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autumn love embarks;
subtle winds prepare a smile
to welcome joy.
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Share a smile
with friends while near
a pile of pooh.
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Johnny Joe is a one man show
For all the world to see.
He waives his wands And sings his songs
For smiles from you and me.
One day Johnny looked at his bunny
And it no longer seemed all that funny
So with one last joke and a poof of smoke,
Johnny Joe’s an invisible show.
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His Dad had been fighting for years.
Never knowing when to take up arms,
But always needing to be prepared for war.
The pain would begin slowly,
Only then to accelerate into mass fury.
Small heart attacks had become frequent battles.
It may have been arrogant on his part,
But he believed if the big one hit,
His presence could be his Dads safe net.
He found himself spending more evenings at home.
And on the night it happened he was there,
Watching Dateline on the couch a mere ten feet away.
He yelled for Mom while grabbing the aspirin.
There was no use, it happened too fast.
His Dads body lay limp, and the war was done.
Watching his Dad pass will not haunt him.
For he knows his presence brought serenity,
He has far too many good memories to allow distress.
His Dad is now with Jesus.
The battles are no more,
Praise God.
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Childhood dreams lost in my mind,
A fairy tale life I struggle to find.
The Truth, the Life, the Way,
I cannot choose today.
We dream and scheme to plan our lives,
Not hearing the true desires inside.
We See it, Feel it, and challenge its honesty,
Must every mile be filled with voracity?
You think you know me, you think we’re close;
While even me, in myself I cannot boast.
This life in my mind is quite an odd story,
How selfish am I to not accept glory?
The questions of life I can’t comprehend,
My Jesus; my god; who shall transcend?
I am overwhelmed from dusk till dawn,
Potential life will soon be gone.
The truth is present, the answer is near,
Jesus will lead me and make it all clear.
Childhood dreams now fresh in my mind,
A fairy tale life I one day will find.
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Alone.
Lying on rusty springs in the dry cold of an old home.
This corner of Minnesota has little to say about who I am,
Other than the emptiness of my life.
God speaks to me everyday.
I listen when I feel like it.
Life is roses, I don’t need God.
Pedals fall, I run from Him.
I know little of Christ’s fulfillment.
Today I want nothing of this Life.
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Today I enter a world unknown; one of struggle, pain, and fear.
Windows to my soul witness sin’s grasp on humanity.
Through Christ, my God, calling must prevail.
Blessings cast across life; generations of Christian men precede me.
Twenty-two years prepare my heart for a life of worship.
Through Christ, my God, calling must prevail.
Faith conquers reservation; with God alone, self can thrive.
Beauty will be realized as I walk toward hopeful daylight.
Through Christ, my God, calling must prevail.
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Family display of happiness in Christ,
Grandparents; parents; brothers; sisters.
If faith in Christ were hereditary,
Life itself would become second in nature.
He read all the Bible stories,
Their luster steadily dissolved
Through weekly pulpit threats.
This only pressured the rebellion.
He surrendered to a new god,
Temporary aid for his enduring battle.
Four months and sixteen Friday nights later,
The grip of alcohol was all he knew.
Each time he raised the bottle,
His mind wandered back home.
Home to a usually joyful family.
He knew he was responsible for their agony.
Several bottles flooded with tears that night,
Wanting desperately for Christ to intervene.
Believing he had grown too distant,
He raised his chin, tightening the rope.
He could have lived like his family,
All the joys of this life and eternity.
But sin clenched relentlessly as he allowed
Potential life to fade away.
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