Time For Bed
Its 9 o'clock, time for bed,
Time to rest that sleepy head.
You've played hard, had your fun,
But now the day is all but done.
Close your eyes, go to sleep,
Say your prayers for God to keep.
Snuggle up close to my chest.
Go off my son to a peaceful rest.
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Dream of things that thrill your mind,
Find the treasures that are yours to find.
Rest my son in all your glory,
Live out your favorite story.
For soon morning will come your way,
And you'll be set for a bright new day.
Its 9 o'clock, time for bed.
Time to rest that sleepy head.
Know I’ll be here when you wake,
Watching every breath you take.
Counting blessing bestowed on me,
Like this beautiful child that I see.
You’re my life, my greatest joy,
All wrapped up in this precious boy.
So rest my son, snuggle in deep,
Pray to God for your soul to keep.
Reflections of the whitest white
Purest seasons mirror light
Madonna and a virgin night
For us, her soul took flight!
Winter sings its showy cold.
Hatred shivers its chilly hold.
Flowers await truth’s unfold.
Sunlight glistens gold.
Gathered mob in one accord,
Crucified God’s son adored.
Judgers joined in hate, abhorred.
Shackle the sweetness of our Lord.
A Savior born in Bethlehem
A carpenter’s boy waxed strong back then.
The Son of God cried out to men
Forgive. God loves. Be like Him.
That cold winter passed away.
Spring’s Passover stole life…oh, day.
Resurrection brought an eternal stay.
The Truth…a love filled way.
Freed from anger, hate looses wrath.
Cleansed by truth and Salvation’s bath.
Remember the strength that the Savior hath.
We, like Him must follow love’s path.
© February 15, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
1 : Thank-YOU for YOUR LOVE 2 : I, YOUR Faithful Liege
Great Blessings, I have received Folded hands, on bended knee
I, YOUR Faithful Liege Worship from my Soul
3 : Worship from my Soul 4 : His Son, Who’s Risen
The Gift, Everlasting Life His Precious SON : Salvation
His SON who’s Risen Lamb Among Lions
5 : Lamb among Lions 6 : His Throne : FOREVER
Ascending to the Father Glory of ETERNITY
His Throne : FOREVER Thank-YOU for YOUR LOVE
Inspired By (My) Sweetheart of Poetry Soup’s Contest “ SOUL SPEAKS SENRYU “
Dedicated To “ The FATHER, SON, and HOLY SPIRIT “
Author’s Note : I Believe YOU can read this Horizontally Also
Feeling free as an uncaught Christmas goose,
I left on a Valentine's Day with a Dear Bruce
Letter and a tie. Wonder why he kept it for years.
There were tears I took his children, but when he
Finally found me, he threatened to cut me to pieces.
I drove in a blizzard from Tennesee to Colorado.
From my Dad and my friends I got a big Bravo.
I ran out of gas half way there. A policeman helped
Me as did my friends to get me the money. Not funny.
Had three kids, clothes, dog, cat and a bird. Absurb!
Two months later at work I found my true love.
Must have been Heaven sent from our Lord above.
For he didn't date women with kids and I had three.
He raised them after three years dating-God bless thee.
Now we have grandchildren, five of them, one adopted.
He's opted to call my son Dad, as does my son calls Larry.
When I first met him, his face was handsome and hairy.
To him, the three kids were scary, but all came to be.
And now we are all one healthy and happy family.
As it's now white, Larry's shaved off his beard.
Every time I look into your eyes it's so hard to decide. I don't know what I see there
anymore it use to be easy because there was nothing there so see because the love you had
had for me was suddenly empty. Now I'm hearing though that it's coming back and I just
don't understand I'm not feeling that. I know they way it use to feel when you would look
at me and i was the only person that you'd see. But you told me that your love had faded
and that we should break up so there'd be no hatred. I didn't understand at the time you
were my world my soul mate or so I thought. I just don't understand what made you change
your mind because you were with her for a long time. I don't know if I'm suppose to be
you're rebound or if you truly believe your soulmate in me you found. i don't understand
if it's just for our son be because if it is this battle will not be won. I thought that
we both realized how different we were which was why you decided to be with her. I
believe you need to try and figure this out because it's not just my heart we are talking
about. Our son is older now and he understands this time you will have both our hearts
laid on your hands
Hello--My good son Wisp; Hello~
You are such a handsome fellow
And your manner is quite mellow
Watching Willow dressed in yellow:
As the musician plays the cello,
To its tunes, you both gently sway --
And crooners began to bellow
Hello--My good son Wisp~ Hello
You are such a lucky fellow
Smoothly prancing with her that way
Swing and sway with your young Willow
As emerald dreams your pillow, sprays
Genteel laughter teases your marrow
Promises made for the next day,
When true love shall have its own way
You are such a handsome fellow
Lift away sweet Willows sorrows…
A1-A2-b-a-b-a-A1, a-a-b-a-b-a-A2, a-b-A2-A1.
Then Cronus, son of Heaven and Earth
accepted steel and cut the twain
Dead Earth descended low in sterile regions
of the sundr'd Soul
And a cry went up from mortal'd man -
"Great one what hast thou done to us?"
A part of time is cut in twain
repeating o'er and o'er the strain
And A begat him B and B begat him C,
and on and on
The boredom of the turning ball the reaching out
the anguish'd call -
"Great Cronus Son of Heav'n and Earth
why hast thou done this thing to us?"l
The Man you seek is in His Father’s house. He is Jesus Christ, the Son of God…
The Son of God has felt our pain,
The blood He shed was not in vain.
Christ knew our fears, the tears we’d cry;
And He comforts us when we draw nigh.
He provides for us in time of need…
We do not have to beg or plead.
His example leads in how to live,
Teaches how to love and to forgive.
His abiding Word feeds our souls,
And brings lost sheep into His fold.
Through prayer, He taught us how to pray.
In Matthew 5, He shows the way.
Christ, seated on His Father’s right,
Will soon return like a thief in the night
and take us to mansions in Heaven above,
Where forever we’ll praise Him and sing of His love,
Angela Usher
* This is a response sent to me from a dear friend. She wanted me to share with you if possible.