Poems

Take One More Look

When you're down and you're out,

And things don't go your way,
When life is a problem and you can't seem to pray,
When there's bitterness, resentment, hatred and shame,
Just say one more prayer - God is calling your name.

If you're under much stress, sorrow, grief, or despair,
When the world's coming down and no one seems to care,
When love has departed, and it is more than you can bare,
Just take one more look - God is standing right there.

When you're just giving up and don't want to go on,
And nothing makes sense there's no joy and no down,
When your burdens are more than you think you can stand,
Then open your eyes - God is holding your hand.

And with Him beside you He'll lighten your way,
Bringing hope to your future with every new day.
All He asks is to listen and watch out for Him there.
And when you're least expecting, He'll answer that prayer.

God's given you this day to be happy and live.
And if you'll accept it, He's much more to give.
Now take one more look at this life that's a chore,
Turn around, walk with Jesus - He's opened the door!

Pass this encouragement on...

Author Unknown

My son came home from school one day, with a smirk upon his face. He'd decided he was smart enough, to put me in my place. "Guess what I learned in Civics Two, that's taught by Mr. Wright? It's all about the laws today, The "Children's Bill of Rights." It says I need not clean my room, don't have to cut my hair. No one can tell me what to think, or speak, or what to wear. I have freedom from religion, and regardless what you say, I don't have to bow my head, and I sure don't have to pray. I can wear earrings if I want, and pierce my tongue & nose. I can read & watch just what I like, and get tattoos from head to toes. And if you ever spank me, I'll charge you with the crime. I'll back up all my charges, with the marks on my behind. Don't you ever touch me, my body's only for my use, not for your hugs and kisses, that's just more child abuse. Don't preach about your morals, like your mama did to you. That's nothing more than mind control, And it's illegal too! Mom, I have these children's rights, so you can't influence me, or I'll call Children's Services Division, better known as C. S. D. " Of course my first instinct was To toss him out the door But the chance to teach a lesson made me think a little more. I mulled it over carefully, I couldn't let this go. A smile crept upon my face, he's messing with a pro. The next day I took him shopping at the local Goodwill Store I told him, "Pick out all you want, there's shirts & pants galore. I've called and checked with C. S. D., who said they didn't care if I bought you K-Mart shoes instead of those Nike Airs. And I've canceled that appointment to take your driver's test. The C. S. D. is unconcerned so I'll decide what's best." I said "No time to stop and eat, or pick up stuff to munch. And tomorrow you can start to learn to make your own sack lunch. Just save that raging appetite, and wait 'til dinner time. We're having liver and onions, a favorite dish of mine." He asked "Can I please rent a movie, To watch on my VCR?" "Sorry, but I sold your TV, for new tires on my car. I also rented out your room, you'll take the couch instead. The C. S. D. requires just a roof above your head. Your clothing won't be trendy now, and I'll choose what we eat. That allowance that you used to get, will buy me something neat. I'm selling off your jet ski, dirt-bike & roller blades. Check out the "Parent's Bill of Rights," It's in effect today! Hey hot shot, are you crying, and why are you on your knees? Are you asking God to help you out, instead of C. S. D.?"Author Unknown

Virginia Greek "Meme" (Prayer Warrior)

80th Birthday

What is a Meme?

A Meme…is a heart of love attached to wisdom;

Given by the Master’s hand,

Bestowed upon a willing heart taken from

Indiana…that settled for a Texas Valley Grande.

Along with Von her sweetie, and four little Greeks,

Meme moved to a valley’s little town,

It had a river with water and a bridge that went up and down.

The four little Greek’s are now all-grown,

They have children and grandchildren of their own.

Each child and grandchild a flower,

a Masterpiece by God’s own Hand.

Arranging Meme’s Special Bouquet….from all

Across God’s magnificent land.

Each-flower a gift, a recipient of love

All being nurtured and seasoned by knowing

their Meme’s love.

Love entrusted to her by a Heavenly Father above

Gathering each flower, beautiful in its own way

Making forever a priceless bouquet…

”Meme’s Bouquet of Love.”

Susan Beth Swain

October 14, 2002

This poem was written for "Meme" Virginia Greek's 80th Birthday

"Meme" or Virginia is one of God's Prayer Warrior's and a mighty one at that!

She is blessed of the Lord and is a walking testimony.

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many - which one would He choose?
Take me, cried the gold one, I'm shiny and bright,
I'm of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine
And I'll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
Here! Here! cried the vessel, I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.

Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I'm sure I'll be happy in Your house to abide.

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
You may use me, dear Master, the wooden bowl said,
But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. There's work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.

Author Unknown

The years have passed so swiftly
Where have they all gone
It seems like only yesterday
That my children were all home

I been in the raging battles
I had worries, tears and strife
I wish it could be better
For the sunset of my life

I wish life could be different
Where all could be so calm
Not talking of the present rage,
World War II or Viet Nam

I wish both peace and happiness
For the World I could see
Before this life is over
And the Sun Sets here for me

I can only pray my family
To Jesus they all turn
And all that I have taught them
Would be their main concern

This world is full of hatred
That takes away the joy
It's all planted by the devil
and the demons he employs

But one day soon I'm leaving
For a place where there's no tears
I will get to meet my Jesus
You know, I've waited too, for years

I will Journey Up Towards Heaven
I will be flying free
On the Good Old Gospel Ship
When the Sun Sets here for me

I'm making ready for my journey
My ticket I do hold
I got it from my Jesus
The night He saved my soul

I did not pay no money
The trip for all is free
Jesus paid my passage
One day at Calvary

He died so that I could ride
That Gospel Ship for free
Sailing towards my Savior
When the Sun Sets here for me

Now wont you come and join me?
A fare's been paid for you
Ask Jesus to forgive you
And you can go there, too

It's a Blessed Gospel Ship you know
Though it's hull is bent and torn
It will be passing this way soon
It might be before the morn

So I'll keep my ticket in my hand
In my heart will be HIS Love
And when the Sun Sets here for me
I'll have Plenty Light above

It wont be long now I think
My sun is sinking low
I can see the Blue Horizon
That is how I can know

I feel closer to My Jesus
Still more closer I want to be
He will Reach out with open Arms
When the Sun Sets here for me

*©Raylene Boggs*~2002

Thanks Raylene for allowing me to publish your poem. .

Lord, I call upon You and upon Your grace.

I ask You if it be possible

for You to heal Claudia.

Although I do not deserve Your favor nor

have I in any way earned the right

to be this bold, I ask You to be merciful.

I ask that of You, because that is the sincere,

humble desire of my heart.

I've heard what You have said, and I

will accept what You send, but I

ask; I inquire of You, would it be

possible You would heal Claudia,

totally setting her free.

Written by "Susie" 2001

I have given you a token of my love;

Your voice, I have blessed.

You have the very breath of life;

For My touch upon thee is true,

For I have given you a token of the healing yet to be.

Be patient My daughter dear,

Thy prayers have been heard

I have given you a blessed voice,

to Be lifted up to Me.

Be patient My lovely daughter,

Your healing is yet to be.

Serve Me and put Me first in Your life

For Your token is your blessed voice

For praises unto Me;

For your healing is yet to be.

Written by Susie

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