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Rachel Allison Poem
“Love at first sight,” I'd assumed
Was just something people say
Overused, commonplace, nothing but cliche
But the day I saw your smiling face
I knew that it was true
Falling like the summer rain
Now I'm in love with you
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I remember the day you said "Hello"
Kinda pathetic, yeah, I know
But the very first time I saw your eyes
I wished to never say goodbye
And just as suddenly, I knew
Falling like the summer rain
That I'm in love with you
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Clear blue sky on a summer's day
A little too warm but its okay
With you, my love, there's no dismay
Every worry seems to melt away
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Your smile's shining like the sun
Your heart, I dare to hope, is won
I've never felt such joy inside
As when I look into your eyes
I simply can't explain, but I'm
Falling like the summer rain
And I'm in love with you
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It's past my time to be asleep
We finally say goodbye
Our conversations seem so short
It's never enough time
I hope that you can say it too:
I'm falling like the summer rain
Oh, I'm in love with you
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Clear blue sky on a summers day
A little too warm but its okay
With you, my love, there's no dismay
Every worry seems to melt away
They melt away
Copyright © Rachel Allison | Year Posted 2011
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Rachel Allison Poem
We often ask, “If walls could talk
Whatever would they say?”
They've listened to the laughter
They've been witness to the horseplay.
They've heard the sounds of sorrow
They've been there for the rage
They've heard all of the whispers
What we forget with age.
Walls have seen the looks
That we give to each other
They hear the loving teasing
And encouragement so tender
But have they heard the thoughts
Chasing through my mind?
Do they see intentions
With all the actions, twined?
Surely walls would have
A lofty tale to tell
But if they knew our thoughts
Oh, how that tale would swell.
Copyright © Rachel Allison | Year Posted 2011
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Rachel Allison Poem
Love story after love story
Everywhere I go
Will they have a happy ending?
Does he really love her so?
She's locked up in a tower
Oh, however will she live?
Her “mother” doesn't love her
A lonely, little captive.
He's the perfect candidate
Her own personal prince charming
And who cares about his background
Or his attitude, alarming?
She's a picture of true beauty
As she lays upon the ground
But the life that once was hers
Is nowhere to be found.
He's running to her side
And a cry escapes his lips
Perhaps a loving kiss
Would undo this dreadful trick.
She's a peasant in a ball gown
Not your ordinary maid
Princess for an evening?
Who could not resist that trade?
The moment that he saw her
His heart began to pound
Enraptured by her smile
And her shoe left on the ground.
The stories go for miles
It's an ordinary plot
The damsel's in distress
And prince charming saves the lot.
And how do they all start?
What do they always say?
Once upon a time,
In a land far away?
Part 2 -
Well, once upon a time,
In a land far away
A Man was on a cross
for my debt, to pay.
This one's not a story
It's as true as it can be
That Man was on the cross
Condemned unfairly.
For every wrong that I have done
He cried upon that tree
And through His dreadful grief
I was pardoned; set free.
In His perfectness
He died like that for me
When all that I possessed
Was dirty enmity.
And while it was the only way
For life in spite of sin
How could my life have mattered
To a mighty King like Him?
When all that I had ever done
Was nothing but untrue
In His perfect love
He took all that was due.
And in the very light of this
Those stories fade away
Is there love that can compare
to that shown on this day?
It's wholly an example
The love of the Lamb
The love of my God
As His Son became man.
So, tell me now
What would you say
If we modeled our love
In this very same way?
Copyright © Rachel Allison | Year Posted 2011
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Rachel Allison Poem
Tomorrow is another day,
They seem to come and go.
At times they slip away so fast,
But others seem so slow.
Tomorrow; it's a funny thing.
We plan, we worry, we pray,
Yet all the while we forget,
That we are here today.
We seem to spend our days
In worry for tomorrow,
Completely unaware
Of the trouble that we borrow.
And when tomorrow finally comes,
We'll worry about the next.
With this constant trouble,
We're constantly perplexed.
Don't you know, my friend,
Life only comes in days?
We only live them once
We never get replays.
These days, you see, are only
A little chunk of time
And wasting them in worry
Is nothing short of crime.
So when we take the burden
Of tomorrow's load,
Perhaps it is this worry
That quickly makes us old.
But when we focus on today
And do all that we can,
Tomorrow's just another day
To perfect this plan.
And when tomorrow finally comes,
We all will simply be
Prepared to face another day;
More apt to see it's beauty.
Copyright © Rachel Allison | Year Posted 2011
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