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John Hanna Poem
Lord Help Me To Love You
Lord help me to love you each and every day, so I can grow in your love as you guide me on my way, help me to reach out to those hurting like me, so I can lead them to your throne where you can set them free.
I'll go to the highways and cities and compel them to come in, to your house of glory to be filled with love again, I'll reach out to the poor ones, crippled, blind and deaf, to those that are lost and no one cares, and bring them home again.
There's people on the streets and in our prisons too, that had their friends and family say, we don't care about you, but Jesus died for all mankind, the good and bad alike, and those that call on His name were made clean in His sight.
Jesus said if you love me and you want to feed my sheep, then help the poor strangers living on the streets, go to my lost lambs and bring my children home, and reach out to the prisoners so they are not alone.
By John Hanna
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What Does Christmas Mean To Me
Christmas,Christmas,what does it mean to me,It used to mean presents under a decorative green tree. Where Moma and Dad bought presents from the store,
they put them in the garage, closets, and more.
My brothers and sisters would gather all around,singing Christmas carols all through the town. We sing songs about Santa Claus, Rudolph, and
Jingle Bells,White Christmas, and others like, Silver Bells.
There was lots of food for us all to eat,like fruit, deserts, and
yes lots of meat. We even had some of our Aunties sweet treats,we had hot cider, hot chocolate, and other sweet drinks.
But now it's not as important as it used to be, because I met
Jesus who was born to set me free. He is the true reason why
Christmas is here, He brings us hope and sweet grace is near.
He was born in a manger, out in the cold, sent down to earth, and
finished what He was told. There was sheep, cattle, camels and more,
there were Angels Shepherds, for us all to adore, yes He was born to
die for me and you, All He ask is for us to be true.
You ask me what Christmas has meant to me, well it isn't the presents
under the tree, to me it's the Master, Almighty, and Savior these three,
Yes this is what Christ-M-A-S really means to me.
By John Hanna
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Stand, Watch and Pray
No matter what comes our way, we need to stand, watch, and pray, standing on His word everyday, watching out with wisdom, living prayer into our way, we need to stand on His word, watch and pray.
If we stand on the promises that are writing in His word, and hold fast to all of His commands, then we'll be an over comer as the trails come our way, when we stand on His word everyday.
He said to watch and be sober minded and always on alert, for Satan's trying to steal us all away, yes to match the wisdom of a serpent with the meekness of a dove, we need to watch with christian love everyday.
But if I trust my own devices through the trails of any day,
I find it twice as hard to learn His will and walk His perfect way.
So now were praying everyday no matter what comes our way, as we know He always hears us from above, and our communication's blaz'in, as we thank ask and praise Him, always blaz'in with the burning light of love.
By John Hanna
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I'm Looking For A Woman
I'm looking for a woman, yes a woman to love, someone who's sweet and kind, and praises God above, one that I can hold each night to keep her safe and warm, yes I'm looking for a woman, someone to fill my heart.
I know that she is out there, waiting just for me, when I find this woman, my life will be complete, as God brings me a blessing, for the rest of my life, it's when I ask the woman if she will be my wife.
Lord why can't I see, what you have for me, why can't i Hear the things your telling me, you say that she is out there and searching for me, help me Jesus to believe what your showing me.
On the day I truly meet, the woman of my dreams, all my hopes and wishes will finally be complete, then the two of us will become man and wife, and forever more we will praise you the rest of our lives.
By John Hanna
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How God Makes a Woman
How God makes a woman is a mystery to me, He searches the universe, and finds the sweetest things, then He brings them to the mixing bowl and gently puts them in, and as God makes a woman, the secret's only known to Him.
He adds in some secret sauce, a dash or two of sun, a little bit of angels wings and a couple cups of love, He drops in some rainbow to give her eyes that glow,
I said how God makes a woman, only Him and heaven knows.
Her hair is made of pure silk and her teeth from the finest pearls, her skin is made of raindrops from an early morning dew, and her heart is made of pure love from Gods personal thrown, a secret that belongs to Him, and belongs to Him alone.
Her cheeks are made of peaches and her lips from cherries divine, then He sprays her down with fragrances to make a man lose his mind, and now that God has finished the work He started on, He breathes into her the breath of life and she becomes a song.
By John Hanna
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I am asking for your mercy:
I have never been a good father, husband or a friend, I never really listened to the troubles we were in, when you all needed someone to be there for you, I only thought of myself, cause no one else would do.
I am asking for your mercy from your kind sweet heart, to forgive me of my sin that tore our world apart, some day I hope you find it, deep within your heart to allow your love and kindness to rekindle a little spark.
You always tried to warn me that we were falling apart, to get our selves some counseling and relight the fire in our hearts, If I would have listened to what you had to say, we'd still be here together, yes deep in love today.
Why I'd had to wait till all the damage was done, I lost my only family, my wife daughter and son, Jesus I really need you, yes I need you in my life, because my only true family, just drifted out of sight.
By John Hanna
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