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Patricia Morisset Poem
I asked God to show me a glimpse of you through His eyes and He did.
You have so much potential in Him!
That's one thing I wanted you to see... you through God's eyes.
I don't think you understand how I felt and still feel about it.
Only God can show you.
I want you to be who you're called to be... But it's up to you.
I want so much for you.
There's so much more out there for you, but you have to be willing to just take it.
If you say your Father is King of kings... Then BE the prince that your are!
Don't be scared.
Like man have secret agents and bodyguards
We as Christians have our Angels at our disposal and as our secret agents and bodyguards.
I pray that God give you a glimpse of how He sees you...
You through God's eyes...
Copyright © Patricia Morisset | Year Posted 2009
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Patricia Morisset Poem
When I first met you, you didn't care.
Then we got closer & my pain you shared.
I thought I could pour out my soul to you,
but you disguised yourself as my friend.
You only had one thing in mind--him. He was all that mattered.
No matter how you got to him, whether it hurt others, you didn't care.
You were too greedy to see the pain in many people.
You wear that green like you own it.
All the while he ignored, you persisted but on the 'Down Low'
Making others look bad while you're "perfect."
But we know your game & we won't play.
Only low lives like you play those games.
We have important things to worry about, like what color hat to wear.
That may not seem important to you but for us normal people
that's more important than playing your childish games.
Fortunately, we have our lives to live;
it doesn't revolve around the 'him' we want
or the 'her' we wish he didn't have.
If I were you, I'd shed my green clothes, hair, make up & all,
before I actually bleed green.
Copyright © Patricia Morisset | Year Posted 2009
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Patricia Morisset Poem
Could I?
Could I be that gentle summer breeze?
To be, that I may gently kiss thy lips.
Could I be that gentle breeze?
That I may whisper in your ears.
Could I ever be that breeze?
That I may gently touch your neck.
Could I be that breeze?
That I may dry your tears.
Could I ever be?
Could I?
Copyright © Patricia Morisset | Year Posted 2009
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Patricia Morisset Poem
As she sat looking out the window,
Why was all she wanted to know.
No matter how hard she tried to please,
They always seem to show they're not at ease.
Running away, she thought she'd do;
But without him, what would she do?
Running away, she'd have opportunities;
Staying, she'd have harder responsibilities.
What should she do? Where should she go?
Going away meant leaving her beau.
Pondering hard and long,
Solutions, not to be wrong.
One who would know what can be done,
Who's dear to her heart, has already passed on
Can friends really help her?
How can they when they don't even know her?
Who is she? What's the real deal?
Who knows? She may not even be real.
Copyright © Patricia Morisset | Year Posted 2009
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Patricia Morisset Poem
If wishes did come true,
Who would you be married to?
If wishes did come true,
How many people would you be married to?
If wishes did come true,
Who would you look like?
If wishes did come true,
Who would you be like?
If wishes did come true,
How many friends, or enemies, would you have?
If wishes did come true,
Would you even be alive?
Copyright © Patricia Morisset | Year Posted 2009
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