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Brenda Jones Poem
True beauty comes from within
One that is pure in heart, and does not follow the trend
Of shallowness, material passions, and year to year change of fashions
A gentle quiet spirit that God loves, as he look down from above
An attitude toward people that is mild with compassion, selflessness, and Godliness is always an attraction. What reaches the heart touches the heart. The goodness of one's spirit that is whole
Reaches deep down to our soul.
With every beat of our heart is a gift from God
We should have a heart of compassion, and love, and spread it like a dove
Copyright © Brenda Jones | Year Posted 2012
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Brenda Jones Poem
I love myself just the way I am
I am beautiful inside and out because that was the creator's plan
I love my eyes, I love my nose, I love my body all the way down to my toes
My heart is pure so I can tell everyone that
you must love yourself for you to endure
No one can't measure your worth just on one's physical
If you look at them deep inside you'll see they are mental
God made us all , we are no mistakes
Take this message of wisdom, and love yourself for Heaven's sake
Acceptance is the key to all humanity
For that is how Satan started his wrath from all the equity
He was most beautiful on the outside, but his heart was filled with malice
He wanted to steal the God's seat, but his maker through him into the heat
So embrace yourself for who you are, and have good quality
for you, yourself is the main event in your life as a special peculiarity
If someone judge you simply on how you look
you tell go and read the "Good Book" on how creation was really made
and outside beauty will one day fade
But inner beauty will withstand, all that nature, and time will demand
Stand tall, chest out, be graceful, and take your place
As one of God's beautiful creations
For when you love yourself, you're loving God, and "Glory" is your waiting fate
Copyright © Brenda Jones | Year Posted 2012
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Brenda Jones Poem
My memories is my memoir
About all she did for me
She didn’t have to do those things
Making sacrifices beyond her means
She birthed me, and raised me
Bandaged my wounds when in need
When I look into the mirror
I see a reflection of you
My memories is my memoir
A constant reminder made new
The strong nurturing person that you were
And the love for God in your Soul
I don’t need material objects to keep
For reminder of you, for your spirit
For your Spirit is my guardian angel
And keeps my heart filled with love
For your memories is my memoir
And knowing you are watching from above
In memory of my Loving Mother
Rosie L. Henderson
Copyright © Brenda Jones | Year Posted 2012
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