Heaven Is Not Very Far
Heaven is not very far from
here
Do not cry, wash your tears
Heaven is not very far from
here
I am the angel of hope
Brought to earth so you can
cope
I feel your sorrow, I feel
your pain
Life is beautiful just the
same
Do not be afraid of the
unknown
God is your very own
If the time comes when the
end is near
An angel will help, you have
no fear
Heaven is not very far from
here
If you look up at the stars
You can see The Lord there
So hold my hand as we walk
to the sky
God will meet us there, if
we try
There is no need to say
good-bye
©Linda Ann Henry
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Smoky Mountain Home
The ribbon of road winds
up and down,
threading through lush
trees.
And higher still
the ancient mountain climbs,
sprinkled with wildflowers,
while bushes of Rhododendron
and Mountain Laurel
grow untamed.
All of the forest stands on
tiptoe
over all created things,
as creatures roam below.
On and on, going higher
where
a mist hangs over the
mountains in the distance.
At last, a most charming
sight
is in view... the little log
cabin
perched on top of the
summit.
A sentinel it will be
to the verdant valley below.
Flowers bloom profusely
in a rainbow of colors.
The sunlight moves ever so
slowly
enveloping the cabin
in dappled sunlight.
Night falls with a fat moon
and blinking stars
over the little cabin
in the Smokies.
©Doris J. Niswonger
Copyright 2003
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''My Own Grist Mill''
There is a wheel of life in
me
that turns my ills away.
It grinds away the strife I
see
that comes with every day.
It churns along with love
and hope,
the grist within my soul;
enables me to live and cope
with troubles that unfold.
This wheel of life, I
lubricate
with God's own precious
words,
which clears away all sin
and hate,
the grime that oft' occurs.
I keep it turning day and
night
to keep my bearings
straight,
around the axle of my life
until God's judgment date!
©William E. Hardison
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And Is It Love
And is it love forever
you’ll hold,
Or the sadness I’ve seen
around,
Is your heart thriving for
only me,
Do you believe your love’s
inbound?
And arriving by God’s loving
touch,
Do you believe in His
choices,
And know in your heart
love’s such a gift,
For it’s by Him as He
voices?
And is it my love you’ll
always need,
Or do you have some other
dreams,
And might not believe in one
true love,
For I'll not be part of
love's schemes?
And do you know my love is
quite real,
Have you felt in your heart
for me,
And will you know precisely
when I,
Walk into your life that
we’ll be?
And is it love looking in my
eyes,
Oh will you speak quite
clearly too,
Will the words in your eyes
speak volumes,
So declaring it’s me and
you?
For I’ll know that it’s you
when I see,
The special sweetness God
has shown,
To me, you’ll be the light
that shines through,
Will you know I'm your love,
your own?
©Sondra McPherson
June 18, 2004
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Splendor Of The Night
As the night winds begin to
whistle between the trees
As the dew begins to fall
like diamonds on the leaves
The beauty of the evening
begins to come into view
With the loveliness God has
so graciously given to us.
If we are very still, being
so very careful to not stir
around
The nightly visions will
unfold before our very eyes
The sounds of the night may
be loud or so very soft
Even the rustle of the
bushes as a creature of God
goes by.
The night is a very special
time for so many of God's
creatures
Some may see better, and
others may hunt better
A few simply feel much more
protected by the darkness
It is a cease of the
blinding light to many of
them, a quiet stillness
The splendor of the night is
for God's 'night time'
creations
Even though we may be
snuggled tightly in our beds
There are many little
creatures out there romping
around
Some may be playing, others
just keeping the night
awake.
This is their time, and He
made them for this very
special time.
No time is wasted in our
existence, all is used for a
purpose.
So the night, and its
stillness, could be like a
spectacular circus,
With all actors present and
accounted for by the
Almighty God.
© Kentucky Lady
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Whispering Her
Words
''Words of love''
Be strong little one
Be the girl that you are
Be loving, be patient
Don't take all to heart
Laugh away sadness
Dance up a storm
Say what you feel
Be true to form!
Romanticism your world
Melancholic your nature
Keep on writing from your
heart
For no other words are
greater
Love you mum...
©Debbie Stevens
2003
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Sunday Came
Frenzied mob screams angrily
''The miscreant must die . .
.
Give to us Barrabas
this Jesus, CRUCIFY!''
The harsh, shard-thronged
lash
scourging His flesh so torn
. . .
facing Golgotha's torment
that fateful Friday morn ~
Mockingly the crown of
thorns
pierced the head of the Lamb
of God . . .
reviled, rejected ~ to the
slaughter,
The Via Dolo Rosa He trod
His body wounded, weakened
spike~riven hands and feet .
. .
whisper'd, ''Father forgive
them''
was e'er a plea so sweet?
From the cross insatiable
death's
cruel, ugly shadow loomed .
. .
beckoned near, a damp,
dark stone~sealed borrow'd
tomb
Began on earth a perfect
cleansing crimson stream
that day . . .
O sacred Fount of blood
to wash our sins away
All earth and Heaven must
bow
to your Holy, Matchless name
. . .
together with death, hell
and the grave,
PRAISE JESUS ~ SUNDAY CAME !
H A L L E L U J A H!!!
He is not here; HE IS RISEN
!!!
©Mary Carter Mizrany
February 19, 2005
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The Message
Jesus, how I love you,
I want to worship you all
the day.
My spirit Lord is always
willing,
But I have feet of clay.
Its hard to sit and listen
Lord
When there is so much work
to do.
I know I should have Mary's
ears,
But I hear the needy call.
I guess that without
listening,
I'm doing it in my strength.
But Lord it is so hard to
say,
No my friend, you must wait.
Tomorrow Lord I will start
the day
Afresh with your word.
Well that Lord is my
intention -
But will I really be there.
Will I stop to pick up the
clothes
Left on the floor by Sam,
Or will I answer the
telephone
To speak to a lonely man.
I try to put you first Lord
But always there's some
excuse.
Maybe I'll stay in bed Lord
Now that would be a treat!
We could hide under the
covers,
And I could use a torch.
Just as I did as a child
Lord,
When I wanted to read your
word.
The faith of a child is
simple,
And I know you only desire,
A heart that's open to you
Lord,
And faith to follow your
word.
©Carolyn Morgan
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