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The Love For My Woman

The love for my woman is hard to express,
For all she has given me is pure happiness.
She's there when I need her most of the time,
Her needs always come second to mine.

Don't know what I would do if she wasn't so bound,
For all these years she's been hanging around.
She's like a rose that never fades,
She has only got more lovely with age.

She's still as beautiful as the day that we met,
And believe me that's one day I'll never forget.
When I walked in and seen her, my heart filled with love.
Her radiant face, like an Angel above.

Her hair is not dark any more, it's all gray,
But I still love her, more every day.
When I first met her she wore a seven,
Now she can't even wear an eleven.

But I've been thanking the good Lord above,
For giving me that much more woman to love.
I don't deserve her this I am sure,
And I thank you Lord for giving me her.

"Thanks for Her"

© Walt Chapman

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The Invisible Hand

A hand stretched forth
To guide me today;
The hand of God
Shall lead the way.

When burdens are heavy
His hand lightens the load:
Rough paths to walk in
God smooths the road.

At night when I am weary
So tired and depressed;
God is in the darkness
To calm and give me rest.

©Gayle Davis


Dream Catcher
Just For You

There hangs within my window
a Dream Catcher waiting for me to fall asleep.
That's when my dreams take flight,
and are blown to heaven on the gentle even breeze,
there to play among the stars on a warm Summer's eve.
When my dreams are of you,
our souls dance to the rhythm of the night.
Floating to heaven on the midnight air,
there to play among the stars til morning's first light.
Our souls, returning from this fantastic flight,
are caught up in the web
Of my Dream Catcher...till twilight when our souls
Are blown to heaven to play among the stars
til morning's first light.....

© Larry Hart


The Picture

She smiles as you walk away,
her smile is there or is it not.
She stares at you as you pass by,
Is she happy or sad, you know not.

This creation of a woman
is it beautiful or just plain.
The lady in the picture,
is she happy or feeling pain.

Is she a lowly servant for a master,
or a creature soft and pure.
No one knows who she is,
only the artist knows for sure.

Inspired by the painting..."Mona Lisa"

© Bob Macchia

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I Love You Because

I love you because of your sweet gentle ways;
So slow to condemn, so quickly to praise.
Encouraging words with a soft easy touch.
Just some of the reasons I love you so much.

I love you because you are honest and strong.
Right here in my arms are where you belong.
You hold me, console me, and you are my best friend.
I can't live without you, no need to pretend.

I love you because you light up my days,
Fill my heart and soul with your sweet loving ways.
I love you because you never pretend,
And when I'm hardheaded, you always give in.

You're so easy to love, so hard to forget;
Faithful and true, since the day that we met.
I could search the world over and still never find
A love like yours. You are one of a kind.

I love you because you are quick to forgive;
Overlooking my faults (each day that I live),
So slow to anger, so quick to respond,
To my loving wishes, above, and beyond.

© Vickie Lambdin


Being Used

I remember, as a kid in school,
How being used was not considered cool.
Let me tell you how all that has changed,
How what's important has been rearranged.
Lord use me everyday as your tool,
Help me yield every part to your rule.
If I do it on my own I will fail,
My efforts are so feeble and frail.

But if I yield to your control,
And make pleasing you my goal,
If I let you be Lord of my life,
And trust you in calm and in strife,
Then I can be happy being used--
Being your tool is not to be refused.
Take me and use me everyday
In everything I do or say.

© Bob Hefner

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Golden Rock

Thanks so much for being you,
for doing all the things you do.
For helping me to see things through,
you are my special friend.

You listen when I need to talk,
you point the way for me to walk.
You're precious as a golden rock,
We two shall never end.

So now I say with loving heart,
your friend I'll be, we'll never part.
As kindred friends, each day we'll start,
While our two spirits blend.

© James O'Brien

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My Grandpa, My Friend

I love to go to Grandpa's house
It's always full of love.
I get to do most anything
My little brain thinks of.

We really like the coffee shop-
We visit with the ladies.
I get to drink a Pepsi there-
It's fun to be the "Baby".

My Grandpa made a swing for me
He hung it from a limb.
I like to sit out on the swing
'til daylight turns to dim.

My Grandpa got a little bike
So I could ride with him.
My bike has brand new training wheels
To keep me from getting skinned.

I love to go to Grandpa's house
It's time I like to spend.
You see, he's not just my Grandpa
He's my very bestest friend.

© Jan Marie Blankenship
In memory of her father and
for her daughter Kathryn, age 11



Reflections of Southbreeze

Featured Midi © Bruce DeBoer
"Kindred Spirits" from his Serenity Collection