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Wasn't this supposed to be one of the happiest days for me?
Why did this happen on this very day?
Was I being punished for something I did or some type of display?

All of these questions entered my mind,
as I lay my heart broken and on the line.

I was hurt to know she would never be there, 
she would never see the sunshine in my son's hair.

She would never see him smile his first smile, 
never would she play with him for a little while.

She would never kiss his face, 
...nor would she share her warm embrace.

As I sat there remembering this pain I was feeling
I had to ask Our Father for his healing.

I sat there on the couch, changing the channel 
when I saw Paul and Jan Crouch. (Evangelists)

I watched in wonder I couldn't believe my eyes,
they praised with their voices,
lifting their hands to the sky.

Their strength how it amazed me,
their smiles filled with grace,

I asked myself many questions like what was the race?

I listened and learned the message they spread, 
it was all about Jesus and what he had said.

Their voices uplifting yet gentle and calm, 
made me realize that I too belong.

I remained on the network, which is TBN,
to praise Our Father along with my friends.

I watched other's on satellite listening to 
pastor's and following Our Lords flight.

After this year of reading and learning God's Word 
I thought I was crazy when I up and heard, 

"You need more for your life so listen to me, 
if you focus and pray I am the Key."

God turned me around in a spin, in a whirl, 
I asked him to change my life to a pearl.

I knew at that moment that I was at peace, 
for my life had been given to Christ Jesus the High Priest!

I don't know where I am going, 
I don't know where I will be, 
but my life is full of joy for he is showing me.

Paul and Jan Crouch continue to thrive, 
giving God's message to people across the sky.

It never goes unnoticed, 
it never goes unseen, 
for God sees ALL and he loves what he sees..........

I HAD NO PLACE TO REST MY HEAD IS ...........

dedicated in loving memory of my Mother Roxie Lee (Bowden) 

Pezzella.  Moms nickname was Mildred. Born January 8, 1922 and died 

November 21, 1982.

It is also dedicated to my son Michael James Carlisle Jr. to whom I am very 

proud of and was worth all four days I was in labor. Born November 21, 1982

the same day my mother died. 




But Mike..........You really did hurt me! Love ya
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