hold
Love of unconditional
Praise God that this is his true Love and only he can change it according to his will. Love does not work only when he says so.
Love of Unconditional from God.
2.DO YOU REMEMBER
Remember once I have told you, that things would never be the same till the end of time
All the time I tried to make you realize and to turn around
Do you remember
Everyday, facing the same situation
Victory and Challenges facing us day and night
Thoughts wandering away in a far away places and I told you we would make it
Do you remember
Tears and Fears
Laughter and joy we shared
Temptations and error, we faced in the past is a stepping stone to the unknown future and I tried to make you understand
Do you remember
So many things to accomplish, so many Rivers to cross
It only takes courage to accomplish, just one step at a time
And I tell you to hold on
Do you remember
The highway is far, the ocean’s to rough to sail
There’s a lot to do, if only we could fly away
And I told you to have hope
Do you remember
Like a Rose in the desert
That withered away by the heating sun
But I took you to a well
Do you remember
There was a time you cried
I tried to comfort you
And I told of a story, that made you laugh to tears
Do you remember
So many questions
I could see it in your eyes
Didn’t I told you it’s not hard to get right
Do you remember
There was a darkest night
That you would not want to go home
But I knew you were afraid of the dark and that made me laugh
Do you remember
Lost in the Wilderness
Life without love is hopeless
But I took your hand and we walked
Do you remember
Laughers and joy we shared
Wishing this would last forever
And I told you that its possible
Do you remember
Holding hands and walked the path
To the land of never failing love
I told you believe in God and he’ll take us there, let him be our guide and strength
Do you remember
All of the good things I’ve done to you in the past to bring you here today
Wasn’tme, it was the invisible works of God all the time
If it wasn’t for him, then we wouldn’t be here
Now you’ll Remember
3.Now and Forever
There are times when I walked away from you
There are moments when my heart breaks and you comforted me
But one thing for sure you’ll be in my heart
As long as you live
Now and forever
There are times I thought I was strong
To face it on my own
But how wrong was I when the tide is high
When your love is needed the most
Now and forever
Paths to be taken
Winding roads to go
Though the journey is hard and long
You’re my courage that I need to hold on to
Now and forever
From the moment I’ve gone my way
Can’t fight this feeling
Can’t live like this forever
Cause I been with you for so long
Going far from you is like loosing my heart
Now and forever
I never thought our paths would crossed one day
But there’s a reason to be so
From the dawn of time we were meant together
I am losing hope like a rose losing its fragrance when I’m without you
I’ve come to realize that I needed you more than anything
Now and forever
I would not go on one more step
Weary and tired I am
Guess I’ve made up my mind to come back to you
Cause it’s you that will make my life complete
Now and Forever
I didn’t realize you were there where I was all the time
Just a call of your name and there you were in a flash of light
You were waiting all the time for me patiently when I have gone astray
I realize your greater love for me this time when I cross your path
That all things are in your control
Now and Forever
Lord forgive me for neglecting your ways, your truth, your words
As a sinner I am coming back to you
Cleanse me and make me anew
You are the one I needed most in Life
Now and forever
(Author: Mansfield JPokana 27th April 2004)
Mansfield Pokana
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1.Unconditional Love
Love is the most precious priceless gift that is free of charge
It grasp the unseen, the unspeakable, the unthinkable and the unbelievable
It sacrifices for others benefits
Joy and truth is found within
In rough seas
Love sails
Never has it seen a distance too far nor a time too long
Love is patience
In broken hearts and broken homes
Love mends
In war, persecutions, trials
Love is courageous and confident
In famine and in disasters
Love lives
Love sees no different faces or races or traces of guilt in the past, present and even in the future
Love forgives and loves
In fall and rise of tides
Love stand
Roses lose their fragrance and fade away
Loved ones pass away
Love remembers and Treasures in the heart
Darkness and light, wrong and right
Love goes for the best
It knows justice
In kindness, faithfulness and self control
Love shows honesty
In goals and objectives
Love accomplish in success
Error and evilism
Love corrects
Love is the hero in the end
Temptations and struggle
Love never fails
Love helps the needed but never helps to be cheated
The Sun rises and sets
Love keeps on its pace
Beast, steel, death and hell
Love conquers gracefully with no hesitation
Promises and lies
Love keeps its word forever
Bonds of matters decaying constantly
Love bond grows stronger everyday knowing the truth
Love binds tightly anything that it knows and sees that nothing can break it away from its hold
Love of unconditional
Praise God that this is his true Love and only he can change it according to his will. Love does not work only when he says so.
Love of Unconditional from God.
2.DO YOU REMEMBER
Remember once I have told you, that things would never be the same till the end of time
All the time I tried to make you realize and to turn around
Do you remember
Everyday, facing the same situation
Victory and Challenges facing us day and night
Thoughts wandering away in a far away places and I told you we would make it
Do you remember
Tears and Fears
Laughter and joy we shared
Temptations and error, we faced in the past is a stepping stone to the unknown future and I tried to make you understand
Do you remember
So many things to accomplish, so many Rivers to cross
It only takes courage to accomplish, just one step at a time
And I tell you to hold on
Do you remember
The highway is far, the ocean’s to rough to sail
There’s a lot to do, if only we could fly away
And I told you to have hope
Do you remember
Like a Rose in the desert
That withered away by the heating sun
But I took you to a well
Do you remember
There was a time you cried
I tried to comfort you
And I told of a story, that made you laugh to tears
Do you remember
So many questions
I could see it in your eyes
Didn’t I told you it’s not hard to get right
Do you remember
There was a darkest night
That you would not want to go home
But I knew you were afraid of the dark and that made me laugh
Do you remember
Lost in the Wilderness
Life without love is hopeless
But I took your hand and we walked
Do you remember
Laughers and joy we shared
Wishing this would last forever
And I told you that its possible
Do you remember
Holding hands and walked the path
To the land of never failing love
I told you believe in God and he’ll take us there, let him be our guide and strength
Do you remember
All of the good things I’ve done to you in the past to bring you here today
Wasn’tme, it was the invisible works of God all the time
If it wasn’t for him, then we wouldn’t be here
Now you’ll Remember
3.Now and Forever
There are times when I walked away from you
There are moments when my heart breaks and you comforted me
But one thing for sure you’ll be in my heart
As long as you live
Now and forever
There are times I thought I was strong
To face it on my own
But how wrong was I when the tide is high
When your love is needed the most
Now and forever
Paths to be taken
Winding roads to go
Though the journey is hard and long
You’re my courage that I need to hold on to
Now and forever
From the moment I’ve gone my way
Can’t fight this feeling
Can’t live like this forever
Cause I been with you for so long
Going far from you is like loosing my heart
Now and forever
I never thought our paths would crossed one day
But there’s a reason to be so
From the dawn of time we were meant together
I am losing hope like a rose losing its fragrance when I’m without you
I’ve come to realize that I needed you more than anything
Now and forever
I would not go on one more step
Weary and tired I am
Guess I’ve made up my mind to come back to you
Cause it’s you that will make my life complete
Now and Forever
I didn’t realize you were there where I was all the time
Just a call of your name and there you were in a flash of light
You were waiting all the time for me patiently when I have gone astray
I realize your greater love for me this time when I cross your path
That all things are in your control
Now and Forever
Lord forgive me for neglecting your ways, your truth, your words
As a sinner I am coming back to you
Cleanse me and make me anew
You are the one I needed most in Life
Now and forever
(Author: Mansfield JPokana 27th April 2004)
Goldean Webb shwebb@charter.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Don't cry for me because I'm gone Please wipe away those tears For I've came to see my loved ones That I haven't seen in years They all were here to meet me with love on every face The came to help my Savior show me thru' this place From the oldest to the youngest they were nimble as could be No trace of age or sorrow, no pain that I could see It makes me really happy to be with them once more I'm free of pain and heartache, I know I've been restored And I just recieved a mansion, he built it just for me I'll live in it forever, throughout eternity And now that mine is finished He's building one for you And when it is completed He will call for you Then one by one you'll join me in this wonderous land Prepared with love for each of us by our father's skillful hand If only I could tell you what it's really like up here You'd understand why I say to you "Shed not for me one tear" But if you feel the tears must come then shed them for the lost Who haven't yet accepted that Jesus paid the cost And tell them that He's waiting as He has always been For them to open up their hearts and ask Him to come in Then He will start their Mansion as He did for me and you And when it is completed then they can come here too Then we'll all kneel down together Around our fathers Throne And sing his praise forever For giving us this home
Daniel Tichota danieltichota@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site In July 2001, my miracle began, as I gently caressed my wife with my hand. Through all the trying and a sudden loss, all the prayers we took to the cross. God had heard and now answered our cry, then through a simple test, made our spirits fly! “I’m pregnant!” she says with a smile on her face, reflecting so brightly God’s soft touch of grace. The excitement we have as we tell our friends, the challenges we embrace, knowing the road bends. All taken in stride and worth all the pain to be in this place receiving great gain. Weeks pass by turning to months and I the father feel like a dunce. Knowing nothing about raising a child I study and read, trying not to go wild. Will it ‘come to me’ as I’ve heard it said? Time will tell; I go to bed. Trips to the doctor, bones that are tender, a decision made to not know the gender, The stirs in the night, the kicks in the tummy, the trips to the store to buy something yummy, They all take their place on the road to birth as my beautiful wife grows in her girth. The day has come; the contractions won’t cease yet somehow she finds a gentle peace. In expectation we drive down the road with overnight bags in the back quickly stowed. To the hospital room where life will take place and we’ll finally see our child face to face. On April 19th her labor is done and I have the privilege of holding our son. As I hand him to her and she embraces him too, I see just what a prayer can do. This is my miracle, my gift from above the ones I vow I will always love.
Cliarra Grenga Butterfly13@carolina.rr.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site SELF-LOATHING V. SELF-LOVING Myself loathes my self-loving, ‘Tis cruel irony, but true That the action devoted to my interests, 'Twould be the action I would rue! My keys of freedom only serve To seal the fetters I deserve. A constant battle that corrupts; As all my self-love builds high, Self-loathing immediately destructs In efforts to amend and defy. ‘Tis a war no side can win, For a victor would be loosing; For both spawn from wicked sin, And between sin there be no choosing. FLESH V. SPIRIT There is a darkened hole inside, Burning desires I cannot hide, I feel my will torn side to side, Too many passions o’er which I’ve cried. Flesh and Spirit scream when denied, Inevitably I must choose a side, Together both cannot abide, They’re opposites and wants collide. Desires, motives, outcome’s been tried, I choose for eternity with God as my guide, There’s still a war within this I confide, But for these battles my Savior died. MY CALLING IN LIFE It is my desire to be a missionary, and to let God direct my life, Let Him be my foundation, as I change a world of strife, He will direct my every path, and determine what I do, He will use me as His instrument, to stand for all that’s true, Every breath I breath, every step I take, every word I speak, Every thought I think, every action I take, everything I seek, Shall be to spread Your love, and the knowledge of Your Grace, Make others desire and long, for the beauty of Your face, To lift You up in others eyes, through my life of living low, To allow myself deprivation, that those I know might grow, To bring those who know You not, into Your saving light, To tear down the devil’s hold, by putting up a fight, To stand apart from this temporal world, by doing what’s right, To study intensely Your every word, that I might give other’s sight, May I always ask, each morn and day, that You would guide me, May I always pray, each night and day, that You would side with me, May I never become proud, of the accomplishments You’ve done, May I never start to think, that all these lives I’ve won! May You keep me humble, that I might serve You best, May you show me what to do today, I leave to You the rest, May I always be on fire, and thirst for You like a deer, May I always seek You passionately, and lean to You my ear, Keep me from the danger, of loving this world’s things, In times when temptation surrounds me, may You give my heart wings, Let me never start to think, that anything of earth will last, Let me never like a thing, that won’t make me hold You fast, My hands will help those who need, even those who don’t, I will go to a place least sought, a place where others’ won’t, Let me consider others’ better, and think not of my own, May I blaze an un-traveled trail of USA and my home! I will leave each place a little brighter, because of my presence, I will make the lives of my friends fragrant, by spreading Your essence, I will witness to those around me, and minister to those I love best, I will shine Your light among my peers, even if I’m taken in jest, Age barriers will not exist, as I strive to change young and old, Through You I will add a little love to hate, and warmth to other’s cold. A missionary at home, strange indeed, and not romantic at all, Lacking a sense of adventure, and no enticements that enthrall, Plain, ordinary you might say, who would have thought of home? But I ask, what better or less traveled place for God’s love to be shown? THE WORM There is a worm that lives within ‘Tis bred by brethren’s mutual sin ‘Tis fed by anger, hurt, deceit But self-pity is it’s choicest meat. On pride it thrives and thus it grows It glories with it’s Host in woes Safe behind walls of despair it builds It roams and revisits old battlefields. It rules Its’ barren land with fears And waters the dust with many tears Then wallows in the mud that’s formed Black clouds summoned, thus sun is scorned. Impedes betterment and thus grows worse As helplessness marks this fatal curse Wholesome gifts it crushes and tosses as litter When joy turns to sorrow and love is embittered. Friendship barren, Host consumed, Soul ravished, These things need not be For God’s undeserved Grace has been lavished Setting the sinner free! Walls may be torn down in humility By faith bridges built up Our lands may be fruitfully watered By our overflowing cup! So when the worm of bitterness’ wants consume our plate May we rejoice in our God-ordained, chosen lowly state And may our bloody battlefields now merely serve To remind us of the only One whom actually deserves. FRAILTY AND FAITH “All of this world seems so shallow and frail, My trudging along makes little more than a trail.” ‘Tis the lie t’would be pressed on my despairing mind As I look about me at temporal mankind. For my heart-strings are plucked, making spirit long, As the Lord plays within me His heavenly song. For my heart He has won and my soul He had saved, Thus this earth fulfils not, as the eternal I crave. I must, must, must keep my eyes upward ever For my flesh within me tempts faith and trust to sever. In the monstrous shadow of eternity efforts are humbling As my best commissions and victories seem bumbling. I can look at the big fight so long I loose sight of those small, And the drudgery of daily living can hold little joy at all. But on the rock of God’s sovereignty my faith is sure, For God will not assign me to that which will not endure. REFINEMENT Oh God! You’re burning out the dross, Teaching me the meaning of the fire! Your hand designeth my own cross, As you consume my every earthly desire! In agony my “self” dies, as I’m created anew, ‘Til all I ever wanted is gone, and all I want is You! TOMORROW TOMORROW Tomorrow Tomorrow, ‘tis an old friend never met. A dream, a longing, a spawning for fret. A wealth of promises to myself never kept. A something that never happened for which I wept! Tomorrow Tomorrow, ‘tis a memory. A promise and hope of things to be. A silver valise to which holds a key. A vat of clean water to rinse me free! Tomorrow Tomorrow, ‘tis a lark in the rain. A joy in the dreary which I search for in vain. A song every-haunting, will never be slain. A hopeful delight which now brings me pain! Tomorrow Tomorrow, open for all. It is here today, for whom answer its call. Today is the day in which you fall. Tomorrow Tomorrow, open for all! Tomorrow Tomorrow, will never come. Today is the day in which life is won. So the thought of tomorrow always shun. Today is Tomorrow, so let it be done!
Jakpa Oritsegbemi Emmanuel jakorem@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Poem Title: Thy commandment You made plain thy commandment that never old, That the soul that obey will never mould, That on two hang all that knows no some, That all it embrace like the sun.
Melissa Fluharty Racongal90@aol.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site American Pride Fifty stars and thirteen stripes Stripes of red and stripes of white On a pole or upon a casket In the wars that were quite drastic Painted on pictures and worn on our shirts Just to prove that our patriotism lurks So next time you see Old Glory fly Don't just carelessly walk on by Think of the ones up in the towers The ashes and blood falling down like a shower Put a hand on your heart and a hand on your head And be silent for the ones that are presently dead.
Jessica Eckersley jezzabella1984@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site My dear friend No one understands me, In the way that you do. When I need to talk, You are always there, With a listening ear. When my heart is broken, You help me pick up the pieces, And get my life back on track. You have seen me fall, You have seen me be strong, Just because you were there, Standing by my side. When we met, we bonded, In a way, That I never have before. So thankyou my dear friend, For being there always. You helped me in a way, That no one else can or shall. You are my greatest inspiration.
Alice Jordan ajordan3@swbell.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Church On The Side Of The Road I remember the little white church That set on the side of the road It comes to me in my dreams Reminding me of my childhood And all the sermons I was told All the families in the area Would gather there on Sundays And make it a day of worship and fun As we worshiped together In love and adoration of God's son There would be baskets of food And cold drinks cooling in tubs of tin While we all rejoiced and let the Word in Filling our hearts with love And cleansing us from sin We made it an all day affair To feast and enjoy each other No one was in a rush to depart from one another This was the way to share with our sisters and brothers Those days has come and gone The church on the side of the road is no longer there Though I keep it in my heart as a beacon of light Guiding me through the night setting my paths aright
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY JESUS He is the Lion of Judah And one with the mighty Father He is more precious than silver. My Jesus. He is the Resurrection He came to save every nation In Him I have my own portion. My Jesus. He is Jesus the only Way When sorrows make me lose my way He always wipes my tears away. My Jesus. His love for me knows no limit Only if I give Him permit He will, in my heart take a seat. My Jesus. If I truly invite Him in And purge my life of every sin He will forgive me everything. My Jesus. He is the precious Lamb of God For me He shed his precious blood He is my Lord and is my God. My Jesus.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site YULETIDE The festive seasoned air Heralds your presumptuous calling. Sharp bangs and flashes in the night Evoke no nightmarish fears. Gone are those wet spluttering days Gone are those hot searing rays And for once in twelve seasons Rest plays a genuine tune With tinkling jingles With twinkling festoons And fatigued souls, carols lulled To a soothing sleep in rest An enriching rest in sleep In the cool, balmy harmattan.
Joy Idara Akpan idarakpan@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE BEST GIFT You may wonder why “The Best Gift” my granny’s life was a gift and a blessing to us all However “the Best Gift” referred to here Is not the gift she was, but the gift she gave us. It was a gift her parents gave her, a gift she gave her children, a gift they have given us and a gift we will give our children. It was upon this gift that she built her life and home, It was a gift she cherished and appreciated. It saw her through the storms of life, made a way for her and made her a woman amongst many. For a woman to raise nine children all on her own, It takes God’s grace, the temperance of angels and love that conquers all. It is not a gift that depreciates with value over time, It is not one that can be sold for money. It is not one that is here for a while then fades away like the sun that sets at dusk. It is one that can be shared and can cast out all fear. Granny left us with the best gift a mother could give, she gave us Jesus Christ, the creator of all. She trusted in him and told us to do the same. She made Jesus her Lord and source and desired that we would do the same. Today granny is gone on to glory, but the best gift she gave us still lives on. So when we feel alone, he will comfort us. When we are faced with a storm, he will be our defence; he will neither leave us nor forsake us. He will wipe away our tears and give us the strength to go on. He will be our cloud by day and fire by night to guide us. He will be our hope, joy and peace. He will be the rock on which we stand as all other ground is sinking sand. Someday we will meet again in glory, We will walk through that white pearly gate, drink from rivers of living waters and walk on the streets of gold. In a place where there is no more pain, hurt, sickness, diseases, disappointments and sorrow. We will look up and see granny, engulfed by the glory of the most high, redeemed, filled with joy unspeakable, given a crown of glory and worshipping God in the great assembly of the saints. She will look on and see us, and with a grin of joy I believe she will say, “that which I have entrusted in the Lord, indeed he has kept until this day”. She will ask us if we have passed on the best gift and I pray that our answer will be “yes”. So that the master himself will say “Well done, thou good and faithful servant, enter thou into the joy of the lord.” Granny may your soul rest in perfect peace, We your family thank you today for giving us the very best of gifts.
shirley
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He's In Control
His joy is consuming,
For he is in control.
For within His presence,
His love I have to hold.
I walk with him daily,
He is in my thoughts well in bed.
For it is his dreams I have,
There visions in my head.
He is my warrior,
For every battle that there is.
He is always with me,
Within my heart he lives.
He is the whisper,
within the breeze.
He is always with me,
To feel my every needs.
In him I put my trust,
I have faith and do believe.
He is my inspiration,
His joy flows through my soul.
He is the master of the universe,
He is always in control.
written By Shirley
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE LITTLE LITTLE The little yeast surely leavens And the leavened Little Leavens the Whole. Satan deprived of the Whole Lusts evilly for the Little To leaven the Whole. A little final fling And the whole Samson, leavened A little lecherous look And the whole David, leavened A little green greed And the whole Gehazi, leavened So flee, from all little flips and slips.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE COMING KING The coming Messiah shall be a King At his feet, his enemies shall fall Saul had slain his thousands And David his ten thousands But he shall slay his countless I gird my armour to answer his royal call To battle with mettle to settle to dismantle. But on a lowly donkey I see him His vulnerable frame in fabric yielding Riding without sword or shield And I wonder... "Are you the same One promised Or do I look for another?" The coming Messiah shall be a King Richer and wiser than Solomon Jonah came without any baptism And John baptised with water But he shall baptise with Fire and Power I gird my loins to answer his royal call To follow with honour and wallow in power. But amidst drab disciples I see him Amidst peasants, flotsams and jetsams Ministering with Water, flowing without ceasing And I wonder... "Are you the same One promised Or do I look for another?"
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY GOOD SHEPHERD The Lord is my Good Shepherd And I, the sheep that left the flock Drawn by the lush mirage " Just a little munch there And I shall soon be back here" As I wandered far away The lush blades moved farther away And I got lost. I sat among the sharp thorns Cut, hungry and sick of this cold world A world of my own making And I cried and cried and cried As I sat among this sharp, cold, thorns. My Lord missed me Long before He heard me He sought for me and found me And up He lifted me Unto His shoulders He placed me With His arms He covered me Comforting me. I looked at my Lord Longing to ask Him "Why, Lord, do you still love me so After all what I made you Pass through for me?" "My sheep" He said "When I died for you, What else, would I, not do for you?" And I wept.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site STAND FIRM When unbridled persecution prowls, And you the raging King condemns, And to the roaring beasts he throws, Stand firm And trust in the Lord your God And the death dealing den Shall become the life supporting pen. When the flaming furnace glows, Against you the kindled fire crackles, And the flesh in pain crawls, Stand firm And trust in the Lord your God And yonder consuming fire Shall become tender blessing power. Where the wolfish fleece lurks, The sheepish flock it stalks, Howling blood curdling bleats, Stand firm And trust in the Lord your God And the devious devourer Shall become prey to the Holy Destroyer. And when the ravished lion crouches, Against you it furiously charges, And the weak heart in fear cringes, Stand firm And trust in the Lord your God He is the mighty Lion of Judah The enemy shall He cast asunder.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE LORD'S BUSINESS The Lord only said "Ask and it shall be given unto you Seek and ye shall find Knock, and it shall be opened unto you" And He is the faithful God Forever true to His words. But when we ask, to be given unto us, Next, we wonder, how would the Lord do it? When we seek, to find, Next, we wonder, how would the Lord show it? When we knock, for it to be opened, Next, we wonder, how would the Lord open it? How to do it? Is entirely the Lord's business. Ours, To ask To seek To knock His, To give To show To open Leave the Lord to do His business As we go about our business Asking Seeking Knocking Praying.
pen name:Anna Grace Kesler
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A Heart Like Yours
Lord,grant unto me a heart like Yours;
A heart that aches for those that are lost;
May I be willing to go and tell them
of Thy finished work on the Cross.
Lord,when I see the millions perishing around me,
How can I watch and stand by?
And,Lord,when I have the Truth You've given me,
How can I not respond to Your call and their cry?
Lord Jesus,my God,I surrender to YOU;
I make my will Thy own,
For the many souls that hunger for Christ,
May Heaven be their home.
pen name: Anna Grace Kesler
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A Heart Like Yours
Lord,grant unto me a heart like Yours;
A heart that aches for those who are lost;
May I be willing to go and tell them
Of Thy finished work on the Cross.
Lord,when I see the millions around me,
How can I watch and stand by?
And,Lord,when I have the Truth you've given me,
How can I not respond to Your call and their cry?
Lord Jesus,my God,I surrender to You;
I make my will Thy own,
For the many souls that desperately hunger for Christ,
May heaven be their home.
pen name: Anna Grace Kesler
4jesusmail@yahoo.com
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A Heart Like Yours
Lord,grant unto me a heart like Yours;
A heart that aches for those who are lost;
May I be willing to go and tell them
Of Thy finished work on the Cross.
Lord,when I see the millions around me,
How can I watch and stand by?
And,Lord,when I have the Truth you've given me,
How can I not respond to Your call and their cry?
Lord Jesus,my God,I surrender to You;
I make my will Thy own,
For the many souls that desperately hunger for Christ,
May heaven be their home.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site WHAT IF I HAD DIED? I remember the halcyon days In smoky holes with smoking lays When talks of the coming Rapture Went down well with the lager When crusades for repentance Were nothing but noisome nuisance And sermons on Restitution Seen as calls for foolish substitution The Bible I repeatedly proof-read To keep relentless Evangelism from wider spread Now I know those were not halcyon days But hell-bound days and ways What if I had died then In that groovy choking den? And some friends did Closing their life-lid Over steamy legs and lagers Paying penance for passing pleasures With cold lips still frothing. Now I know what had kept me living It was His love Not my guzzling to limit, but His love Not my anything, but His love It was and still is, His love.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site BROTHER BARTIMAEUS The way to Jericho I always sit My father Timaeus I know not Love from any I receive not I sift the air with my ears My claws close to calls Of Pity that comes in pittance Thrown at my beggarly feet The hard clanging noise it makes On the hard Jericho road Guides my calloused groping fingers. The way to Jericho is hard But far, far easier is this way To the way of the Transgressor. The way of the Transgressor is indeed...HARD!
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site SELF RIGHTEOUSNESS The King looks his vast castle round From his royal throne set on High From the rainbow that sets about it round At the empty seats close by At the Register, empty but sound "Where are my children?" comes the empty cry But none worthy to sit is found To behold this throne of jasper and sapphire. Driven by love and kingly longing The King leaves his castle to seek His children for rightful possessing. He finds them all as slaves, cowed and weak And picks them up from grimy gutters smelling From the prisons, streets and slums that reek And pays the ransom for eternal reconciling. Freed, forgiven, scrubbed and groomed Clothed in white and and befitting garments As children and no more as slaves doomed Worthy to savour the joyous moments. They walk in the midst of stones of fire And boldly declare and claim their worth Before the throne set on High What they believe to be their worth. "Sir, we freed and picked ourselves From grimy gutters, slums and streets From the prisons we found a way out, ourselves And by prayers, fasting and retreats, We have most worthily conducted ourselves Before you to earn your best rewards and treats.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site MY NATION When on the Cross of Calvary His precious blood for me He shed, My Self was on the Cross crucified My Self on the Cross died And if Christ had not from death risen, I would have remained also forever dead. So though am dead, yet I live But the life I live Cannot ever be in the dead Self Am dead forever to that Old Man And living eternally in the New Man And because He arose and lived forever, I shall not die, not anymore Butalso live forever to His glory
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE COMING KING The coming Messiah shall be a King At his feet His enemies shall fall Saul had slain his thousands And David his ten thousands But He shall slay His countless. I gird my armour to answer His royal call To battle with mettle to settle to dismantle But a lowly donkey I see Him His vulnerable frame in fabric yielding Riding without sword or shield And I wonder....... "Are you the same One promised Or do I look for another?" The coming Messiah shall be a King Richer and wiser than Solomon Jonah came without any baptism And John baptised with water But He shall baptised with Fire and Power I gird my loins to answer His royal call To follow with honour and wallow in power But amidst drab disciples I see Him Amidst peasants,flotsams and jetsams Ministering with water, flowing without ceasing. And I wonder........ "Are you the same One promised Or do I look for another?"
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE HILLY CALVARY I have stood here for ages. Before the City sprouted up Leaving me without. Before the shepherds and sheep That now graze my sparse back. Little tilled and little known Little remarked on pages of history Little chosen as site of chivalry For I am the little hilly Calvary. Today, on the even eve of sabbath Two thieves on my apex crucified Tortuously keeping their date with dust Stripped and crucified high for all to see But cast not in the mould of these two, The Third, panted and pined up my side. Battered body bent under the heavy Cross But His heavy heart free of any cross And blessed lips free of any curse. Today, on the even eve of sabbath Before the world knew it I became the first of the blessed. My very top anointed With the very blood of Him And I became Mount Calvary. On me, from His head, dripped the blood From His ripped side dripped the blood From His pierced limbs dripped the blood. Today, on the even eve of sabbath On my apex was finished The work of Reconciliation on the Cross As the flesh of sin was crucified And salvation reached out to all And the curtain in the Temple Ripped in two as a Sign Spirits of saints seen as a Sign And the name JESUS, remains forever a Sign.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site LUST TO LOVE Lust is often taken as love Remain no more ignorant to serve The passing fleeting emotion As the faithful suffering passion. Lust is ephemeral Transient strains make him visceral Love is forever lasting Under whatsoever, remains unchanging. Lust seeks reciprocity Insatiable in his demands for this Love delights in anonymity His generosity never out of any pomposity. Lust cons to conquer And claims prowess over vessels weaker Love stoops to conquer Victory breeds no exultation of power. Lust is selfish and ministers pain As he appropriates and becomes vain Love is caring and understanding Denying self for mutual sharing. Lust is carnal Raw raptures of the flesh banal Love is Christian Moving testimony of the heart pristine.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE SACRED COVENANT A partner meet for him the Lord chose. Rib from his ribs, flesh of his flesh. And the two, joined together, became one. And in the garden of evergreen Eden, Ordained He, the Sacred Covenant: What the Lord has joined together Let no man put asunder. But man became unfaithful He supped and dined the devil to devil's delight In adulterous sprees, he lost his right To the eternal matrimonial home. Pined away in sin till death forever did them part And so made he, an Unholy Covenant: What the devil has put asunder No man can ever join together. But on the Cross at Calvary The still loving Bridegroom shed His blood As His blood and His flesh reconciled Man to Him in Holy Wedlock, Locked till death will never again do them part, Christ made a New Sacred Covenant: What His blood has forever joined together No devil can ever put asunder.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site JESUS IS ENOUGH FOR ME There was just a BIG BANG! Of nitrogen, hydrogen and everygen fusion Eons ago in the nebulous past And evolution rode on the crest Of the wave of this big-bang theory. But I say to this delusive story, Jesus is enough for me He is my Lord He is my God. All is just an opium of the people God is a hilarious conception Of the chubby bossy bourgeois To keep the restless proletariat In a dumb and drugged servitude. But I say to this atheistic attitude, Jesus is enough for me He is my Lord He is my God. He was just a prophet Never one with the Father And the Cross was a big ruse Fantastic fabrication of overzealous disciples Appealing only to Fools. But I say to these demonic tools, Jesus is enough for me He is my Lord He is my God.
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site JESUS CHRIST His work on the Cross Was without any dross It was not just finished It was PERFECTLY finished Retouched strokes applied as fresh conceptions Are all nothing but devil-deceptions. He freed captives from evil prisons When he died for our sins And made the forsaken cry For you and I So give the devil no delight Making forsaken cries in your plight
Olatubosun Macaulay olatubosunmacaulay1@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site THE MARTYRS Jews stoned them beyond the city streets Romans threw them to wild beasts Inquisitors with instruments of different make Tortored and burnt them at the stake Strapped behind the Iron Curtain They suffered long incarceration never ending These same souls of different races Of different ages, of different places Of different tongues, of different colours Continue to fall, victims to senseless Pogroms to annihilate all lives virtuous Many indeed, are the afflictions of the Righteous But golden indeed are the crowns of the Martyrs Who have indeed overcome all tribulations and trials.
Kayla Noles
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Why Me?
You were born so holy,
You grew so wise,
You performed many miracles,
You never told lies.
You walked many miles,
With a cross in your hand,
You were put on trial,
For something You never did.
Now is the crucifixion scene,
One nail in both hands,
One nail in Your feet,
And a thorned crown on Your head.
You died and then You rose again,
Its now not long until the end,
But I have one Question just for You,
Why did You die for me? What ever did You do?
His Eyes
Have you ever seen His eyes,
How they sparkle, how they shine?
Do you see them in the night,
Oh how very bright!
Do You see them in the sun each day,
Shining brightly, shining deep,
Shining here , shining there.
Oh how I would one day love to meet,
My Jesus,
My Saviour,
The King of Kings!
Do You see His eyes when you look in the mirror,
Do you know that He is our hero,
Did you see His eyes as He hung on the cross,
How He suffered and how He died?
Just take one moment today,
If He were to come back,
Would you go,
Or would you stay?
Pochi Tamba meltamba@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site “Believe my Friend” Believe that Jesus lived and died That God sent Him and called Him back Believe dear Friend, for it is true Believe that we are created by a father That all of us are products of one mind Who is master in architecture, for it is true Believe that our creator and father is almighty He orders the sea and the earth obeys Him Nothing is impossible with Him, for it is true Believe that He sees you daily and knows your pain That when you feel lonely, He is nearby Waiting to be called, for it is true Believe that He is Love and Justice Himself And watches over all His children with love That none is ever alone, for it is true Believe that He is strong but patient He is great but loving And He loves you, for it is true Believe my friend that I am your sister And that you are my brother Created with equal love, for it is true Believe then that You can lean on Him That our Father and companion will always be there You can call and be answered, for His word is true Believe that though mighty and just He is a jealous God with anger Remember Noah and cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, for it is true
Pochi Tamba meltamba@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site “Stay strong” Have faith and do not despair In the light of day, stay strong And pray that your view stays perfect On the journey Home, do not compare For God our Lord trails us all safely along Far from faith threatening sect
Pochi Tamba meltamba@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site « The Breeze my companion » A breeze of light has touched me A drop of joy flows in my heart A dove so white stands nearby Reflecting the light of truth on me In the path created by light, I walk I am safe and sound And nothing threatens my poor mind A companion of ages is by my side When I close my eyes forever My companion will still be there Only, I will see Him clearer I will go to Him and He will take me Home
Pochi Tamba meltamba@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site “Spirit of soldiers” Have the spirit of soldiers Build a mountain of ‘I Believes’ Arm yourself for the battle For that is what life is Look around and see God of ages has done great things That each one attests to His greatness Look and contemplate His Might What can who give you That the LORD of your ancestors can’t? Chose your camp, Now and fight The battle is on already The weak should pray for strength The hungry for food The naked for clothing And lets hurry to the battlefield He gives everything you ask for He satisfies you, And More Wear your armor of love And fight invaders For The Lord our God is love He is justice and Joy In Him there is peace And you can believe truly that He lives.
Pochi Tamba meltamba@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site “Like a lamb” Like a lamb, I sleep; Haven taken leave of my worries And all that makes a day gray In the calm of the night, In the bosom of the most holy I sleep, with Peace While the evil roams for its own, I lay peacefully and restfully In the arms, most cozy. Like a lamb, A helpless lamb, I have found refuge in the God of Jacob.
Darlene Choquette
choqwave@yahoo.com
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He Knew
She was born into a world of innocence, purity and grace, Very much loved and wanted .Little chubby toes and dimpled cheeks and big blue eyes full of wonder. A smile and giggle for everyone. Little did she know what life had in store for her. The Lord looked upon her and He knew, and sent His angels downs from the Heavens to surround her and protect her.
“Where is Mommy? When is she coming back? What’s a mental tution?” The little girl was shuffled between relatives . Molested, beaten, verbally abused, hungry and cold. Her innocence, purity and grace seized from her tender age. . She hid her shame and endured to survive. {Someone help me} The Lord looked upon her and He knew, He kept His angels with her to surround her and protect her.
The little girl started school. She was excited! She would finally be free from those who humiliated her. Name calling, laughed at, ashamed, deflated, rejected, no one to play with . The girl with cooties! She cried silent tears ,concealed her shame and stayed within herself and she endured {Someone help me } The Lord looked upon her and He knew. He kept His angels with her to surround her and protect her.
She began high school. Boys, drugs, alcohol and parties took away her pain if only for a moment.
Peer pressure, date rape ,low self esteem, anorexia and a hardened heart. Her secret never revealed no one could ever find out about her shame , but she endured . {Someone help me} The Lord looked upon her and He knew, He kept His angels with her to surround and protect her.
She falls in love and gets married. She felt pretty, wanted and loved for the first time in her life. She didn’t tell him of her past.........afraid he would leave her, and she would hurt all over again. Shame and secrets hidden deep within her., her heart endured . {Someone help me} The Lord looked upon her and He knew, He kept His angels with her to surround and protect her.
Three beautiful children, loved and very much wanted. Praise, hugs, kisses ,“I love you“! . She protected her children from the people who had hurt her, so they would never have to go thru the pain and hurt as she did. She had kept her shame deep within her heart and she endured. {someone help me} The Lord looked upon her and He knew. He kept His angels with her to surround and protect her.
Her children are gone now She and her husband had gone through much over the years. They had raised wonderful children and they were proud of what their children had accomplished with their lives. Her shame and secret, hidden deeper and deeper in her heart. But she had endured. {Someone help me} The Lord looked upon her and He knew and kept His angels with her to surround and protect her.
Her son had given her a Bible. She had found the Sacred Words that had healed her heart and take her shame away! The tears that she held back flowed like a river . Her secret out and a hardened heart softened, she forgave those who had hurt her so many years ago. She had endured! Born again of innocence, purity, and grace. The Lord looked upon her , smiled and He had known . His angels surrounded her , danced and sang a song of Victory!
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DANIELLE MARSHALL daniellemarshall@hotmail.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site this is titled: WHAT IS IT? i have something that no one can take away-something that never grows old and you need it today-something that is deep down in my heart-something that gave me a brand new start- i have something i have something that sets me free-it does not lie and loves me for me-something that wipes away my tears and holds me tight-something that betters my life and shows me right-i have something i have something that makes me sing day and night-something that has never loss a fight-smiles on me when i walk by faith and not by sight-something that makes me dance and shout, something that puts new words in my mouth-i have something i have something that gives me the ultimate victory-no matter what it does not stop believing in me-something that makes me whole and complete-something that has more value THAN money-i have something i have something-i have something that is for free- something that changed and cleansed me-i have Christ, Salvation, and Victory- I have something within me.
Alisha WeDiBear@aol.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Sweet Jesus, please hear me as I pray I’ve let my flesh get in the way I’m letting this world block my view of You O God I’m praying, what else can I do? Savior of mine, please speak to me! What’s happening right now, how can it be? I don’t want to be where I am now or ever Dear God please help me! cant you pull this together? I’m trying hard, I really am But Lord I’m falling! Take my hand! Pull me up, way out of this Direct me toward You, Your light I miss And a little gleam of Your shine I see I feel Your presence come and surround me God I’m climbing! You’re giving me might! My faith is swelling, Your Kingdom’s in sight! And now You’ve brought me back on track And God I know I don’t want to turn back! I don’t want to imagine life without You I’d still be in the hole, with no hope too My precious Savior, forgive me if I may, But I’ll try not to let anything get in my way For you mean more to me than anything! My eternal thanks for Your mercy, to You I bring.
Tamara cheekyco@yahoo.com I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Need Here I sit in the half light, Waiting; for what, I’m not sure. A feeling? A warmth? The depths of my heart cry out. My soul yearns for You. A longing that words cannot Describe without seeming to mock Stretches its skeletal hand From my most center towards You. A soundless cry echoes from my Speechless mouth, a tension Quivers throughout the muscle of My spirit. I ache for You, My God. Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Jessica
jc_jazz@hotmail.com
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HE Gave it all
The night was cold,
The story told.
Animals and hay is where he lay,
One man he made,out of clay.
He did so much,
his healing touch,
He gave so much.
For 33 years, he wiped away their tears.
His love for man, beyond comprehension,
loyalty also,
did i mention?
He had it all, yet gladly took this fall.
For you and me, he gave it all
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Barry bdtaylor@telus.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site Scripture Sew the words that weave my thoughts With winding, binding sophistry. O ancient linguist, sage of letters, Encapsulate and rapture me! O that I could soar the way Your words fly up whene'er you pray. I see and think and know and feel Your swelling grace about my heel That wraps and ties like written laces Holding fast to mortal places. O author of unbounded jots! Sew the words that weave my thoughts.
Edith Flowers edith.flowers@comcast.net I agree to allow my poem to be placed on PraiseNation's site The Hero Within satan mocks. his fiendish deed triumphs while he laughs. he plays the fiddle of life and watches us dance the hellish tune...bit by bit he pours the wine of evil in our hearts and see us drown in this life of sin. who will win this battle against him? look! there is a fire ablaze amidst the people, lives are at stake! from the souls of ashes they cry out for help; darkness in their eyes, pain in their hearts! who will deliver them? as the day draws to an end, the fire lashes faster from hell, every second the clock turns a life ends in sin. freedom enchained misery prevails hope an illsuion death the villain... who will inspire them? there is a Hero that lives in me: a Hero that frees the shackle of gloom and defeat. a Hero that understands the enemy's schemes, and combat with strategic faith. with helmet, shield and truth, the hero propels ahead. victory in his blood; ruthlessness his convictions. a Hero that demolishes, resurrects and saves. Jesus-The Hero! Edith Flowers
Anthony Whelan
anthonykwhelan@yahoo.com
Well the sun won't shine at night time,
And the moonlight is so pale-
Sinners are livin' in the darkness,
They're living in a jail:
Their conscience o'no avail.
Well you might say that's medieval-
That's your point of view:
The Devil don't give a damn about your views,
He's lusting after you,
He always collects his dues.
So don't do the crime
If you can't stand the time-
And the time will be-
For eternity!
Sheryl de Dios
Sheryl_dedios@hotmail.com
FATHER GOD
For every step I take,
You've given me wisdom and knowledge
with all decisions I make.
For every trial I face,
You've given me courage
and taught me not to be afraid.
For every fall,
You always catch me.
For every prayer I say,
You always listen and never fail me.
For whatever I am now,
I owe it all to You, my God.
Farrah
farrah_tate@hotmail.com
Truman Meets Jesus
Night sworn as
Embellishing reality:
Touch to feel
Rejects every expectation.
This fascination,
Denies the might
Of logic.
The scene spans uncertain end,
Complex layers rendering
A more elaborate set
Than any dream-filled fantasy
Has mustered up yet.
Swimming in the musky milk,
Of charcoal air, deathly still,
Of Earth-bound space,
Claiming its fill,
Clinging tight to this place,
Like there is no tomorrow,
And to the stars perfectly cut, spit-polished,
Just in time for dusk.
Card-board cut-out pencil trees,
Plaster themselves rigidly,
Upon lumpy clay hills,
Defying every perspective bend,
Yet easily suspending this fallen trickery
Victory over human perception of reality:
All there is, and will ever be?
Yet a back-drop that we cannot see,
Not within, or beyond, but through.
Now paper thin.
Denial torn too easily to shreds --
The sky from Heaven to Earth is severed,
When our transient wordly deception weds
The indisputable Truth of forever.
T1:
Wendy J. Garcia
T2: Wjg213@aol.com
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S1:
Let Today Be The Day
One tick on the earth's watch your life will end
so take to heart this message I send.
God sent his only son to die for you and me
loving and believing this gives you a key
to a promised land you can unlock the gate
accept him today for tomorrow may be too late.
God wants to dwell in your heart just let him in
He is forgiving just confess your sin.
Read his word and truth you shall know
a new path to you he will show.
Ask and you shall receive
if you have faith and believe.
God's plan may be unclear to you
so pray for his guidance in everything you do.
Life happens and hard times will attack
but not having the lord is something you don't want to lack.
"Lord come into my heart I need you, " that's all you need to say.
Not tomorrow but today!
T1:
Anthony Whelan
T2: anthonykwhelan@yahoo.com
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S1:
Well the sun won't shine at night time,
And the moonlight is so pale-
Sinners are livin' in the darkness,
They're living in a jail:
Their conscience o'no avail.
Well you might say that's medieval-
That's your point of view:
The Devil don't give a damn about your views,
He's lusting after you,
He always collects his dues.
So don't do the crime
If you can't stand the time-
And the time will be-
For eternity!
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
Sweet Holy Spirit
Sweet Holy Spirit fall, all over me
Like snow in a grove of Christmas Eve trees,
Each hair on end with your electricity.
Sweet heavenly Dove fill my whole being
Being one with you and agreeing
Relinquishing all control to you is so freeing
Holy Ghost in your presence I'm speechless in awe
You rebuilt a heart that was doubting and raw
And nearer and nearer I beg you to draw
Jesus enter me in your supernatural way
To move in your Spirit, each day I pray
I invite you in my heart, soul, mind and body to stay
Comforter, Counselor so glad that you're here
This psalm for your worship, I adore and revere
Will praise you forever, You're so precious and dear
Fire from heaven, into me pour
Peace, joy, power, from your unlimited store
And grant my supplications for portions of more
Spirit of Truth , your wisdom I behold
As answers to questions you lovingly unfold
Try, melt and mold me 'till I'm like pure gold.
Sweet Holy Spirit, I've had a taste of things to come
I know that you'll finish this work You've begun
And look forward to the time we next become one.
Annette M. Parrott
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.
Who hears the whisper in the roar of the crowd?
Why bother to read lips when one's talking aloud?
Is the heat from fireplace felt when the weather's warm?
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.
What's one drop of water unless the throat is scorched?
In the height of daylight why carry a torch?
If everything is perfect why bother with reform?
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.
I don’t crave for manna when my belly is full
Or pray for strength when I've nothing to pull
There's no need to practice if I'll never perform
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.
Why do I need faith if my requests are met?
Why make deposits if I've incurred no debt?
Don’t we appreciate the rose because of it's thorns?
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.
When perceived trials come at first I complain
Then wonder, is this the only way I hear you call my name?
Sometimes I think myself insane
Dare I pray for the storm, the wind and the rain?
It is in the middle of the storm that I feel your peace
That your love wraps around me like the warmest, softest fleece
That I see how perfectly I am kept
And unless I'm focused on you I'm completely inept
Teach me to quiet myself, so I wont need to be policed
So I wont need a storm to recognize your peace
But should they come, I have now been forewarned
The most peaceful place is in the middle of the storm.
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
I cant sit down
I cant sit down on what you've done
Knowing exactly where you've brought me from
I must instead stand and give you praise
Giving thanks that from the grave I was raised
I cant sit down when I hear your Word
Because of the joy that in me is stirred
When in your presence I must rejoice
With my body as well as my soul and voice
I cant sit down I must dance instead
For my feet know the horrors through which they've tread
They bear witness to your power in setting me free
And cant help but to dance in victory
I cant sit down and I'm not ashamed
That I'm exceedingly joyful when I magnify your name
I've got a jig of joy a prance of peace
A shuffle of satisfaction and contentment that wont cease
I cant sit down and don’t want to
For salvation, joy, your Spirit, I thank you
For the dancing duet when your Spirit falls
How can I help but exalt you with my all
I cant sit down when honoring God
And have the very stones rob me of my job
My Father deserves a standing ovation
So I join in praise with the rest of creation
I cant sit down and be well behaved
I don’t know a quiet way of being saved
My soul is overflowing, there's no longer a drought
So I skip and shout and let it flow out
I cant sit down and who says that I should
The world get excited when they're feeling good
At clubs, promotions, when their favorite teams wins
Well my party is eternal and in the end WE win!
When was the last time you stood for the Lord?
Raised up in praise instead of acting stiff and bored
Realizing that sitting down just wont do
Where would you be if God sat down on you?
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
A Junkie for Jesus
A junkie for Jesus I never thought I'd be
So filled with desire, for the one who set me free
Stained in the blood that He shed at Calvary
I wallow in His excellence, crazed with Victory.
A junkie for Jesus, not me oh heavens no
I never quite imagined how thick His Spirit flowed
How He possesses your being, once you choose to let go
How completely and utterly and deftly He takes control.
A junkie for Jesus now that I've had a taste
Of His overwhelming presence, His consummate embrace
Of His mercy never ending, and ever infinite grace
Basking in His presence, I desire no other place.
A junkie for Jesus, and proud to say I am.
Walking in His footsteps, dancing hand in hand
No longer in the driver's seat, relinquishing command
2 Samuel 6:14. Brother David, I understand.
A junkie for Jesus, craving my next fix
Another dousing of his Spirit, my heart free of all conflicts
My existence for Your purpose, My life on You transfixed
A holy rolling, shouting, dancing, Holy Ghost addict.
A junkie for Jesus, aficionado for sure
Sealed, signed, delivered, totally devoted forever more
Now THIS, is an addiction for which I never want a cure
He'll finish this work he started in me, this He does assure.
A junkie for Jesus, dontcha want a try?
The most enduring, powerful, pleasurable, soothing, soul changing high.
That will calm and excite you, all laws of this world defy
More than your wildest dreams or desires, let Jesus be your guide.
He's got the fix,
Just,
For,
You.
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
All Was Taken
You took my legs so I couldn’t stand
unless I leaned on You
You took my eyes so that I could not see
and needed You to guide me through
You took my ears so that all I could hear
was your voice when Your Spirit did speak
You took my arms that I thought were so strong
even though they were thoroughly weak
You took my mouth so that I couldn’t shout
and tell anyone but You my woes
Nor could I eat any fleshly meat
and had to rely on Your sustenance to grow
You took my home so that I had to roam
no creature comforts to call mine
My only possession Your grace and Your love,
my only comforts, divine.
You took the distractions that kept me from You,
though I felt persecuted from all sides
Not till it was clear You were All that was keeping me,
could You be glorified
I thank you for this lesson I've learned
in spiritual reality
That all my possessions and accomplishment are for naught
unless You are keeping me.
My All in All, my Everything
My Breath my Blood my Life
Please help me to remember to rely on You
And not on my own might.
All was taken so that I could awaken
this lesson I'll learn and recall
Thank you Jesus, for your perfect supply
and being my All in All.
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
Direct Deposit
I will store up my blessings, for a time
When adversity strikes and trials are mine
When the rains come and Satan's allowed
To test me like Job, fill my skies with clouds
But though clouds may rain, and clouds may pour
Still the Son shines behind them forever more
And at that time I will take shelter in Him
Each battle drawing me closer to the Victory we win
Each test carefully ordained to strengthen my soul
Perfection in Jesus the ultimate goal.
I will record my peace in Jehovah-Shalom
Planting seeds of joy whilst the soil is still loam
So they will flourish in the rain and not be washed away
Safely buried in Christ when the soil turns to clay
Rooted in the water supplying the living spring
Steadfast, encouraged, braving everything
Swaddled in your mercy, shielded by your grace
Preserved in your arms, rocked by your embrace.
I will stow oil in my vessel so that I will have light
Through the valleys I must walk, during the dead of the night
So I can travel through the labyrinth without faltering stride
Knowing though I don’t see you, you're walking by my side
Your angels sentry 'round me like the glow from my lamp
Heavenly sentinels, protecting my camp
As I am nourished by the light and the heat
Of the flame you sustain and the promises you keep.
I must gather my nuts in the warmth of the sun
And hide in my heart the miracles You've done
For winter is coming when the harvest'll seem bare
And I may question whether life in the forest is still there
So Your gifts to me I'll catalog
To be my compass in the blizzard, my beacon in the fog
And if you never do another thing
You've already done enough that through eternity I'll sing
I will deposit God's goodness in my heavenly account
So that I may live off the interest in case of any drought
Assured and confirmed when other markets crash
More permanent than bonds more valuable than cash
My debt's fully paid, nothing left I owe
Watching my love dividends grow and my joy overflow
I praise You for the peace that is forever mine
And write this psalm to help me remind
Myself.
That You're only ever as far as my closet
And that I'll always have access to my direct deposit.
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
Sweet Holy Spirit
Sweet Holy Spirit fall, all over me
Like snow in a grove of Christmas Eve trees,
Each hair on end with your electricity.
Sweet heavenly Dove fill my whole being
Being one with you and agreeing
Relinquishing all control to you is so freeing
Holy Ghost in your presence I'm speechless in awe
You rebuilt a heart that was doubting and raw
And nearer and nearer I beg you to draw
Jesus enter me in your supernatural way
To move in your Spirit, each day I pray
I invite you in my heart, soul, mind and body to stay
Comforter, Counselor so glad that you're here
This psalm for your worship, I adore and revere
Will praise you forever, You're so precious and dear
Fire from heaven, into me pour
Peace, joy, power, from your unlimited store
And grant my supplications for portions of more
Spirit of Truth , your wisdom I behold
As answers to questions you lovingly unfold
Try, melt and mold me 'till I'm like pure gold.
Sweet Holy Spirit, I've had a taste of things to come
I know that you'll finish this work You've begun
And look forward to the time we next become one.
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Annette M. Parrott
CHayilAbigail@blackplanet.com
The Nature of You
As the trees drop their leaves, succumbing to fall
Lord I bear my soul, surrendering my all.
Father keep me in your Spirit every moment, I beg You please
Bringing power, joy and peace as the wind doth bring the breeze
I hear crickets sing Your praises at not just dusk but incessantly
And I join them in their chorus, "Hallelujah, I adore Thee"
Your mercy moves my spirit, like the ripples on a lake
Ever widening and abiding, Your love healing all my aches
When the shadows fall around me I seek warmth under your Son
Shining morning, noon and evening, when I feel chill, I know where to run.
Wrap me in your presence like the buds preparing for spring
Protected from elements that would harm, I thank you Jesus, King of Kings.
All the acorns on the ground waiting to bring life fresh and new
As you've given new life to me, all increase must come from You.
All the colors, texture, fragrances, declare your infinite creativity
Your infallible, omnipotent, omniscient Word and ability for keeping me.
Every creeping crawling thing shunned by most are still aware
That you're their maker and their Lord, and our utterances You do hear.
Every spring babbles Your name, every bird Your glory proclaims.
Every rock doth testify, Your excellence heralded from the skies.
The earth and lichens wish as well, Your awesome nature to share and tell.
And my soul bears witness too, keeper Jesus how I love You.
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nancyknight_8@hotmail.com
Woman Of Destiny
I call you God's princess
I call you chosen
Woman of compassion Daughter of Zion
I call you warrior I call you strong
A woman never letting go of God's love
What a sight it is to behold
This creation so clothe in the image of God
Woman of integrity Woman of loyalty
Pillar of strength I call you His lady
Now stand in your beauty and elegance
Stand woman of grace Lift your head up
Worshipper Virtuous Woman
Woman of Destiny Woman of Excellence
Ruth Fielding
Sweetpea683@yahoo.com
The Price of Love
A man who loved unto death
Created life with just one breath
You came to die because of love
A miracle sent from God above
As blood poured down your face
You were put in complete disgrace
Hands and feet scarred by hate
Wiping the chalk from our slate
They mocked your existence as God’s Son
You died so the victory would be won
As they cast lots for your garments
Your heart was torn into millions of fragments
You bowed your head and said it was finished
This kind of love can never be diminished
You rose from the dead on the third day
To give us a chance and to wash our sins away.
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Christine K. Rex
poetrylovescompany@hotmail.com
God's Garden
By Christine K. Rex
AKA Seeker
God sowed the seeds of life one day,
Each one to grow in a different way.
Some seeds scattered by the wayside.
Some fell upon the jagged rocks.
Still others fell on solid ground.
God lit the fire that became the sun,
Then woke them from their slumber.
His hair became a fleecy cloud that gave them cooling shelter.
His tears fell as rain to quench their dying thirst.
His breath blew as the wind, to clear for them the way.
When as blossoms, they burst forth upon the earth in joyous praise
And painted it with vibrant color rays.
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Janey Hauck
live.forhim@verizon.net
That's Good Enough For Me!
Some people say that faith
In Jesus is for the weak-willed
But we who know and love Him
Are as cups that have been filled.
They say that we are fools
Intolerant of others paths
Jesus is not the only way
They ridicule and they laugh.
They say all paths eventually lead
To the same and loving god
What difference does it make
The road you choose to plod?
Some preach re-incarnation
To escape the throws of death
But sadly, they find damnation
Upon drawing their last breath.
Man needs absolute truth
Upon which to base his life
It's only found in the Bible
Offered to us as an earthly guide.
So are we Christians exclusive
When it comes to our beliefs?
Is Jesus the one and only way
By which to enter heavens streets?
The Bible holds all the answers
If you would only take time to read
In it Jesus says quite unmistakably
"No one comes to the Father but through me".
So if they say I'm weak-willed
And intolerant as can be
I'll take the Word of Jesus
That's good enough for me!
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Janey Hauck
live.forhim@verizon.net
Forever Changed
Without warning they struck
At the heart of this land
Hating our people
And for what we stand
Buildings lay in rubble
America is shaken to the core
Smoke rises from the pit
Loved ones are unaccounted for.
Our way of life has come undone
Forever it has been changed
As terrorists sought our peace of mind
And our lives to rearrange.
It was martyrdom they'd hoped for
And heaven in which to dwell
But their souls were lost forever
In a place the Bible calls Hell.
The survivors too, are victims
Their loved ones snatched away
Their dreams have all been snuffed out
It's even hard to pray.
Miracles they had hoped for
Have started to slip away
As officials now are asking
for loved ones DNA.
Yes, evil raised it's ugly head
And we don't know what's in store
But if America keeps her eyes on Him
She'll be strong and whole once more.
Hearts cry out to God above
To comfort those who mourn
And to give wisdom to our leaders
As their battle plans are born.
Our military is ready now
The President has said
America stands united
To face what lies ahead
Yes, we've got a mountain
That we are going to climb
To free the world from terror
And restore peace to all mankind.
Remember these words America
That are powerful as can be
"I can do all things through
Christ who strengthens me."
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Janey Hauck
live.forhim@verizon.net
On My Knees
When I was just a small child
The age of three or four,
My Mommy and my Daddy
Were the one's that I adored.
They loved me and they taught me
About the world in which I lived,
And told me about a man named Jesus
And how to Him my heart I should give.
They got down on their knees
With me each night to pray;
Memorizing the Lord's Prayer
Was the best way to end each day.
Now as I've grown older
And reflect upon my past,
I thank God for my parents
Who were faithful to their task.
God used their hands to mold me
And shape what I've become;
One whose faith is tried and true
Believing and trusting in God's Son.
My Mom and Dad are gone now
It's hard for me to believe,
Because I still feel them next to me
When I get down upon my knees.
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Janey Hauck
live.forhim@verizon.net
The Watchman
I lift my eyes to the heavens
Looking for Your soon return.
You're out there, just beyond the stars,
Watching this Earth as it turns.
I wonder what Your thinking
As You look down from Your lofty place.
How much longer is it in your heart
To extend this world Your grace?
How much longer will your wrath kindle
Before it starts to burn; and the
Trumpet sounds for all to hear
Announcing your triumphant return?
Lord, please help me to be ready
When as a thief I know You'll come.
I want to hear those precious words
"You've been faithful child, well done!"
But while I'm down here waiting
For Your Son, the Blameless Lamb,
Let my eyes not be blinded
To the needs of my fellow man.
Let not my mouth be quiet
When a lost brother needs to hear.
Give me courage to speak out
And not tremble low in fear.
Then, he too, will be watching
For Your swift return someday;
All because I yielded
And let You have Your way!
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Becca
beckyftm@yahoo.com
911
The Towers stand mighty and great
But a plane came by
And went into them.
Down they came, with ashes everywhere,
Our policemen and Firemen came to the
rescue.
They are the TRUE Heroes behind this
tragedy.
Becca Henry
October 28, 2001
beckyftm@yahoo.com
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Elena
bahiyaa777@hotmail.com
AT THE END OF THE ROAD
I gaze at my dreams lying broken on the floor
And wonder if life will always be a closed door
All my futile efforts and many failures mock me
As I think about all that I wish I could be.
My heart is so full of sin and scars,
Will I ever reach the stars?
Will I ever attain the pure and holy,
Or will I be lost in my sin and folly?
Will I ever with my Creator establish a strong tie,
Or will life, love and gladness continue to pass me by?
These are the questions plaguing my mind
And the answers to them I must find
For no matter your race, colour or creed
Deep within us all is an aching need
To know the One who created me and you
The Only One who's love is eternal & true
Yet my heart never comprehends
This love that never ever ends
And that God's gift of life is free
Even for an unworthy sinner like me
And that no matter how many times I fall
My Father will answer My hearts pleading call.
So when I feel like I've failed enough
& that life's road is too hard and tough
I'll remember that I'm a Daughter of the Highest
A Princess in the royal court of the Mightiest
One day I'll spread my wings in flight
And watch all darkness turn to light
My Savior will heal my scars
& I will embrace the stars
Even if I give up, He never will
Life, love and gladness are waiting still
I need only give Him my heart's heavy load
And Victory is waiting at the end of the road...
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Lisa Kooper
ikooper@aol.com
I am Jesus
and I am your friend.
I will be here
for your deepest need.
When your heart is sad and lonely,
I will comfort you in your spirit.
Please call on me,
for I long to be by your side.
Do not be ashamed of your tears,
for I gave them to you
to release the pain you bottle inside.
I have given you brothers and sisters
who love me, and so love you,
to offer you comfort and strength.
Your soul longs for rest and peace
Do not be afraid to lean on me,
for I am that rest.
My arms cradle you in safety,
and I am the prince of peace.
You are empty, hungry, searching.
Feast on my word,
for it will fill and sustain you.
Let it guide you in my truth.
And let me be your shelter
through every storm.
For I am Jesus,
and I am your Savior.
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Lori Fielding
daughterofzion@bluemail.cc
©"SHINE"
I depend upon you O Lord as the moon does on the sun -
To shine so brite and beautiful alone can not be done -
But in Your mighty arms ill shine so brite and clear - Never to grow cold again
because You are so near-
Lori Fielding
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Angela Phelps
angelaphelps13@yahoo.com
Self-Control
One day Self met Patience, who said, "Nice to meet
you, My friends will be along shortly. Wait here with me and meet them."
But Self replied, "I cannot. I must move on, I have things to do. If they
don't get done, I'll surely die."
Along the road Self met Love, Joy, and Peace, they
said,
"Come along with us, we have reason to rejoice, we're telling others of
Christ's love. Come and lend your voice." "Oh, no," Self replied,
"I cannot. I must move on. I have things to do, if they don't get done,
I'll surely die."
Self went on home to do his deeds, and worked all day
long. By evening time, work all done, he left to feed his needs. Up at a fruit
stand, He saw Kindness and Goodness. Walking up to them he said, "Hurry up,
so I can take care of my business." They said, "You go first, have
your pick of the best."
On the way home there was Faithfulness, "Good
Evening, Self, how are you?" Self said," What are you doing here all
alone? Standing here on my road?" Faith answered," I'm looking for a
little self-control." Self replied, "Maybe you should find Gentleness.
I have things to do. My name is Selfishness and I'm the very best."
"Hmmmm." Faithfulness thought, then said,
"Well, listen to my words, not with your ears, but with your heart. All day
long you have one reply, 'Move on, I have things to do or I'll surely die.'
Death is imminent my friend, if you don't let control in. Control is led by
Patience, Love, Joy, and Peace and a kind, good, gentle heart, and it especially
listens to faith because it leads to God's saving
grace."
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David Henshall
baukri@hotmail.com
Shepherd
When I am safe and stepping through a book
by candleshine; when, by its needling light
I stitch what has been onto all that might;
when reason knows what unbelief mistook,
I see more clearly than with eyes that look,
your shadow with the deeper shadows fight
and foil them. When I work in black and white
and herd my words pagewards with a pen's crook
You are there, knowing shepherd, you are there.
Yet, in this wilderness of wolves and weeds,
where you once moved and I must follow through,
where hungers blind and men's opinions scare,
where heresy and hearsay hearsight bleeds,
God, I am there, but where, 0 Christ, are you?
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Rev. Kenneth Austin Folsom Jr.
drop-in@gbis.com
GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
AS HE REACHED OUT FROM THE MANGER
WHEN THERE WAS NO ROOM AT THE INN
THERE WAS GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
AFTER HE SPOKE WITH THE TEACHERS
THEN CAME TO HIS MOTHER-TO GREET HER
THERE WAS GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
AFTER THE DESERT TEMPTATIONS
HE GREETED THE WEDDING CONGREGATION
THERE WAS GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
WHEN HE SAID “COME UNTO ME”
ALL YE LADENED AND WEARY
THERE WAS GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
WITH THE BREAD DIPPED IN SOP
WHEN HE PASSED IT ACROSS
THERE WAS GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
WHEN HE HUNG ON THE TREE
AND BIDS COME UNTO ME
THERE IS GRACE IN HIS OUTSTRETCHED HANDS
A POEM OF GRACE
BY;
-------<><Rev. Folsom><>------------
GRACE 4 THE CASE
NO MATTER HOW HIGH YOU’VE STACKED IT
OR HOW DEEP A WHOLE YOU’VE DUG
NO MATTER HOW LONG – YOU’VE LET IT GO ON
SWEEPING IT UNDER THE RUG
WE CAN PUSH IT AWAY- AND DENY IT ALL DAY
JUST TO FIND IT COMES BACK IN OUR FACE
BUT GOD SENT HIS SON – AND ASSURES EVERYONE
IN CHRIST; THERE IS GRACE FOR THE CASE
FOR WHERE SIN ABOUNDS;
GRACE ABOUNDS ALL THE MORE
NO TRANSGRESSION - WILL EVER BE TRACED
TO THE ONE WHO WILL COME
TO GOD’S ONLY SON
AND SEEK MERCY;
THERE IS GRACE FOR THE CASE
A POEM OF GRACE;
BY
-------<><Rev Folsom><>--------
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Charlie Mosley
charlie5oaks@aol.com
Pull up a chair my friend,
I promise this won't take long.
Let me tell you a story,
of a time when things went wrong.
There was a man, you see, and most agree,
got lost when he was young.
Just a teen I think when he took a drink,
goes the tune that he once sung.
Those early years brought joy and tears,
that's what's been said round here.
But then that sound a guitar found
made a beeline for his ear.
Nothin he liked more, made his fingers sore
and still he played the songs.
Smokey bars and fast blue cars,
drinkin whiskey all along.
Off he went and then came back,
from that ol crazy Asian war.
The things he did before he left,
he started to do once more.
Came one day a voice would say,
heed these words there's just a few.
If you keep drinkin that whiskey son,
it's gonna be the death of you.
Mine eyes have seen the glory,
goes the tune that he now plays.
Those smokey bars and fast blue cars
have seen their better days.
Through the cycle of life, through pain and strife,
his soul he did rinse.
He got the nod from the power of God,
been sober ever since.
Melrocs
robynrocs@hotmail.com
What is love?
YOU are love.
Love is as strong as death, yet YOU conquered death
So YOU must have conquered love.
Teach me Lord how to love
teach me to die
that love might consume me with its undeniable power.
John Murphy
jmurf999@hotmail.com
"It is He..."
It is He... from where the music and the water flow.
It is He... who commands this river we are all to know.
It is He... who throws us in this raging foam.
It is He... who plucks us from this torrent, and carries us home.
Doris E Kaiser
3493@1st.net
To be a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ
Means forsaking all else to follow His light.
Sometimes our humanness can get in the way
As the enemy does battle to lead us astray.
But He has not left us alone in our struggle; for the blessed Holy Spirit
beckons us to snuggle. He is our Teacher, our Comforter, Guide and
Friend. He's always ready with power to lend. When we were born of
the Spirit, our old selves He changed. Our very corrupt mindset He
rearranged. Where would we be without Jesus, the Blessed Savior?
Caught up in our sin and decadent behavior. It's such a blessing to be a
child of the King. And if we're obedient to Him, surely blessings He'll
bring. He says if we acknowledge Him in all our ways, that He'll direct
our lives for all of our days.
We know that this life holds for us many a test. But we can rest in the
assurance that our Father knows best. Daily strength provided through the
power of the Sword.
Will empower us to live and to serve our Lord.
Carmen Khalaf
charmyn4u2@hotmail.com
THE GOOD BOOK
When I was just a little girl,
About the age of three…
You opened up the “Good Book”,
And sat me on your knee…
The stories that you read to me,
Never riddled, nor did they rhyme…
You said they were forever,
And not just “Once Upon A Time”…
Those hours in your rocking chair,
Were not spent in vain…
As I watched you with my little one,
The stories were still the same…
Those days have come and gone now,
And you’ve been laid to rest…
Dear Grandmother, your “Good Book”,
Still makes us feel so very blessed…
And I know, if in Heaven,
There’s a rocking chair…
You’ll be reading to all God’s children,
Waiting for us there.
Cheri Smith
shekina2002@webtv.com
Down on my knees, I go to you in prayer,
Because I always know I can find you there.
When trials of this life are so many, and the enemy comes against my soul,
I just come to you and I keep pressing toward my Heavenly goal.
Strength is found, when in you I abide,
You give me refuge, under your wings I can hide.
In your arms you hold me tight,
And deep within you fill me with might.
Prayer is the place where you take every care,
Because you have promised, I would never have more than I could bear.
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Heaven's Tears
Once in a vision of the
night,
I was taken up to Heaven, and oh what a sight.
I saw gates of pearl and streets of gold,
The wonders of Heaven and glory untold.
In awe and delight I stood before the Lamb on the throne,
I heard voices of praise in every tone.
I looked up and beheld His face,
The one who saved me by His amazing grace.
His face was wet and glistening with tears,
The sound of His crying I could hear.
I asked, "Lord, why are you crying?"
He replied, "The world is lost and dying."
"Lord, what can I do to dry your tears?"
He said, "Go and tell the world that I hold dear.
Tell them that I gave my life on Calvary's tree,
I paid the price for every man to be made free.
Pull them from the fire before it's too late,
Don't let them go to hell and seal their fate.
Tell the world that I love,
That there is a God up above.
Tell every man, woman, boy and girl,
Before my wrath is unfurled.
My coming is very soon,
Tell them my child, before they are doomed."
Jo Ann Kelly
jpkelly@usit.net
A LOVE LETTER
Jesus has written you a letter,
Kissed by the Spirit from up above,
Sent from heaven by special delivery,
On wings of God's holy dove.
This letter holds the secret,
To your happiness divine,
Peace and joy can be found,
Written with love in every line.
The sweetest story every told,
From the beginning to the end,
Genesis to Revelation,
Filled with power to destroy sin.
The promise of a Savior,
Who would die on Calvary's tree,
Is fulfilled within the pages,
Of this love letter to you and me.
It was signed by the blood of Jesus,
Who died for us upon this tree,
Just one drop of his precious blood,
And a lost sinner can be set free.
Words of life and oh such power,
Promise of a home above,
The story of his resurrection,
And the Holy Spirit descending as a dove.
Within this Bible is the plan of salvation,
Sealed by love from God's own heart,
Plans for life with him eternal,
Offering all a brand new start.
The greatest story every told,
Sent in letters inspired from on high,
Oh what happiness it brings us,
When he says "we shall live and never die".
All he asks is that we believe him,
Trust upon his holy name,
Accept the blood of his New Covenant,
Which takes away sin, guilt and shame.
Sweeter words were never spoken,
Than these words from God above.
For God loved the world so freely,
He sent to us his only Son.
The Father sent Jesus as the "Rose of Sharon",
His fragrance the sweet smell of heaven above,
Blessings sent down by "rains of his Spirit",
Filling us with peace and surrounding us in love.
If we will just call unto Him,
Look upon him and only believe,
He will come and dwell within us
For only by faith do we receive.
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"Call unto me, and I will answer thee,
and show thee great and mighty things, which thou
knowest not". ~Jer. 33:3~
Jesus is waiting to receive your "knee mail" this day.
He is just as close as the mention of his holy name.
J. P's Inspirations (c) 2001
by: Jo Ann Kelly
Peggy James
swetedarling@yahoo.com
Questions
I keep saying I am blessed, and I suppose it’s so…
Do I believe it, or just say the words
Ask God cause I don’t know
I never did ask for much
A family and a home
Is that too much to ask for?
Will I continue to just roam?.
What did I do so wrong to deserve all of
this
Is forgiveness really real?
I am no angel this is true
But do I deserve this deal?
I’m afraid if I don’t “appreciate” the little that I’ve
got
Will that be taken from me too?
Will a loved one die?
Will my life be COMPLETELY shot?
If Jesus would come sit down with me and let me ask him why,
I’d ask Him “are you mad at me?, “
Are you punishing me?
Why do you let me cry?
Yes I know other’s have it worse, and I feel so bad for them
But MY heart aches, I’m scared and it’s hard to go on
So maybe it’s the end.
Angel Beaty-Prater
angelsenchantment@yahoo.com
She Won the Fight
(Angel's Tribute to Columbine)
They stood before their master
They showed their blood stained hands.
Their names would live in infamy
Just as Lucifer had planned.
Old Satan burst out laughing
"My friends, you are such fools
For I plotted YOUR destruction
Not just those within the school."
"You see, I've never cared at all
About the plight of man.
I simply find them useful tools
To terrorize the land."
"They can't help but surrender
I have chose my victims well.
How can you think of Heaven
When you're in the pits of Hell?"
Just then he heard the thunder
His face turned white with fear.
He couldn't stand the GLORY
As the Lord - THY GOD - came near.
"You should look a little closer."
He proclaimed with strength and might.
"You forgot my loyal servant
It was she who won that fight."
"Though faced with all your demons
She did not forget My face.
She held tightly to the promise
Of the richness of My Grace."
"She refused to turn against Me
She would not deny My name.
And though you couldn't see Me
I was with her, all the same."
"When your servants asked the question
Her faith shone -- pure and true."
"Who in here believes in God?"
"She stood and said -- "I do."
"As the shots rang out around her
As her earthly body fell.
She felt the touch of Jesus
As He said -- "You've done so well."
"Now she soars amid the angels
And her laughter fills the air.
As she gazes at the wonders
That I've placed for her up there."
When God had finished speaking
Satan dropped his head in shame.
He'd been stripped of all his glory
He had lost his mighty fame.
And his face turned red with anger
As he heard the angels say,
"Satan's once more been defeated
By a child who's made of clay."
All Heaven sings the praises
For she lived with truth and light.
Old Satan didn't stand a chance
For by FAITH -- She won the fight."
Although this poem was originally written to those students
at Columbine High -- it now goes out to the children of EVERY
school that has lived through satanic attack. May
God bless and keep you all -- you are in my thoughts and
prayers!!! Angel
BEVERLY MATTOX
angelwings@planetcomm.net
MY JESUS
DO YOU KNOW MY JESUS?
I MEAN DO YOU REALLY KNOW MY JESUS?
HAVE YOU ASKED HIM TO FORGIVE YOU?
HE WILL, YOU KNOW. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK HIM.
DO YOU WORSHIP MY JESUS?
DO YOU SING HIS PRAISES CONTINUALLY?
HE LOVES WHEN YOU PRAISE HIM.
YOU CAN’T PRAISE MY JESUS TOO MUCH.
DO YOU TRUST MY JESUS?
DO YOU PUT YOUR TRUST COMPLETELY IN HIM?
HE WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN.
YOU CAN TRUST MY JESUS WITH EVERYTHING, EVEN YOUR LIFE.
HAVE YOU GIVEN EVERYTHING TO MY JESUS?
HAVE YOU GIVEN HIM YOUR SOUL, YOUR LIFE?
GIVE HIM EVERYTHING, GIVE HIM YOUR ALL.
YOU CAN’T GIVE TOO MUCH TO MY JESUS.
DO YOU TALK TO MY JESUS?
DO YOU TAKE TIME TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU?
HE WILL HEAR YOU AND HE WILL ANSWER.
YOU WILL FEEL HIS LOVE AROUND YOU.
DO YOU PRAY TO MY JESUS?
YOU WILL FIND AS YOU PRAY
HE WILL HEAR AND IF YOU BELIEVE
HE WILL ANSWER EVERY PRAYER.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN MY JESUS?
I HOPE YOU DO BECAUSE HE IS HERE
HE IS OUR HOPE FOR TODAY
AND THE PROMISE FOR THE FUTURE .
DO YOU SERVE MY JESUS?
ARE YOU WILLING TO DO ANYTHING HE ASKS?
HE WILL NOT ASK ANYTHING OF YOU
THAT YOU CANNOT DO.
DO YOU WALK CLOSE TO MY JESUS?
HE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU.
HE WILL BE YOUR BEST FRIEND.
MY JESUS WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN.
DO YOU HAVE THE LOVE OF MY JESUS?
IS HIS LOVE DEEP INSIDE YOU?
HIS LOVE WILL COMFORT YOU
IN YOUR TIMES OF TROUBLE.
DO YOU READ THE WORDS OF MY JESUS?
DO YOU READ HIS WORD DAILY?
HE WILL LEAD YOU AND GUIDE YOU
THRU THE PAGES OF HIS WORD.
WHAT IS FIRST IN YOUR LIFE? IS IT MY JESUS?
DOES HE MEAN EVERYTHING TO YOU?
HE IS ABOVE ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING
AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT COMPARES TO MY JESUS.
DO YOU TELL OTHERS ABOUT MY JESUS?
THERE ARE SO MANY WHO HAVEN’T BEEN TOLD.
TELL THEM THAT HE REALLY LOVES THEM.
AND LET THEM MEET MY JESUS.
ARE YOU WATCHING AND WAITING FOR MY JESUS?
ARE YOU SERVING HIM AND SPREADING HIS WORD?
BE READY FOR THE COMING OF MY JESUS
LET’S LIVE ACCORDING TO HIS WORD.
SO TELL ME, DO YOU KNOW MY JESUS?
I MEAN REALLY KNOW MY JESUS?
IF YOU DON’T MY FRIEND I PLEAD WITH YOU
MEET MY JESUS BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE.
WHEN HE COMES WILL YOU GO WITH MY JESUS?
WILL YOU WALK WITH HIM FOR ETERNITY?
OH MY FRIEND DON’T HESITATE.
THERE'S NOTHING BETTER THAN MY SWEET JESUS.
Della J. Shepherd
jhnnynthspt9@netscape.net
From This Day Forward
>From This day forward,
I will be honest and share my feelings.
>From this day forward,
I will make everyday count.
From this day forward,
I will disallow myself to be tortured
by what my dad did to me.
>From this day forward,
I will listen to what is said before I react.
>From this day forward,
I will put my worry behind me
and let God take it and use it for His kingdom.
>From this day forward,
I will place all of my energy
that I've used for negativity
to become even more positive in what I say and do.
>From this day forward,
I will learn how to treat others
so I can be a positive influence
on those around me.
Finally, from this day forward,
I will not ask for any proof
for the positive accomplishments
or steps I'm taking because
the proof I search for is something
that I already have through Christ my Lord.
Phoebe Kokulakanthan
phoebe.kokulakanthan@abnamro.com
Though I knew His love, yet I wondered away
But He watched over me, so that I may not go astray
I did fall into pit holes, and into temptation of the evil one
Yet He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood.
Oh! how foolish I was to walk away from Him
Oh! how it must have hurt Him and pained Him, yet still
Never did He give up, He knew His little sheep
Will one day return to Him forever His keep
The love He has for me always amazes me
That He should stoop down and hold me forever He will
All I did was cry out on bended knees
Lord I repent, please forgive me
He loves me, the sweet thought keeps me living each day
I praise Him, and glorify Him for being there every step of the way
Though there will be trials and temptations in my life's long road
I know He will hold my hand and lead me to my eternal home
Tracey Bloom
tlbloom@yahoo.com
My entries are all mostly songs with a chorus, so that's why the format is laid
out this way...
In The Son
I know the seed's been there for quite some time,
wanting desperately to bloom and shine.
Though I've searched the whole world over
to find the key to set it free,
a seed can never grow without the Son.
I thought if I kept searching, I'd find the tool.
More water? Better soil? I'd just follow all the rules!
But that seed would not give in...
It was withering in sin.
A seed can never grow without the Son!
But in the Son, all death becomes anew.
The grass becomes green, and the sky turns blue.
The flowers find their color, and the birds take flight.
For only in the Son, do we find life!
I'll never forget the day that I gave in.
I gave that seed to Christ - covered in sin!
I fell down upon my knees,
cried "Dear Lord, take me please!!"
And now that seed is blooming in the Son!
For in the Son, all dead becomes anew.
The grass becomes green, and the sky turns blue.
The flowers find their color and the birds take flight.
For only in the Son, is there true life.
Cast Your Burdens Upon Me
"Dear Abba, I can't do this - I'm falling.
Oh, Father, I can't make it - I'm drowning!
Dear Lord, I'm crying out for mercy!
Father, I need you to help me!"
"Lord, we're so cold and hungry,
and you know we have no more money.
I need for You to provide for them.
I trust You, I need You, Amen."
And you said:
"Cast your burdens upon me.
Rest, and soon you will see
that My strength is sufficient for thee,
so cast your burdens upon me."
He hears every prayer, every whisper, every cry.
He knows when you're desperate and wondering why.
He's strong enough to bear every burden in your life.
Just give it to Him and trust in His might!
For He says:
"Cast your burdens upon me.
Rest, and soon you will see
that My strength is sufficient for thee,
so cast your burdens upon me."
Carmen Khalaf
charmyn4u2@hotmail.com
Comforter, Father, Friend
July 28, 2001
When we weep, it is you, who dries our tears,
The times we feel afraid, you who calms our fears…
Unseen yet not unfelt, your arms about us embrace,
Bringing such a comfort, the pain is soon erased…
Alone in the darkness of night, you hear the cry,
Angels sent forth will guard until the morning light…
Locked inside a prison, built with insecurities,
Sentenced by self-doubt, chained by misery…
Yes, it is you, who sets the captives free,
In your word is where there lies the key…
Comforter, Father, friend, all of these and more,
It is you, Oh God, whom we do adore.
Amy Novander
Hafino@aol.com
A Diamond
A diamond is a piece of coal
That's pressured on all sides
Until its very life is gone
And all the darkness dies.
Then out it comes, a diamond,
So brilliant and so clear,
Strong enough to cut away
All human doubt and fear.
Be glad for all the struggles,
All the troubles and the trials;
Because you see, without them,
You'd remain a little child.
But picked up by the Master
And fashioned by His hand,
Out will come a diamond to be used
In His great plan.
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Grace
It wasn't on the Mountain Peak
That I first saw your face,
But it was in the valley, Lord,
Of my most deep disgrace.
It wasn't on the Mountain Peak
That I found your sweet Grace,
But it was in the valley, Lord,
Of hurt and deep despair.
It wasn't on the Mountain Peak
I found the strength to stand,
But it was in the wilderness,
Was there you took my hand
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An Old Family Recipe
Take a cup of Sonlight
And a Kiss or two
A sudden burst of Laughter
Two Hearts that are true
Mix well with Loving Kindness
Patience and Respect
Now set it all aside
While you blend the rest
Two cups of Hope and
Tenderness
Forgiveness by the pound
A Mustard Seed of Faith in God
Prayer, at least two pounds
Now blend everything together
With two Wings of a Snow white Dove
Bake slowly in an oven
That's been filled with His Great Love
Serve often on dark rainy days
Begin while you are young
Serve to your Family anytime
And to all who come
{Always makes enough to go around}
Sarah Fielding
iamsarah_beara@yahoo.com
Searching
You may find yourself searching,
But for what are you looking?
Maybe some peace and quiet,
But of course you will fight it.
It will take patience and virtue,
But be careful what you look through.
Just remind yourself that there is a reason,
And things will change in each season.
The flowers shall die,
As will you and I.
But the peace will come,
And yet, the change is none.
The fires and lights shall fade,
But never be dismayed.
Sarah Anne Fielding
Copyright ©2001 Sarah Fielding
Ruth Fielding
Sweetpea683@yahoo.com
In The Silence Of The Night
In the silence of the night
Fear pounces at my door with sudden flight
I wake as the feelings fade
But the memories have always stayed
Night after night fear comes calling
Always hoping that I would be falling
He must be leaving in despair
Because I have left no room for his snare
He lingers in the shadows of the trees
Waiting for me to stumble to my knees
When I do stumble I do not stay there long
God grabs a hold of me and says to Him I belong
God watches over me as I sleep
Holding me when the road is too steep
He never allows anything to happen that I cannot bare
For I know His presence is always there.
Tracey Bloom
tlbloom@yahoo.com
In the midst of the darkness,
in the midst of my sin,
there's a glimmer of hope that lights the way,
that brings hope back again.
For there is hope for the hopeless,
There's strength for the weak.
There's forgiveness for the sinner,
and that even includes me!
You're a Friend to the friendless.
You're a map for the lost.
You are water for the thirsty,
and yet you've paid the cost!
You are Everything, Anything!
All we need to live this life.
You have an answer for every question,
and a reason for every strife.
You are Everything and Anything.
You're all things we could need.
You give honor to the shameful,
purity for the cheat.
You're the beauty in the ugly,
You alone conquered defeat!
All You ask is that we follow,
that we love You in all our ways.
How unworthy are Your children, Lord!
You give gifts we can't repay!
You are Everything, Anything!
All things we could need.
You're the lamp at our feet,
A light to our path,
You have set us free!!!
You are Everything, and Anything.
All things we ever need...
Angela Phelps
angelaphelps13@YAHOO.COM
My Jesus...
You are more to me
Than the sun that warms
my day,
While it smiles down to
chase remnants of the night away.
You can be found in my heart
always.
My Jesus...
You are more to me
Than anyone I've ever
known.
You've given me more love than
anyone's ever shown.
Through the loneliest times
You never left me alone.
Only to Him
Look hard for the truth in the black
of night.
Pray to see with God's divine light.
In the darkest of coming days,
Jesus still says...
" I am with you always,
" I am the life, the truth, and
the way."
Look past the cross to see Him
clearly,
Open your heart to love Him more
dearly.
When all else fails, He is still there,
Reaching with nail-scar s
" Give Me your cares"
He gave it all - for you, for me
He gave it all - to make us free.
He loved us then, He loves us now,
Only to Him will I humbly bow.
Only to Him will I give my all,
A Message From God
God told me to encourage you today
This is what He had to say,
" Be confident that you will see
my goodness,
I have made provisions, you will
get nothing less.
Be of good courage, strong, and brave
Follow me, I am the way."
Jo Ann Adkins Perry
JaasII@AOL.com
THE WAY, THE TRUTH, THE LIFE
Lord you truly know how lonely life can be, because you
came to live on earth, sharing man’s humanity.
Your plan was to redeem and heal and set the captives free,
you traded royal robes for rags, giving up your deity.
Born into a poor domain, animals sleeping by your side;
you were so young--so tiny, when Herod sought to take your life. Your parents
ran away with you into a distant land, and there you stayed until the time…God
called you home again.
Homecoming was exciting; you would meet your families’ race.
But though these were your people, acceptance hid its face.
Nazareth a meager town--abode to many Jews, was where your
parents made a home, leaving all the things you knew.
Your clothes were somewhat different; your words made funny
sounds; and talk was sharp and guarded since you were
strangers new in town.
You romped and played like other kids, you fell and scraped your knees; you felt
the piercing words of hate--from childhood through your teens. You pressed into
your Father’s will; in school you learned God’s word. You did your
work and kept your tongue and processed all you heard. You learned to be a
carpenter while waiting on God’s plan, and then your human father died and you
were now “The Man”. You had to work so hard---pay bills, buy shoes and
clothes, put food upon the table, and wipe your brother’s eyes and nose.
You divided up the fights and set the peace inside your home. You
comforted your mother when you knew she felt alone.
You lived your life, as others did, no wealth or show of powers.
At times you must have thought; Oh Father, let this be the hour. You
worked and loved and laughed and hurt just like other men, waiting in obedience,
determined not to sin. Then one night, a sleepless night, a voice came to your
ear, and you dear Jesus heard the call and answered with no fear. You knew
this voice, your Father’s voice--you’d heard Him countless times. He
said the harvest waits for you, there are people sick and blind. Obedience
to the Father led you through the desert forty days, and there you walked in
silence, learning more of your Father’s ways.
The enemy of your soul came to taunt and cause, a breaking down inside of you,
the Holiness of God. But you dear Jesus fought the fight while hungry,
cold and tired, and when the fight was finished--you’d won victory, strength
and fire. You’d won it through the Word of God; you’d won it fair and
square. The Father laughed, the angels sang as you pummeled the prince of
the air.
Then the Father commissioned you to go fulfill His Word.
Help My People understand, let My will be heard. Tell them of My Kingdom
and how I long for them. Tell them how to live their lives in kindness to
all men. Tell them that I sent you, to heal and make them whole, Tell them that
My Love for them came willing from My throne. Give them words of guidance, as to
a little child, for they are very
fragile and need gentle leading--meek and mild.
Train up men under you; impart your Holy Mantle, to preach the Word, show My
Love and be a live example. So Jesus chose twelve young men to live three
years with him. He taught them many kingdom truths--the Word would grow in
them. As a babe grows into youth and then one day a man, the man who seeks God’s
wisdom, will understand God’s plan.
You met the crowds; you saw their needs and never turned your back. All
were welcome at your side, you suffered them no lack. Food from heaven,
food from earth, compassion touched your heart. You came to give and share
your love, not judge or tear apart. You taught them parables that they
could understand, and if they had a question--you broke it down for them.
You traveled to Jerusalem while healing many lives, devils fled at your name;
you healed the sick and blind. You raised the dead and broke off chains,
you made the lame to walk. While your works were full of love, your
enemies were filled with talk. Hypocrisy in the church that day was no
longer hid; church leaders feared the loss of power and decided you should not
live. Thirty pieces of silver paid the price for your betrayal. A
kiss from Judas on your cheek sent you straight to jail.
Then the hour came and darkness filled the sky. The nail torn hands, the
piercing thorns, the flesh ripped from your back and side. Naked and
debased before a jeering crowd, pain and sadness filled your heart as they
gambled for your shroud. You begged, “Dear Father, please forgive them
for they don’t know what they do”, and laying down my life is what will
bring them back to you.
The devil laughed...his plan would work, he’d see the Savior die. He did
not know the Father’s plan and thought he’d won this time. While Jesus
was rejected and scourged without a plea, he took our sins upon himself and
saved humanity. Gazing from the cross he saw his beloved disciple and his
mother. He said to her behold your son and John behold your mother.
Scripture was fulfilled that day as Jesus cried for thirst, the soldiers gave
him sour wine while they laughed at him and cursed. With his last breath
he cried to his Father saying, “It is finished”, and then he gave his spirit
up; a dying lamb unblemished.
His followers had scattered and turned in great despair, they did not comprehend
the three years spent in his care. Yet, he told them at different times so
they would understand; this is what my life is for, the redemption of every
man. They did not truly comprehend how he could win this fight, when
death's cold fingers gripped his flesh as to rob his soul this night. But
Jesus knew what must be done; he walked deep into hell. He undid Satan of
his power, freeing captives that very hour. He opened Heaven’s doors
again, and healed the breach with God and men.
Mary came to Jesus tomb; three days had gone by, then she heard an angel say,
“Why do you weep and cry? Your Master is not here; he has risen from the
dead. He conquered life and death and now is raised up like he said. Go
tell his disciples this exciting news, for Jesus is alive today and will show
himself to you.”
Jesus regarded his disciples while listening for a time, he saw his mighty
followers with many questions in their minds. Tenderness filled his eyes
and kindness moved his heart, then Jesus showed himself to them before they
split apart. He said that he would go away back to his Father’s home,
but he would send a comforter and they’d never be alone. Take this time
and spread the news that what I’ve said is true; that I have overcome the
world and made a way for you. I lived a life much like yours; fighting
urges deep within. Put down my flesh unto the death and God raised me up
again. In a Cloud of Glory I’ll leave, but I'll return, then every knee
shall surely bow and every heart will yearn. When the last trumpet sounds,
and heaven shouts with praise---as King of Kings and Lord of Lords, in Kingdom
Love I’ll reign.
IS THIS JUST A SEASON?
Lord, hear my cry, I'm calling out to You.
I've lost the way that leads to Truth.
I remember when Your Name was like new fresh dew,
But now I find it hard to talk to You.
Is this just a season in my life to bring a change,
Or have I lost the treasure that I found in You that day?
I've seen You take a mountain and turn it into dust and
Make a flower grow in my windowsill, but can You
Tame this endless rushing will?
I remember when Your words brought life where death had gained. How I long to
hear those words and hold that sweet refrain. In the night when sleep becomes a
stranger to my eyes, Will I hear from You wherein my rest and peace reside?
Lord, as I feel a sense of loss that's draped in pain,
Will I ever know the kind of love that You've ordained?
Is this just a season in my life to bring a change,
Or have I lost the treasure that I found in You that day?
I've seen You take a mountain and turn it into dust and
Make a flower grow in my windowsill, but can You
Tame this endless rushing will?
Then in the stillness of the morn before the sun arose,
I heard a whisper softly speak to my inner soul. Father of
Creation beamed, words encircling His smile,
"You need not rush at all, My child; it's simply not My style.
"I have plan, a hope for you, a future strong and true;
For it's My Love and pleasure that takes delight in you.
You've tried so hard to earn My love by doing all you can;
Child, it's not by works or kindly deeds; it's because of who I AM."
Be Thankful
When life takes back those special gifts
entrusted for a time, should I not give
thanks for them, or sit around and whine.
I think of all the energy that raced
through every part of me, when everything
was magical and I could shimmy up a tree.
I'd run with leaps and laughter, while
almost taking flight, but now I'm thankful
for these times when day has turned to
night.
Old age may seem to be the end of
many people’s dreams, but I have found yet
other gifts, saved for this time it seems.
Colors are so beautiful and sounds
intensified and everywhere I look, nature
pulsates with new life.
A flock of birds, the ocean sounds, the smile
of tiny babes. The friendship of my children who
have matured with time and age.
I'm glad that God has blessed me with ability
to see, these gifts unmasked in autumn's years,
have brought great joy to me.
VIETNAM'S LOST AND FOUND
(Dedicated to my husband who is a disabled Vietnam Veteran and to all veterans
who are still waiting to be found)
Mirror of my soul,
One who reflects with care,
Why do you choose this dirty den
To call your Holy lair?
My days are filled with thoughtless
Words and actions sometimes base,
By night you come with mercy
And conviction ruled by grace.
Thank you for not forsaking me,
Because without your presence,
I shudder where my life might be
If not for your Redemption.
I fought many battles and
Watched so many die, I did
Not understand why you chose
To save my life.
Yet the fighting continues
Only in a different place,
The struggles are greater,
They require so much faith.
They said my life has purpose--
I wasn't shot and killed,
But death came anyway, and
Persisted through the years.
In hospital rooms I watched
And felt more safe within,
Then one day came God's mercy
As He washed away my sin.
He came without accusation
He held me in his arms,
He gave me back my life again,
Though I carry many scars.
Every scar I carry is one I share
With Jesus, I'm thankful that
The cross He bore is the one that
Heals and free us.
I think of God with tenderness
As my tears flow to His keeping,
And I know He's healing one
More hurt, releasing me through weeping.
SHIPWRECKED
I was the Master of the Helm, assurance heightened me,
that I alone could stand to face the abandon of the sea.
In early morning I arose, from the bow it seemed so clear,
the keenness of my thoughts were sure, dispossessed of any fear.
The ocean reached perennially with quiet imposing aplomb,
though stirred by a growing restlessness, my journey had begun.
The wind arose to charge the sails as I leaned against the mast, reflective of
broken dreams that never came to pass.
Cries of seagulls filled my ears, and clouds rushed to the throng; above me
whirled a darkening sky and I suddenly felt alone.
Waves leaped high above my head and splashed into my eyes;
the pounding noise, so deafening, made fears begin to rise.
I realized my course was lost; my ship was tossed and torn.
Weary of the wrecking seas, my body tired and worn.
The crash of light that struck the heart and pierced the empty hold, opened wide
the hull of my last hope and there gained all control.
I saw the sea exalt itself; I fell upon my face.
In trembled voice I cried to God, not justice, Lord, but grace!
YOU REFRESH ME
In the quiet of the morning, gazing out on trees and sky,
Waiting for Your lovely presence, Lord, I'm here; don’t pass me by.
Seeking solace while it’s early, building faith in you today,
While I wait in silent worship, build my trust in You I pray.
When I'm lonely please remind me . . . You're a friend who's always near, When
I'm anxious, Lord, remind me, You have championed all my fears.
Like a mountain spring--refresh me, as You fill me with new hope; Though I long
to stay here always, You have chosen me a road.
While upon this road I travel, let Your Spirit walk with me;
Help me heed Your gentle leading though the world may disagree.
In heavenly determination, let me walk a walk of faith;
Let my attitude shine mercy and compassion clothed in grace.
And at the end of each day's journey, Lord, I long to ever be
Still closer to You than I started, when You came and refreshed me.
HEAVEN SINGS OUT
There is a road that we all must walk on
that leads to the Living God.
There is a path that we all must take,
but the choice is ours to make.
Heaven sings out and beckons us,
as the Father calls out our names.
Heaven sings out in praise to our God,
and the angels declare "Jesus Reigns".
There is a road where the circle is full,
and all hopes have been met by God.
There is a plan that is perfect and true,
where life is abounding with laud.
Heaven sings out and beckons us,
as the Father calls out our names.
Heaven sings out in praise to our God,
and the angels declare "Jesus Reigns".
There is joy that touches the heart,
where none can express with tongue.
There is a peace that enters the soul,
and drives away fears from the young.
For if we are as a little child,
trusting always in God,
Then His plan will be perfect and true,
where life is abounding with laud.
Heaven sings out and beckons us,
as the Father calls out our names.
Heaven sings out in praise to our God,
and the angels declare "Jesus Reigns."
IN GOD'S TIME
Who will go after them and help them find the way?
Who will touch their lives--these ones with feet of clay?
Who will say lovingly “come in and sit by me”
When all outward appearance is full of sin's decay?
One thing I know for certain is that God will deal in truth--
Dirt-covered, stained and torn, a thief, a prostitute—
For He looks on the inside and sees the brokenness;
He sees their hurt and longing to find His peace and rest.
Though the Father chooses man to reach into these lives,
The call is lost to other things--to money, worry, pride.
It's lost to busyness and friends who always make us feel good; It's lost to
conversations about our shoulda, woulda, coulda's.
So while the time is growing short and souls need getting won, His compassion
for hurting