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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
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
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.
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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 ca