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Crimson shades of tattered white, A moonless night yet all is bright.
An ordinary man who had a dream, of impossible things, or so it seemed.
A child bride, a mere servant girl, Carrying a baby that would change the world.
Two relatives startling an unborn son, Only to prove what had actually begun.
A cousin set apart to lead the King’s way, To turn back hearts that have gone astray.
An order to travel to one’s own town, A difficult journey with a belly so round.
They could stay in the stable or so they were told, Each innkeeper said all rooms had been sold.
Shepherds and wise man each brought a gift, To lay at His feet their sins He would lift.
The King of all kings was born in a manger, Humbled and quiet did his parents realize the danger?
A king afraid of losing reign, A baby born to carry the pain.
A spirit of death upon the earth, What man has come with second birth?
A Godly man holds The Christ, Warning Mary that there will be a price.
A prophetess sees God’s Salvation, and spreads the hope to a desperate nation.
A mother pondering all things in her heart, God’s son would bring joy, but first torn apart.
His life lived for only one reason, He’s why we celebrate this Easter season.
A baby born, to live to die, It’s tempting to ask the question why?
His story doesn’t stop at His birth, He died on the cross to give our lives worth.
But our story doesn’t end at His grave, He’s risen again our souls He can save.
So let us bow down our lives to give, We need to die to fully live.
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Broken
Broken hearts torn apart.
Broken dreams, at least it seems.
Broken promise, once sealed by a kiss.
Broken home, now all alone.
Empty eyes, filled with lies.
Empty feeling, gone from stealing.
Empty touch, messed with too much.
Empty mind, now gone blind.
Hopeless romance, No second chance.
Hopeless smile, Only there for a while.
Hopeless hands, Folded to future plans.
Hopeless love, No more from above.
Dying soul, Split, not whole.
Dying child, Once was wild.
Dying man, no ring on his hand.
Dying wife, There’s no more life.
Hope to Reconcile…sit with Jesus for a while.
Hope to love again, If we put away every sin.
Hope to live, If all to Him we give.
Hope to rebuild…Only with Jesus your marriage fulfilled.
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For any woman who has suffered the pain of losing a baby…
“And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive. But better than both is he who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun. Ecclesiastes 4:12
Oh little one, so precious, so new
A life beginning, a body formed
Hopes, dreams, laughter, joy
Thoughts of you to come
Names, names, more names
What would you be called
A baby room, a nursery
Pink, blue, we did not know
Little fingers, little toes
Little diapers, little clothes
Chubby legs, chubby arms
Kissable cheeks, kissable feet
Brown eyes, blue eyes
Tall, short, fat, thin
A writer, a poet
A runner, a gymnast
A snuggle, a cuddle
Asleep, on my chest
Baby lotion, baby powder
Soft skin to touch
Fuzzy hair, no hair
Bald as can be, usually
A story, a song
Rocking, in the chair
A prayer, a verse
Holding you, near
Good news, bad news
Oh, My precious little one
A heartbeat, lost
Silence, so strong
Dreams, shattered
Taken away, vanished
Gone, no more
Taken, to soon
Questions, no answers
Can it really be true
Home, you belong
Not here, There
In His arms
Waiting, for me
To see, to look
Upon Your face
Questions, answered
Only He could give
Someday, sometime
Only in His time
Home, free
With You, I long to be
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Grave Robber
Two bit dime, A tapless shoe dance
Sleezes, low lifes, but cool.
Sing a tune and let them echo your name.
Slam a beer, drag a cancer stick-
lick your thumb pour the salt;
suck down the watermelon shot.
Feels good – just for the night?
No! You’ll be here again –
you’ll never feel the comfort –
in fact, you’re a coward.
You wear other’s clothes,
And you wear other’s feelings;
Where are yours?
Oh – yours are lost –
No! You slowly drank them to numbness,
you cried wolf,
and the god of Justice
let the grave robber’s steal a fortune.
Has sickness, clouded your brain?
Does the cold of judgement hold you tight? – It Does!
Someday you’ll awake –
In the same clothes –
In the same bed –
In the same dream.
And all of them, all the casual drinks –
They will have cost you a lifetime,
left you with nothing…
The hangover will sting –
And gut rot will look straight through
your transparent overtures.
And laughter will be his.
The man you really loved –
who let you play the games
and let you sing the songs –
who let you dance the jig
right out his door.
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“You play games and dance in celebration. All I do is stand beside, because you dance alone.”
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I wear sunglasses – with mirror reflectors.
They reflect the impersonal world.
They use to reflect your face.
If you would only return – I promise, I’ll take them off.
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Broken
Eyes open
Thoughts begin
Let go
Yesterday
Back today
Hopelessness
Struggle in silence
Don’t let anyone in
Failure
Just keep going
Pretending
Everything’s fine
Anger
Rises again
Sadness
If only they knew
Lost
One last time
Broken
Into
P
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C
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S
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You told me you’d forgive me
No matter what I’ve done
You said you knew who I used to be
And what I could become
I shared with you my deepest thoughts
And spoke with brutal honesty
My darkest plans and hidden plots
And what I did in secrecy
My body trembled as I wept
Ashamed to have you look at me
Now so many darkened nights I hadn’t slept
In fear you’d find the unmasked me.
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GOD’S LOVE:
NEVER-ENDING
MERCY-GIVING
FREEDOM-SETTING
TRUTH-DISCOVERING
PEACE-DELIVERING
SIN-FORGIVING
PROMISE-KEEPING
SOUL-SAVING
ALL-CONSUMING
NON-CONDEMING
ALWAYS-LISTENING
PEOPLE-SEEKING
PRAYER-RECEIVING
FAITH-ACCEPTING
HOPE-FULFILLING
LIGHT-SHINING
SAINT-REDEEMING
LAW-ABIDING
ALWAYS-TEACHING
PURE-REJOICING
EVER-PRAISING
AND PROCLAIMING
THE UNCONDITIONAL,
EVERLASTING
LOVE OF GOD
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