Don’t Cry

Mama, don’t cry.

I know you miss my smiling face

And you think that I am gone.

But I’m alive.

I am waiting here for you,

In the best of company.

And its just for a while,

Then you’ll be here with me.

So, Mama, don’t cry.

I’m alive.

Christmas.

Family gathered near.

Gifts, cards, trees, and lights.

Tinsel, ornaments, cookies, and more.

Christmas dinner of turkey or ham.

Maybe, offer up a prayer.

Is that all that you need?

Christmas.

Family gathered near.

Mary, Joseph, a journey to take.

A baby in a manger born on Christmas morn.

Angels, shepherds, wisemen, and songs.

Maybe, offer up a prayer.

Is that all that you need?

Christmas.

Family gathered near.

Jesus, a baby born a Savior to die.

A heart that is tender.

A gift given and accepted.

A miracle by God's design.

That is all that you need.

I pray that each of you remembers the true meaning of Christmas this year.

I can't believe that the leaves are already changing color.  Fall is one of my favorite times of year because of the beautiful colors.  We have such a creative God. 

Color

Fall leaves, sunsets, flowers,

Color all around.

Birds, sunrises, rainbows,

Beautiful colors abound.

Look to the seas,

Only water around?

Bright blues, oranges, greens,

On fish and plant found.

See in the air,

More colors to astound.

Birds of many shades

There can be found.

Study the planets

More to be found.

Red, blue, green, brown,

Colors again abound.

Color, color everywhere.

God has a way to astound.

Yesterday in church we learned about Jesus' prayer in John 17.  One sentence that the pastor said just inspired me to write this short poem. 

Jesus Prayed

Jesus prayed for me

long, long ago.

Jesus prayed for you

long, long ago.

Jesus prayed for us all

long, long ago.

He prayed for our protection

long, long ago.

He prayed for our unity

long, long ago.

He prayed for our salvation

long, long ago.

Jesus knew you and me

long, long ago.

Jesus loved you and me

long, long ago.

Jesus loves you and me

long ago and forevermore.

You hold me

Though I stumble and fall -

You hold me.

Through the tears and the pain -

You hold me.

Through the times of despair -

You hold me.

You hold me.

You hold me.

Oh Lord, You hold me.

When I feel lost and alone -

You hold me.

I can’t make it alone –

You hold me.

In good times and bad –

You hold me.

You hold me.

You hold me.

Oh Lord, You hold me.

It was quite sometime ago that I wrote this poem, but I happened upon it today.  It can be applied to many different circumstances.  Hope you enjoy it.

Our Trip to the Zoo

Our trip to the zoo,

A special gift from Josh,

We had tickets because of you.

I wish you could be with us.

I could almost see you there,

Marveling at the animals,

Roaring like the lions,

Hopping like the frogs.

I could almost hear you fighting

As we traveled along,

“He started it, mom”,

“I didn’t do anything wrong”.

I found myself looking for you

At every corner we turned.

I stopped to catch a glimpse of you,

When I heard your name called.

The elephants, the zebras, the giraffes

Were all there.

But someone was missing,

A child with a head of blonde hair.

This morning I recieved an email from my brother.  He included a poem (I'm not sure if he wrote it) about my son Joshua.  I thought is was beautiful, so I wanted to share it with you all.  My brother is currently serving in Iraq.  I have not seen him since Christmas. 

Today I read again that we are to praise God in all circumstances.  This is really hard for me right now.  I can praise Him, but praise Him for this.  Thank Him for this, I am not there yet.  Yes, I trust you Lord.  I don’t understand.  I have gone through trials before, but nothing like this.  This is by far the most difficult experience I have ever gone through.  My heart still feels broken, my days seem endless, my arms feel empty.  I know that You will help me through this pain.  I know that You will be there for me through everything.  But right now the hurt is so deep. 

Broken Hearted Praise

I don’t understand this pain.

My heart is broken,

My arms are empty,

My little boy has died.

Why must I walk this path?

Few have walked it before.

It is a dark and lonely path.

No one seems to understand.

I remember the good times,

The laughter, and games, the hugs, and cheer.

I remember the bad times,

The tears, and fights with brothers and sister.

Who can understand this pain?

Who can heal this broken heart?

Who can fill my arms again with joy?

Only You Lord, only You.

Walk with me dear Lord.

You have walked this path before.

You will light the way.

You do understand.

My Treasure Hunter

A walk along the beach,

So much to be behold.

A rock, or a shell,

A treasure to hold.

A walk through the park,

Adventure abounds.

A feather, a bug,

A treasure found.

In the backyard,

In the garden, or wood.

Just open your eyes

As a child would.

The treasures are there,

Around you still.

Open your eyes

As only a child will.

Become like a child,

Your heart to behold.

The greatest treasure.

It cannot be bought or sold.

It is freely given,

A gift from above.

Through this treasure,

God  shows us such love.

Salvation for all

A gift for each one.

Jesus the Christ

The only begotten son.

Open your heart,

Let Him come in.

This treasure is yours

It is now time to begin.

Written in memory of my son Joshua, who died on June 27th, and lives now in heaven with my Lord, Jesus.