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Lola Maria King Poem
This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.
Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.
Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.
You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.
Copyright © Lola Maria King | Year Posted 2006
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Lola Maria King Poem
I think of You late at night.
My thoughts are Yours
in the morning light.
I think of all Your works of art
& feel the trembling
within my heart.
Your majestic hands created light;
divided by dark, equaled night.
You painted splendid skies for me
& poured forth mystic, crystal seas.
You sculptured mountains,
upon high;
for us to climb, my God & I.
You laid the valleys down below,
a place of rest for my wearied soul.
You sowed the grass
to cushion the ground
& sprinkled sweet-fragranced
flowers all around.
You hung two lights up in the sky;
one for day, the other night.
Stars were placed there
by your thoughtful Hand.
The moon still shines
upon the glittering sand.
The sun still shines
with radiance bright,
upon the land;
oh beauteous sight!
Oh heavenly Father,
Your goodness great!
You didn't stop there,
for You'd only begun to create!
You made little winged creatures
for the heavenly skies.
They spread their wings
in wondrous flight.
You mystified the seas
with shimmering fish.
You filled my world
with beauty such as this!
You created animals to fill the land;
then out of dust,
You created man.
You knew he needed a helper
to suit his needs;
so, from one of his ribs,
You created me!
Now, I know my purpose in life
is to help mankind
& lead them to Christ.
To me, You offer Eternity.
To You, I surrender all of me.
Use me as a tool to create
Your future "Master's Peace".
Use me as a brush
to paint Your Masterpiece...
Copyright © Lola Maria King | Year Posted 2007
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Lola Maria King Poem
Once, when my soul cried out in mournful pain;
I believed the Spirit, with me, wept.
When I felt that life was all in vain,
He lifted me from the drowning depth.
Now when flowing tears upon me fall,
and all seems hopeless in this life;
Does He hear my constant wailing call,
when I feel grief’s merciless cutting knife?
Where is my God when I need Him so,
when my soul is wounded and torn apart?
The One Who promised to never forsake nor leave,
does He see me here with bleeding heart?
Like the lonesome howling coyote, my soul does cry
in vain, it seems for peaceful relief.
And as the unfolding years go by,
will I forever be haunted with relentless grief?
Will there be answers which I will someday find?
Will my feet ever be back on the ground?
Unanswered questions riddle my weary mind,
as I feel and see the misery all around.
I was one of faith and considered strong,
but now am weak and a pitiful creature.
What I have become, I have pondered long;
and realize my need of the One True Teacher.
Once again, my howling, mournful wail cries out;
“Oh, God, my Master, hear my plea.
We need Your help, without one single doubt.
We beg for strength to set all pain free...”
Copyright © Lola Maria King | Year Posted 2006
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