Husband Patriotic Poems | Husband Poems About Patriotic
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Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013
As sin and perversion often
So many lives and families
are being “disintegrated.”
Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force…
It’s no wonder much of this country
is way “off course.”
The morality and values that once made a great nation.
Are evaporating…. Leading to a
Love, honor, and respect of God…
Is often a “thing of the past.”
Anything of God seems to be
God is our only hope! And him alone!
Only he can bring healing to our broken homes!
He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds!
It’s only God that can meet all of our needs!
He’s our provider… The great: “I am!”
Won’t you reach out to him?
And give him your hand?
Why not give him a chance? And allow him in?
A brand new life for you…
Is waiting to begin!
May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach
down into our hearts…
Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!”
Is a good place to start!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013
The last song before they left
Told a story,
An Irish folk song:
Her love went off to war—
He left her behind.
She dressed in what her father might wear
And “conveyed herself away.”
And the circle of ears—
Strangers’ lobes folding tight
To one another—
Bound to the stranger beside them,
Assured each other
Was always heard the same.
As we sat there, nervous,
Without a hook to a melody,
We strummed to old-world words
That needed time to explain.
But when we began to give up,
Our tweed sleeves scathe
Our forearms and wrists—
We suddenly noticed
These perceived peers surrender to us
Like every guest on Carson.
And as I crossed my legs—
Black dress socks
Sliding down my ankles—
They watched in exult and shame,
All clothed from the same catalog
Of mannequins with fish face lips.
Copyright © Space Cadet | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
You're 3000 mile away
its 6 am
I'm in my own bed
my phone rings
but your voice could wake me from a coma
you're 3000 miles away
and its only 3am
Copyright © rachel blake | Year Posted 2013