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I’ve been told, I deserve so much,
for the work I've done, for the lives I touch.
I would like to say, my dear friend,
what I deserve, is a bitter end!
I have hated, I have snapped,
people I love, I have slapped.
I have lied, I’ve also cheated,
believe it not, I have mistreated.
I have envied, I have stolen,
and many promises, I have broken.
I’ve been selfish, and I’ve been greedy,
too many times, I have been a bit sneaky!
I’ve wrongfully punished; and wrongfully accused,
plus for my own gain, I have spitefully used!
I've been so angry, as a sailor I've cursed,
to be brutally honest, I have done much worse!
I’ve been encumbered, I’ve been a drunk
oh yes, my life was so full of junk!
Even though I knew that it was wrong,
all these things, I did to belong!
If you just met me, you’re probably in shock,
but in a sinful nature, yes, I sure did walk!
Then I met Jesus, I heard his good news,
and how for my sins, he was bruised!
how from the beginning, his love ran deep,
and for my own heart he did weep
For every wrong that I ever did,
he shed his blood, my sins he hid!
Now, I'm FREE; ACCEPTED; and thoroughly WASHED,
and that mean ole’ devil, is surly squashed!
Now he can’t touch me with a 10 foot pole,
for it is written, on God’s holy scroll!
God says, I’m FAVORED and TRULY BLESSED,
Because faith in Jesus, I CONFESSED!
In my spirit, I have been CHANGED.
And in his RIGHTEOUSNESS, I'm REARRANGED!
Now, this might sound too good to be true,
But that’s the GOSPEL, for me and you!
You still say, we get what we deserve,
Well, I thank you JESUS, for grading on the curve!
Stacey Brown 2-7-14
Selfish pride and bitter feelings,
Tangled up in Satan’s dealings!
Alienation is just simply ruthless,
And will make one feel utterly useless.
When the vulnerable are left alone,
Their grief and anguish will cause them to moan!
Darkness becomes the abandon’s ark;
Fear and torment begins to embark!
The heart that lies within all men,
Needs true forgiveness now and then!
Apologies and gracious surrounding,
Will save a man from a senseless drowning!
Grace and love: Christ is our example,
in each one of us, we have ample!
His lovely wife is named Heaven
She scolds him seventy times seven
Yet, Big Joe just never really cared
In Heaven he lives happily, hearing impaired!
Stacey Brown 2-6-14
Dr. Ram Mehta contest
Husbands are in heaven
whose wives scold not
Your kiss from heaven caressed my cheek.
It made me feel safe, yet a little weak!
Confusing thoughts ran through my head.
Is this for real, or just misread?
With the Risen Son, they claim I’m new!
But in my mind, I cannot construe!
I’m not standing on a small hill.
I’m still climbing, I just can’t be still.
That little hill became a mountain.
In my heart I cry out, shout’in!
“If the Risen Son has made me new:
Then why am I so sad and blue?
In the dawn of day, I just can’t see.
The dark of night won’t let me be!
This parched ground makes me athirst.
From whence will water be dispersed"?
With the Risen Son, newness falls!
And with it profound wisdom calls!
Your kiss from heaven is slowly fading.
In my mind, Satan is indeed raiding!
Oh my goodness what can I do?
I think I heard, spend time with you?
I just don’t have much more to lose.
I guess my bible I will use!
Many years, have since passed by.
But that kiss, still makes me sigh!
O’ that kiss, that touched my cheek:
Made me strong and not weak!
Because of it, inspiration grew!
With the Risen Son, can I be new?
I know from heaven your kiss came.
And with it, you took all my shame!
I gave nothing in return
Yet, for my heart, you did yearn!
In the Risen Son, I believe I’m new!
Could this really be my point of view?
Yes Yeshua, you have made me new!
Your kiss from heaven pulled me through!
You gave me strength within my soul.
In my life, I give you control!
I am now your devoted wife!
Jehovah, your kiss changed my life!
It was a typical day, in late December.
The sun was shining, as a burning ember.
The hustle and bustle of Christmas cheer.
To all the chaos, I chose to adhere!
Just as many of those days before.
I hit it running, with chores galore!
The hospital was to be my first stop.
A small gift for you, I found in the shop.
To your room, I eagerly went.
A moment with you, time I spent.
It wasn’t like the previous days.
It seemed as though, you were in a haze!
The doves were prancing, on the window sill.
We watched for a second, as time stood still!
I cherish those minutes, when I combed your hair.
And rubbing your feet, and our time in prayer!
Could I have known, what was soon to come?
Why didn’t I see, was I that dumb?
With limited time, and many things to do:
I gently kissed your head, and blew right through!
I should have realized- yes, I should have known.
That you were preparing, for your journey home!
I remember well, that day your last breath was drawn.
It’s been nearly nine years, since you have been gone!
If I could go back and change that day:
With you mom, I would definitely stay!
I would softly whisper in your ear.
And I would make it very clear!
The time we shared, was not a waste.
You gave me life, and I embraced!
Today is your birthday and dad is here.
And to your memory we do endear!
You left a legacy, your sweet love.
and of it we do speak thereof!
The day you left took me by surprise,
You are now, an angel in my eyes!
An Angel In My Eyes
Mary was a virgin girl:
With big dreams and aspirations!
An angel came to visit her:
With honor and salutations!
Troubled by his sayings:
She did not know what to think!
The angel said to Mary:
My dear, no need to shrink!
Mary you are favored,
Blessed among all women!
Ye shall bring forth a child:
A Son whom God is given!
You shall call his name JESUS!
To his kingdom there’s no end!
He will reign forever:
And from heaven he will descend!
Mary said to the angel,
How shall this come to be?
I have not known a man,
And with that he did agree!
With God’s nothing impossible,
So Mary did reply:
Behold I am God’s servant,
And his will I won’t deny!
To be so compliant;
Is just amazing in itself!
The disgrace of an unwed mother:
Could knock Mary off the shelf!
Her fiancé’ may leave her;
And her family may disown!
But Mary did not worry:
About who may cast a stone!
Seeing that she was chosen:
One might think her life was smooth.
But oh’ the lovely Mary:
Needed God to gently soothe!
From the birth of our Lord Jesus:
To the time he was crucified:
Her journey was very bumpy:
And many tears she softly cried!
Starting with a quest:
From Nazareth to Bethlehem!
A summons to pay taxes,
They set out, both of them! (Joseph and Mary)
Now Mary was great with child,
And her time would soon arrive.
With no place to deliver,
They would both have to contrive!
In a barn full of animals,
Hay, dung and fears!
Mary will now give birth,
In blood, sweat and tears!
Meanwhile, in a pasture,
Where some shepherds work a field!
Angel’s came a calling,
And our Savior is revealed!
Glory to God in the highest:
Angel’s sang, when baby breathed:
On earth, is peace, goodwill towards men!
The shepherds now perceived!
The angel’s ascend to heaven,
Yonder the shepherds go:
In her heart Mary pondered:
Of the things which God did show!
Just try to imagine:
Laying your baby in a trough?
And then fearing for his life,
While the king prowls and scoffs!
Well that is just what Mary did:
In that time and place:
When they had to run:
For baby Jesus, King Herod chased!
A king to rule over him:
He would not accept!
He killed every baby child:
As their mother’s wept!
I just cannot fathom:
What Mary must have felt.
Joy for her baby:
Yet, with grief she must have dealt!
Traveling home from Jerusalem:
After feast and celebration!
Mary lost her precious boy:
She could not find his location!
When he was discovered,
Frantic she did ask:
Son why did you leave us?
In sorrow we did bask
Every mother has known:
The fear of losing a child!
Mary was no different:
For three days her fear compiled!
I am sure there was weeping:
Praying with despair!
While Joseph tried to calm her:
With love and tender care!
She couldn’t apprehend:
What his life would turn out to be.
But, Mary as his mother:
Felt free to go and see!
She followed with his brothers:
And listen to him speak!
He spoke about family:
His family, he did critique!
Sisters and brothers:
And mothers we also see!
Are not bound together:
By a family tree!
From our Father in heaven;
Families are made!
Now, did Mary understand?
The price she had paid!
Mary’s little boy,
Was no longer her own!
He belongs to the people:
And as kin he is known!
Gripping at her heart strings:
Affliction had to arise:
As a mother of a son,
That might feel like my demise!
News of his capture:
Must have brought a scare!
How did Mary deal?
Did she run straight there?
When Jesus was beaten:
Did she watch all alone?
How did she refrain?
As he was whipped to the bone!
A crown of thorns:
They pressed upon his head!
He was dripping in blood:
His flesh was bright red!
Nails were deeply driven:
Through his hands and feet!
Crying out he said:
My God, why so discrete?
She stood by the cross:
And watch her baby die!
She pondered in her heart:
For the reason why!
Is it worth it?
Did Mary dare to ask?
For the love of God:
She must complete her task!
Yet, it pleased the Father:
For him to suffer!
To give his life:
To shed his blood:
Would only prove our WONDER!
JESUS gave it all:
Our sins to cover!
As my heart is wrenching:
I can’t help but wonder!
Did Mary even hear?
Those sounds of thunder!
The earth was shaking:
The rocks did rent!
The veil was torn:
And Mercy was sent!
With a broken heart:
Tear filled eyes!
Could Mary see?
Where his love lies!
Her baby boy:
Who brought some travail!
In the end:
Did definitely prevail!
Mary was chosen:
And highly favored!
And for our God,
She willingly labored!
She had troubles:
Plus sorrow and grief:
Yet, she pondered God’s word:
This fought off the thief!
The wonder of this woman:
Is most definitely overt!
And your wonder is also:
So please let me assert!
Three short days later!
And so did your favor!
God loves his creation:
A plan he has made!
He is not partial:
Nor, will he invade!
He leaves it to us:
To trust in his name:
So just like Mary:
Let his will take aim!
Now, ponder his word:
For it is real clear!
In Jesus we’re blessed:
Favored and dear!
We also have purpose:
Just like the Virgin Mary!
It is to share Jesus:
WONDERFUL WOMEN; don’t tarry!
No one can go to the Father:
Except through the Son!
And God uses his children:
To get the job done:
So if you refuse,
To share his love!
The world won’t know:
This Rock from above!
He is personal:
Yet, he is for all!
Proclaim his love:
It’s your curtain call!
Go into all the world:
And share his good news!
Mary’s child has risen:
It’s your turn to choose!
Oh’ poor Mr. Brown
His heaven, is the bar downtown
At home he wished it be
But much scolding, endures he.
Stacey Brown 2-5-14
Is God real, I just don’t know?
Is sure to show!
O’ how this doubt, does couple fear:
A trickling tear!
Take a chance, get control:
Bless his name,
Oh my soul.
Doubt that doubt:
Trust your faith,
In his love, simply bathe!
Write with your heart contest
Doubt that doubt before you doubt your faith
The suns in dropping, the drapes are drawn.
The table is set, candles burn on.
Anxiously she waits, for her handsome prince.
Sitting on the curb, excited and tense!
She gazes, at the apartment’s entry.
She dreams of their life, and love of plenty.
As he approaches this grand estate:
In his sight, is his sexy soul mate!
Raptured by her astonishing beauty:
His kiss of love, comes not by duty!
The laundry is piled, mountain high.
Kids are fighting, and suppers nigh.
Grocery shopping was put on hold.
Oh’ this routine, is getting real old!
Tired and dirty, he walks through the door.
Stepping on toys that are left on the floor!
He says; “honey I’m home, what’s for dinner?
I sure am hungry; I hope it’s a winner”!
She glares at him, as if in disgust.
Let’s take out, because tonight I’m crushed!
Back to two…..
Kids are now grown, and fear sets in.
Where is that girl, and boy of then?
She’s striving hard, to break her mold.
In her writings, her heart is told!
After toiling, yet another day:
Honey, I’m home, he just can’t say!
Totally burned out, and just ready to doze:
A life of fishing, he does quickly propose!
Gently her lips caress his cheek.
Then fear does vanish, love unique!
To be continued (God Willing)....
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