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Can I
Can I make a difference
tomorrow
For the wrong I did
today
Can I bring friendships
together
In a kind and loving
way.
Can I rid the world of
hate
Dissolve the fear at
hand
If I truly try hard
enough
I'm almost sure I can.
When the day is full of
sunshine
Can I spread happiness
around
If only for a little
while
Can a loving friendship
be found?
If the night is dark and
lonely
I'll reach out let
someone know
That love deep down in
my heart
Like a seed will truly
grow.
Let us work together
To make a better world
If we all try hard
enough
We can watch the hate
unfurl.
©Ginny Bryant
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Journey of Love 2 now
published!
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Your Best Friend
When you've lost
everything that your
whole life you did win,
And there's no way you
can begin to pick up
again;
There's only one way to
take control of your
life
And be victorious over
all of the strife.
Give your heart to
Jesus. Just give your
whole life to Him.
All He ever wanted was
to be your best friend.
© by Joyce C. Lock
Take my yoke upon you,
and learn of me;
for I am meek and lowly
in heart:
and ye shall find rest
unto your souls.
Matthew 11:29
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Someone's Prayin'
Someone's prayin' for me
In my life of turmoil,
and sin.
I feel the gentle
presence of Jesus.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
In my time of trouble,
In my time of need.
I feel the gentle
presence of Jesus.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
In my good times,
In my bad times.
I feel the gentle
presence of Jesus.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
Prayin' to Jesus,
to save my soul.
I feel the gentle
presence of Jesus.
Someone's prayin' for
me.
©Leona Koziarski
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Thanksgiving Past
I'd dearly love to slip
on back
to the simpler days of
yore.
I'd dearly love to slip
on through
my mother's kitchen
door.
I'd smell the turkey
baking,
stuffed with her own
special blend.
Oh, the warmth of that
old cookstove;
which she so dutifully
would tend.
I'd see the turnip,
onions, squash,
bubbling gently in their
pots;
a pretty glass
container,
filled with fresh
cranberry sauce.
I'd see Mama in her
kitchen
making homemade yeast
rolls;
the warmth in Mama's
kitchen
wasn't only from her
stove.
I'd glance into the
living room,
furniture moved against
the wall,
to make room for Mama's
table;
she welcomed one and
all.
Pristine starched linens
prepared before,
gently clothed the table
leaves.
Her good china from the
cupboard;
a harvest design of
basket weave.
I'd see the pies hot
from the oven,
homemade mincemeat,
apple and pumpkin;
I wish I could go back
to be,
that little girl country
bumpkin.
I'd see the family come
together
at Mom's Thanksgiving
meal.
Her apron came off, she
welcomed them home;
this layout was no big
deal.
Please pass the riced
potatoes,
Gini made them again
this year;
another reason I'd love
to go back,
my family was always
near.
Mom and Dad are long
gone now,
I miss them both so
much.
I pray that my own
kitchen holds the warmth
of my dear Mama's touch.
©Dottie Perkins
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Jesus Paints With Colors
If you look at the
beauty of a rainbow
You can see the colors
Jesus paints
When you walk behind a
waterfall
Listen to the sound,
When you here the
woodpeckers
Busy at work, also hear
Jesus call
The angels in their
beautiful ropes
Harps above us all
When a nightingale sings
There is a spirit in her
soul
There is something that
never let's us go
Jesus paints with colors
Deep blue for the sky,
orange of the sun
Green for the grass and
flowers.
The beauty of a
butterfly
We watch as she goes.
His work is never done.
We see the love of Jesus
Whenever we take in the
view
I am thankful I am
living
For Jesus, created me
too.
I love The Father, I
love The Son
I love The Holy Spirit
Because they are all one
Jesus took the time
To paint the colors
The sounds we hear each
day
Even if we could not
hear or see
Our Lord Jesus would
find a way
In all eternity, Jesus
paints the beauty
Which time does allow
He is a painter and a
poet
A best friend to me
He is also my loving
Father
My Dear Lord Jesus
I give thanks to thee.
©Linda Ann Henry
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The people's poet
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“Heaven’s Artist”
Oh the sun rises and
sets
with such beauty ,a
radiant
purple haze intertwined
with pink rays.
Oh to behold
Heaven’s Artist
Hand on display.
Grand mountains ;chipped
with precise equations
of creativity;
of God’s design, simply
beautiful to my mind.
All creation great and
small;
from the lion; the king
of the
jungle; with the
majestic mane,
to the eagle in flight;
the
leader in the sky.
Arrays of pink, red,
violet,
yellow and white cover
the
earth with the beauty of
the flowers in our
sight;
dancing in the sun and
filling
the air with the
fragrance
so sweet everywhere.
Oceans and mighty seas,
the sight of the whale
the
dolphin at play. The
wild
beast in the field. A
wolf
and a lamb will one
day lie together in
Peace.
All things created
In God’s perfect time;
held by His
Hand of Grace.
Oh to compare any
with Thee.
Heaven’s Artist;
they all will fade
away in beauty at
A glimpse of
Thee.
Light Immortal;
Who stands alone,
Beyond all; He who
Reigns on Heaven’s
Throne.
We Thank thee;
for the Gift of
Thy Paint Brush.
For Thou has
Created out of
Thy Love;
Masterpieces
here on earth
for us.
Inspired by God
© 2005 Mrs.David Jobes(Dee)
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I Hear Thy Voice
My Lord how You long to
speak to me,
Open my heart that I may
hear Thee.
Attune my ears to
hearken to Thy voice,
And in my spirit cause
me to rejoice!
There are days Your
Voice I do not hear,
And my heart does
tremble for fear,
That I may take a path
where You do not lead,
Adding more problems
than this soul needs.
My heart does long to
ever be
In constant obedience to
Thee.
So hopeless at times
that seems to me,
And in discouragement I
turn from Thee.
Then Your precious
Spirit whispers so
dearly
Through whom You add
instructions so clearly.
And I hear Thy Voice,
once again,
And return to You humbly
whispering, Amen.
©Melva
2~11~05
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Beyond The Fence
Within my garden walls
Life is peaceful and
serene.
The blooming flowers
border
The fence that keeps it
safely within.
I could stay within
these walls,
Never feel the strife or
pain,
The weariness,or hurting
souls,
But what would be my
gain?
Throw open wide the gate
that leads
To strewn pathways I
must take,
Through winding hills,
and valleys,
Spreading Love; for
Jesus' sake.
Goodness, kindness,
gentleness,
A lamp to light the way.
With prayer, and praise,
and yearning
For these souls, for
which I pray.
Calling all to find the
courage
To walk the path that
Jesus trod.
Giving, by example,
gifts that
Only come from GOD.
Yes, within my garden
walls
Life is peaceful and
serene.
But, oh, the joy of
leading one
To the Lord of Lords and
King of Kings
Karen Payne
2-5-05
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