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Barbie Mendivil Poem
My Tomorrow Is In God's Hand
Today is gone facing tomorrow,
Will I face happiness or sorrow?
I may not see what lies ahead,
I may not wake up lying in bed!
Material things we just borrow,
If we live to face Tomorrow.
Memories I cherish will last,
Learn but don't dwell on the past.
My past I cannot even change,
A new future God has arranged.
No matter what Tomorrow may be,
My Savior will be there for me.
Worry not what tomorrow bring,
Lift up my voice to God and sing!
For I know within the Son of Man,
Meet me with his unseen hand.
By Barbie Mendivil-RainbowBlessings, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Copyright © Barbie Mendivil | Year Posted 2016
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Barbie Mendivil Poem
The Blood of Jesus
Jesus the Son of the Lamb,
He's my Savior and the "I Am."
His blood flows through me,
From the blood shed on Calvary.
According to his Divine power,
He called me to serve every hour.
It flows through my veins now,
It cleanses me; but I know not how.
It continues to cleanse from sin,
But I must claim it deep within.
With his blood I can Overcome,
From the Lamb,,, God's only Son.
He's the answer you need to know,
He'll wash you as white as snow.
Nothing can cross over the blood,
Thick or thin; Neither clear or mud.
The blood will never loose power,
Never has; Never will at any hour.
The blood is what made me whole,
After I was born again in my soul.
I plead the blood for you in Jesus,
My Savior in whom I put my trust.
The blood is my beginning,
Forever with no ending!
By Barbie Mendivil-RainbowBlessings, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Copyright © Barbie Mendivil | Year Posted 2016
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Barbie Mendivil Poem
Do I Matter?
Tell me; Oh tell me what you see,
I'm not richly clothed; I'm poorly.
I stand at the check out by myself,
I come to get a cake from the shelf.
I have little money not much at all,
I know Jesus hears me when I call.
I may be dirty, and look a bit poor,
But Jesus doesn't love you - more.
He loves us all - just the same,
No respect a person - No game.
Do I matter to you-Please tell me,
Jesus died for my soul on a tree.
I'm not on drugs or on a pill,
I'm not diseased or I'm "Ill"
My bed may be a a shelter or ditch,
I'm honest, and I'm not a snitch.
Would you help me if I ask you ,
Tell me - Do I really matter to you?
Do unto others has you would
have them do unto you,
Tell me now do I matter, Well;
To Jesus Christ ( I Do )
By Barbie Mendivil-RainbowBlessings, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Copyright © Barbie Mendivil | Year Posted 2016
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