The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
So warm and soft and sweet and true
A blessing like I never knew
Worth every ounce of pain and fear
Each heartfelt doubt and wondering tear
Can I be what she deserves?
Are my virtues fit to serve?
Each question harder than the last
All faded now into the past
I gaze upon her perfect face
Full of beauty, peace and grace
A life that’s only just begun
Shining brighter than the sun
My heart has swelled beyond extreme
An ever loving living dream
Gratitude and hope abound
Heaven sought and Glory found
Strength and courage multiply
Seeing through Love’s own true eye
The greatest joy I’ve ever known
A miracle to call my own
If I were to work a miracle I know what it would be
In selfish quest I'd ask to grow in someone's company
Then we could prosper sharing precious moments in life
If I could have the same children, I'd pray she would be my wife
I would treasure the ground she walks on, in joyous harmony
For before I requested this miracle, she opened my eyes to see
Many things we share, architecture and music are two
There's history and geography, she says binds me and you
But it's the music that cements us, especially with Queen
If I were to work a miracle, then this would be my dream
The tragedy of a Miracle started today
Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away
Of all the tragedies in the history of man
This is one I try to grasp, but never can
For some reason I find it impossible to see
We crucified the greatest man in our history
Through all of the gain and all of the loss
It was a predestined coin man had to toss
I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day
He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way
Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds
As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head
While nailed to the cross he had one final goal
Through the mercy of love he saved another soul
He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died
Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried?
As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb
To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb
And from inside that womb salvation was born
For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn
This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts
The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts
Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be
Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free
Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find
It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind
I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away
Facing several years that I would have to pay
Up inside of that cell I made my own decree
A true miracle was taking place inside of me
I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it
In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet
I learned there is only one way to truly be free
Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me”
And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb
We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb
Two teachers were given this precious gift, with your guiding hands.
One daughter they named Mali and she has all your lesson plans.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised.
This gauntlet that was posed and run is a testament of their praise.
They have surmounted each obstacle and hurdle that was made.
With fear and doubt they have fought so, she won't be dismayed.
Lets pray, a long life for this child, breathing this earths fresh air
Creating a deafening echo from all of us repeating the same prayer
I'm seeking a miracle for two teachers, a parents simple request
Mali wins life after BMT, defeating Hurlers Syndrome, is my request
That these two children grow together to live a long and happy life
Would be Grandpa's wish for his Christmas, in this world of strife
The sky is black like the night No moon no stars no guiding light The wind
is screaming Holding back the sun`s beaming The clouds are sobbing tears
from the sky Eyes look to the heavens asking the question why Suddenly a
shaft of light blinding all that see Clearing the blackness of a world of what
could be A ray of sunshine now envelops the land Telling all being alive is
Oh "Great Spirit" hear my words of truth and prayer
Long life for this child, breathing the earths fresh air
Teachers were given this precious gift, from your guiding hands
My grand-daughter they named Mali, who has all the lesson plans
So, that all may learn your lessons and the wisdom of your word,
to her parents you gave choices, instead of following the herd.
To choose the best for Mali, with all the fear and doubt you raised
Is a challenge to the best yet, they completed it unpraised.
They overcame each obstacle and hurdle that you made
With fear and doubt they fought so, she won't be dismayed.
I know life is Yours to give or take, anytime you choose,
with that give her life, on earth, and put mine as a muse.
This world no longer has use of it and I feel its course is run
So let, your child, Mali live the life, that Liam had begun
I see she has much to give this world, that it could surely use
My plea is that her life be renewed, before you must re-cuse
Desert dust devils reign supreme
Swirling in conditions extreme
Dry, cracked river bed yawns wide
Depleted source long denied
Lost to his instinctive traits
He halts to sniff a draught of air
Frenzied digging does then occur
Grubbing for ants, worms or mice?
He digs a deep hole in a trice
Ground darkens to a muddy brown
The scent of water.......his home found.
Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now
Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four
The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend
The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck
I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss
I wish I could have been anything else than this...
Sometimes it doesn’t go the way
You thought it would at all
Sometimes the pieces all line up
Though randomly they fall
Sometimes I guess you’re better off
Just following your heart
Cuz sometimes it can still work out
Though you’re falling apart
When love has gone sour and sour as a burning wound
That is left to heal on its own dear lord
And rhythm has eluded me to the point of utter shame oh lord
Your songs of praise bring me closer
Your faithful words give me hope and
Closer to your sanctuary I come oh lord
Closer to you I come and need you my God
I need you to hear my heart closer
Come and rescue it oh lord
Come cleanse me because I am yours and yours forever
Make me an eternal flame lord
Burning like an immortal soul
For I know you truly
From Genesis to Revelations oh lord
I am your son who you created
I am your servant to serve you for the glories of heaven
I wake everyday dear lord
Knowing that I need your saving grace
From Genesis to Revelations oh lord
You stand in mighty honor
You overcome the enemy with saving grace oh lord
You fight all the wars and battles that face your children
In Exodus you deliver the Israelites oh lord
So that slavery is not their eternal shame
You bring salvation so that there is rejoicing and praise
For your powerful name oh lord of lords
When I kneel down before you
My problems become insignificant oh lord
They become nothing compared to your awesomeness oh lord
The small voice that whispered to Moses was yours
In the burning bush you appeared oh lord
You appeared I shall wait to hear that voice too
I will meditate on your promises oh lord
Promises to heal my heart of hate
Promises to forgive my sins and bring redemption oh lord
Your promises to make me like you merciful God
A beauty in your kingdom I will be oh lord
A lovely Queen to rule in your kingdom.
What you freely give oh lord, when temptation comes
To thrust me from your arms I shall return and repent
Because you make me like an eagle and I shall await
Your heavenly kingdom oh lord
With your ancient wisdom like john your servant, I am amazed
By your revelations because you come to rule oh lord
To rule as king of kings and lord of lords
Alpha and omega, today and forever, hear me lord my prayer
The Miracle of You
By Rick Rucker
On my most ambitious day,
I never expected to be the way I am today,
Instead of being alone, and blue,
I am hopelessly in love with you,
From the chaos of my life,
You let me see the possibilities, rife,
That of living long, and well,
Under your loving spell,
Each time that we meet,
I fall in love with you again, My Sweet,
How can it always feel so new,
Since yesterday, when I last saw you?
I do not know if you somehow erase my mind,
Or does your beauty temporarily strike me blind?
Whatever the cause, I will not seek a cure,
I would have it no other way, I am sure,
To happily give you my all,
To forever be your loving thrall,
For I am sure there is no higher fate,
Than to live with such a magical mate,
As if I truly had a choice,
As if I would raise my voice,
There is nothing else that I can do,
Having experienced The Miracle of You!
All dolled up in Easter dress
Watching through the window glass
At children searching all around
For colored eggs upon the ground
Her spirits high as clouds in sky
Her smile bright with vivid eyes
She lived each moment for the day
Reality was just a play
Not long after her birthday
Devastating news came way
Plagued with cancer from within
A battle that she couldn't win
Doctors guessed how dice would roll
Survival was our only goal
Friends and family joined in prayer
Asking God, her life to spare
Treatment had no good avail
Emotions raised and love tears fell
As little princess slips away
I can't accept her final day
I placed my head upon her chest
And listened to her heart at rest
I held her body close to me
Then opened up my eyes to see
A bearded man with hands of red
Was standing there beside her bed
Bathed in light and love divine
He said he'd come another time
I knew I'd seen a miracle
Not something passed as medical
The latest news of her condition
Was cancer now was in remission
Nineteen years ago to date
That girl is living out her fate
But now instead of Easter best
She's all dolled up in wedding dress
I don’t recognize myself anymore
Greasy hair, grimy nails; I’ve become their whore
Servicing eight or nine men a night
I’ve learned it's better not to try and fight
Too many black eyes and broken ribs
So many punches that I’ll never have kids
All because I answered a newspaper ad
To get a new job, to help my gambling dad
I was kidnapped and sold into slavery
I’ve survived on false hope and bravery
It’ll be a miracle if I ever get free
For they have files on my family
They’ll kill them if I run away
So here I lie on Christmas Day
Getting ass-slapped with a leather belt
And praying in vain, because no one can help
The above lines are Lydia’s story
It would be a miracle to end her whoring
If I had the power I’d set her free
And free every girl in captivity
Any vice is a good device
for reclaiming a man from vice.
A Miracle for Eve (Have you ever seen all three of her beautiful faces before?)
Have you played hide and peak with God before?
He hid behind candy bar aisle in a grocery store
Waiting patiently and quietly for Him to be found
Could only hear a pin drop making a single sound.
There was the time God was in back of a tree
Waiting just for Eve to peek and Him to see
But she was walking real fast and passed by
Missed Him and could hear Eve start to cry.
Even though for Eve outside it had been hot
An angel brought her back to the exact spot
And tree she once passed by looked behind
Guess what!!! God, Eve finally did find.
Eve wanted to see God much and a lot more
So angel took her back to the grocery store
Looked below bottom row and saw God's feet
What a miracle!!! God and Eve again did meet.
James Thomas Horn
Tinsel and glittering childen’s lights mean nothing
To the aged in shop doorways, hungry and sleeping.
Churches filled with strong believers, with smiles
For fellow worshippers, mean nothing, when for miles
Your world is a pushed shop-trolley filled with rags
And you carry all your life in two plastic bags.
Miraculously the glitter could become supper,
The tinsel could change into a warm room upper.
Then the Christmas warmth of the churchgoers strong
And the laughter of the season - could belong
To every one of God’s children
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Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Contest Your Christmas Miracle
In my life I seen a lot of pain
Its not easy staying sane
Full of lost and lots of hate
I created my own fate
Lost every thing in my shame
But I am the only one to blame
Filled up my nose full of cocaine
Over doesed on meth
I came too close to death
Came close to being shot
Nothing like smoking pot
I used all my skills
Took way too many pills
Had a gun to my head
I am glad I am not dead
inside I hurt all the time
But I don't want to buy another dime
I been revived through God and Jesus Christ
I did it once I did it twice
But I came to the end
No more dope my friend
by Rick Rucker
That, from a ugly lump of clay,
You have moulded me today!
That, in what seems like a minute,
You have saved what others would say "Bin it!"
You have saved a wretch like me,
Healed my Heart, set me Free!
We were walking on the sand,
And you slowly took my Hand,
And told me, soft and true,
That I would always be with You!
Your words evaporated my Fears, so frightening,
Like a searing bolt of Lightning!
I couldn't even hide,
How happy You made me feel inside!
I had told You, also true,
That I only wanted to
Live together, build a Life,
With You starring, as my Wife!
And, if you felt the same,
That means I won the Game!
I'll hold my medal made of Rhodium,
Standing on the top step of the podium!
As they keep the crowds at bay,
My song they'll loudly play.
Though it may seem a little stark,
The speakers will blare "MacArthur Park!"
Why would this piece be chosen for me?
It's really simple, don't you see?
I never thought that, again
I could be that Happiest of Men!