May
12
2012
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Only a mother knows the tear, the silent one that falls,
Only a mother knows for sure, the reason for it all.
Only a mother knows the pain, and hand and hand, the joy.
Only a mother knows the kiss of her precious little boy.
May
11
2012
Posted in Poetry, Salvation 4 Comments
A woman is a mirror
Your Holiness shines through.
She is the Hands and Feet of Christ
In all she sets to do.
She carries a humility
Because of who You are.
Amazed that You would choose to use
A small, imperfect jar.
Apr
20
2012
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Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift, we find tucked inside His Word,
But what is the gift, we often ask, yearning to be heard,
It is our families, we decide, the loved ones we’ve been given,
Being with them is just a glimpse, a little taste of heaven,
Apr
3
2012
Posted in Holy Week, Poetry Leave a comment
He will ride upon a stallion.
An animal fit for war.
That day, upon a donkey
That was never ridden before.
He wept when He saw Jerusalem.
If the people only knew.
He longed to hold them in His arms
As a mother hen would do.
They spread their palms upon the ground.
Hosanna they all cried.
He would rule and lead and fight for them.
Never thought He came to die.
Mar
28
2012
Posted in Poetry 2 Comments
Our world today is very gray
We wonder where to turn
We have a tool, a handy sword
Our hearts begin to burn
Sitting on the table,
Held within our hands
Crossing age and gender
All across the land
Mar
23
2012
Posted in Poetry 2 Comments
The gauntlet was laid down today,
For the men to stand and fight.
Fight for their wives and children,
In the battle for what is right.
Mar
20
2012
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Once there was a little girl,
Upon her mother’s knee,
Dolls and tea cups, ribbons and bows,
The occasional climb of a tree.
Off to school, the recess yard,
Jump rope on the street,
Dreaming of her wedding day,
When he would sweep her off her feet.
Mar
15
2012
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There sat the grandest vessel…high upon the shelf.
I have no place of honor, he thought sadly to himself.
I’ve been so very useful, to many, all my days.
I poured and poured so proudly, as I served in wondrous ways.