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Warm mud between toes
Red Oklahoma shoreline
Summer on the lake
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2009
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What if our Easter Sunday was Holy Spirit led?
What if in place of colored eggs, lost souls were sought instead?
Instead of hurried egg hunts, we’d hurry to Christ’s grave
Rejoice to find it empty, and shout within the cave
What if crimson spotted robes replaced our light pastels?
And thorns were thought more beautiful than eggs with painted shells?
We’d tie our aprons at our waists and wash each other’s feet
A sponge of vinegar we’d taste, instead of chocolate treats
What if the fluffy bunnies moved over for the Lamb?
And recognized the Prince of Peace, the King, the great I Am?
Instead of Easter baskets, our hearts would overflow
With kindness and concern for those we do and do not know
A prize egg fat with silver coins would lose its mass appeal
For Jesus is the Risen Christ, and all before Him kneel
Father, Teacher, Son of Man, Redeemer, Risen Lord
Master, Savior, Son of God, Christ will not be ignored!
So as we dye our hard boiled eggs, and tie our pretty bows
Let us remember Jesus Christ, from whom all blessings flow
Ours is life washed free from sin, for Jesus paid the price
He died to rise on Easter morn, our living sacrifice
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2009
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Soft sprinkling shower
Paper rustling in the sky
A gift is unwrapped
Quiet is the grass
Awaiting relief that comes
One drop at a time
The sky grinds his teeth
He unleashes a wild roar
His clouds churn with wrath
Ice rocks hit tin roofs
Ammunition from the sky
Rings through the air
The storm sings to me
A love song of cracks and booms
My favorite kind
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2009
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Your breath steals my own
Warm toes curl inside new boots
Falling leaves won't tell
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2009
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Is She the One?
Is she the one who brushed my side, soft as an angel’s wing?
Her face flushed with the beauty only innocence can bring
The sweet smile dancing on her lips somehow became my own
As our eyes met with pleasure, sending thrills I’d never known
How swiftly my smile faded as she hastily walked on
Without a second glance, she turned the corner and was gone
How could she steal my very heart, when I stole not one kiss?
I let the tears fall that I’d saved for such a time as this
Reaching for my handkerchief to wipe my blurring eyes
My fumbling fingers faltered and confronted a surprise
My heart was not the only object plucked by supple hand
My wallet also disappeared; my ambush she had planned
I never will forget her face, it’s etched within my mind
I vowed no rest until this evil temptress I did find
Is she the one? Officer asked, quite doubtful at the sight
I smiled at her behind the glass, “Oh, she’s the one, alright.”
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2010
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Carving a place into your earth
Calling it our own
We boast self-reliance
Yet search for you upon earthly faces
Comparing their eyes to your sea, your stars, your sky
Desiring for your earth to kiss us back
To hold us gently
Until we fall heavily
Into your arms
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2008
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My son stands up strong, and as brave as he can
Inside the gap somewhere between boy and man
How my heart weakens inside of my chest
When I tuck him in gently at nightfall to rest
I watch him now sleeping deep in the night
My eyes brim with tears that I can’t seem to fight
Reaching under his pillow, I feel little men
Breathing sighs of relief I tiptoe out again
Little men guard the innocence of my child’s heart
I take comfort in knowing toys still play a part
Within a boy’s world, always moving so fast
Where the wide eyes of youthfulness don’t seem to last
Lord, give me courage to face the day’s dawn
When my fingers discover the little men gone
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2008
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Hope is just a page away
Within your living word
My eyes absorb your counsel
In each line, your voice is heard
The breath of life to every soul
I hold in earthly hand
I learn of prophets and of kings
And of Salvation’s plan
Written by the hand of God
My source of daily bread
Illustrated by God’s son
When for my sins, He bled
Let every word leap from the page
Into my heart of clay
That I may hide each one within
And find you, day by day
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2008
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Peace in the valley
Peace in my soul
Peace in this world, spinning out of control
Peace in the family
Peace between men
Peace breathing out; peace breathing in
Peace as I’m living
Peace as I die
Peace, fill my heart and each tear that I cry
Peace, pull me closer
Peace, ease my fear
Peace, make my pathways and skies remain clear
Peace unlike man gives
Peace from the King
Peace of my Savior, to whom I will cling
Peace, close my eyelids
Peace, bring me rest
Peace of mind, Jesus; my humble request
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2008
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A longing churns within my soul
A hunger unfulfilled
I smash the crystal hourglass
The sands of time are spilled
I dip my toes into the sand
My eyes begin to burn
I wipe a hot escaping tear
As memories return
I try to drag them back with me
Into the here and now
But they embody youthfulness
And I’ve forgotten how
I used to measure happiness
By counting every kiss
Collecting pictures in my mind
For such a time as this
But as my thoughts seek treasure deep
Within the mounting sand
My soul is busy stringing pearls
Unearthed by Wisdom’s hand
Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2008
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