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Karen Cummings Poem
I came into your lives a lost and lonely child,
Full of anger and resentment,
Overwhelmed with fear and confusion.
Yet you took me into your home, your lives, and your hearts.
From the very beginning you tried to make me feel welcome and wanted.
Though I fought you each step of the way you never gave up on me.
Instead you patiently and lovingly took me under your wings,
protecting, guiding and shaping me.
Showing me love and understanding.
Giving freely and openly the praise and affection I so desperately needed.
All the while expecting nothing in return.
As days turned into years you were still there
Making me feel safe and secure,
treating me with respect and fairness,
pushing me to be the best I could be.
And still, there I was fighting you.
Oh, the pain and heartaches you endured at my hands.
Yet there you stood, firm and unwavering.
Never walking away, never giving up.
Always loving me no matter what the cost.
All these years later as I look at my own children
I realize just what you saw and still see when you look at me.
Your Daughter!
I love you.
Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012
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Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born
Innocent, helpless and small
How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all?
On His mother He depended for his every need
How then could we imagine it would be by His blood alone that we’d be freed?
Growing up in a time and place so different from Heaven above
Living and dying here on Earth, what a symbol of His love.
To the cross He lovingly went
Knowing it was for our sins alone that He had been sent
Dragging His cross up to that hill where men were condemned to die
Jesus, our Savior suffered the fate while we were all passed by.
“King of the Jews,” that’s what the sign had read.
Hanging just above His thorn crowned head.
Blood spilled from nail driven hands and feet
As Christ suffered a death most bitter and sweet.
The pain and agony He lovingly endured
To give us the gift of salvation, most blessedly assured.
He never counted the cost of a price that was oh so high
Giving up His last breath so we may never have to die.
Today He walks amongst us, having conquered the grave.
Loving, hoping and waiting for us to accept the gift that He gave
When on that day so long ago He died in our place
Proving the power of God’s most amazing grace.
So this Christmas morning before you race for the tree
Take a moment to thank God for Jesus, for the gift of life eternally.
But don’t stop there, unwrap that gift of salvation today
What better way is there to tell Jesus………Happy Birthday?!
Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012
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I WASN’T LOOKING! I’D GIVEN UP SEARCHING. I HAD STOPPED WAITING. NO LONGER WISHING. NOT EVEN CARING! ONLY LIVING. PASSING TIME. ACCEPTING LIFE AS IT WAS. MOVING ON… LETTING GO!
THEN IT WAS THERE. CAME FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! I DIDN’T SEE IT COMING. WASN’T EXPECTING IT. DIDN’T EVEN WANT IT. CERTAINLY DIDN’T “NEED” IT!!! BUT… THERE IT WAS!
IT FOUND ME. SNUCK IN LIKE A THEIF IN THE NIGHT. IT CAPTURED ME… CONTROLLED ME.
I TRIED TO FIGHT IT. DENY IT. PUSH IT AWAY. JUST COULDN’T DO IT… IT WAS TOO STRONG… TOO POWERFUL. IT SOMEHOW GOT THROUGH!
I ACCEPTED IT. I RETURNED IT. I ENJOYED IT. WANTED IT! NEEDED IT!!! IT HAD ME HEART AND SOUL!!!
…THEN IT LEFT! IT ENDED! WALKED AWAY…LEFT MY ALONE, WEAK AND SHATTERED.
IT TOOK MY HAPPINESS, MY SOUL, MY LIFE… GONE JUST AS SUDDENLY AS IT HAD APPEARED. LOVE… IT DESTROYED MY HOPES, MY DREAMS, MY EVERYTHING!!!!!
LOVE… IT FOUND ME, OH YES, IT FOUND ME. IT FOOLED ME, IT TRAPPED ME, IT CONTROLLED ME, THEN…LOVE… LOVE!!! ABANDONED ME!!!!!
…WHEN LOVE FINDS YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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It started when I was young.
I chose to take a walk on the wild side.
I drove my parents insane with my deeds.
I pushed everything good away.
I was bad, evil to the core.
Lying, stealing and cheating were all I knew.
Then the drugs and sex overtook me.
Riding on the slippery slope to Hell.
Satan had my heart, mind, body and soul.
He wouldn’t let me go.
I didn’t want him to.
I wanted my life of misery.
It was good to me.
I fell hard into his snare.
I really felt that was where I belonged.
It was a place to call home.
All my friends egged me on.
As I played games with the Devil.
I drew closer and closer to him.
Through Tarot and the Occult.
Witchcraft, casting spells.
It was so intense.
I never wanted my ride to end.
I was on top of the world.
Living in the fiery pits of Hell.
He reached down to where I was.
He took my hand and pulled me out of the muck.
He saved me.
Showed me a new way of life.
No more lying, stealing or cheating.
The need for drugs was gone.
I was taught how sex could be beautiful and pure.
I was free of Satan’s grasp.
He no longer had control over me.
My heart, mind, body and soul now belong to another.
He loves me.
In spite of the terrible things I’ve done, he really loves me.
He’s forgiven me.
Can you believe that?
Sent His Son to die for ME!
It was on a cross on a hill far away.
The Father couldn’t even watch as His Son paid the price for me.
All for Me!
Now my sins are all forgiven.
The Devil’s hold on me broken.
I am free!
Free to have faith, to hope and to love.
The best news of all is that the Son is coming back for me!
Right now, this very second, He’s working on my place.
My glorious home in Heaven!
Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012
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Seventy times Seven isn’t that what He said?
But how can He do it?
Speaking only for myself it seems impossible that He could forgive!
So many mistakes, that’s what I like to call my sins.
For sin is such an ugly word that leads to death and damnation.
Ugh!
But mistakes, well doesn’t everybody make them?
Mistakes are much easier to justify, easier to explain away if you really try.
But, He knows.
He knows my heart and my thoughts.
How I shudder to believe it although I know it’s true.
How can He forgive me when I knowingly turn away from Him?
When I blatantly sin right there in His presence?
When instead of trusting Him I fall prey to Satan’s lies?
But, He does!
He loves me that much!
Every single time I fail him; He’s there with open arms.
He takes me back and gives me yet another chance.
He washes away my sin and makes me white as snow.
He restores to perfection His lost and wounded Lamb.
Seventy times seven and every time after that!
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It’s me again oh Lord.
How many times have I been here?
Right in this very spot?
Begging and pleading for forgiveness
Which You’ve always granted without a thought.
I’ve lied and I’ve cheated,
I’ve used and I’ve cried.
Nothing seems to help the pain that I am feeling inside.
I know I did it to myself
It happens every time!
Though there you are with outstretched arms.
For me you were crucified.
I don’t know where to begin, oh Lord
I don’t know how it started
It was innocent enough, I thought
But now I’m left broken hearted.
Shame and disgrace follow where err I go
Leaving a path of destruction…
seems it’s all I really know
and each and every time I come crying back to you.
You tell me that you’ve been waiting
You knew soon I’d come back soon.
How can you forgive me?
Again I’ve disappointed you.
I’ve wandered so far this time oh Lord
Knowing all the while
That you were watching over me
As I lived out Satan’s lies.
It breaks my heart to know
that all of this is true
that I used your gift and turned my back;
I ran away from you.
Yet each time you take me back
You meet me where I am
Now I am just as pure as snow
Back home where I began
Thank you Lord for loving me
in spite of who I am
Thank you Lord for taking back
Your lost and wounded lamb.
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The night sky grows dark.
Only stars illuminate.
“Twinkle” lights the sky.
So brightly that all can see.
Your eyes “Twinkle” lovingly.
~Karen Cummings
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From the time of my youth you have given me people only to take them away.
Leaving me feeling lost and abandoned, like an orphan left all alone.
Just once Lord I would like to be able to know that this one won’t walk out on me.
Or that one won’t be called home to stand before your throne.
I just don’t understand why this keeps happening!
Was it something I did? That I didn’t do?
I thought I was good enough Lord.
Please tell me as I haven’t a clue!
Lost one to drugs, not dead but dead to me.
The first one to cancer Lord and then the other?!
Just when I think it won’t happen again…
You send away another!
Yes, I am angry Lord!
I know you can see….
The tears streaming down my face;
When you take loved ones away from me.
I know there is a reason…
I was raised to believe!
It all works together for the good of those that love You Lord.
There is still hope. Even when they leave.
So, first I’ll say I’m sorry for ever doubting you.
Then I’ll go on waiting for that day to arrive;
With the sound of the trumpet, in a twinkling of the eye
When I know everything is perfect and everyone is alive!
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Long ago when I was young I remember sitting on your lap while you told me how I was going to grow up to do great things. That there was nothing I couldn't do if only I put my mind to it. You told me stories of powerful women and how I could be even more powerful than they one day. You made a little girl feel like Super Woman.
For that I thank you.
I think back to how you cared for me. How you watched over and protected me. You were always there. I never had a doubt in the world when it came to your love for me. You were not only my provider but you were my teacher. You lovingly taught me how to do all the things a good strong woman like yourself could do. We baked and did crafts.
We painted fences and gathered eggs. The time spent with you was irreplaceable.
For that I thank you.
As I grew up you were still there watching over me only then it was from a distance. You loved me enough to let me go out that old red farmhouse door all alone. Giving me a sense of confidence and much desired freedom. You watched from the window not knowing that I’d seen. You loved me enough to set your feelings aside and let me try to make it on my own.
For that I thank you.
As the years passed I went through so many changes. I became hostile and rebellious. I was both rude and demanding. How you ever put up with me I will never know. But you did. You were the one constant in my ever changing world. With everything seemingly falling to pieces all around me you were there to show me how easily the pieces fit back together with just a little patience and care. You never once lost your temper, just reminded me how much you loved me and that we would survive my teenage years together.
For that I thank you.
You shaped me into the person I would someday be. Taught me right from wrong. And how to stand up for what I believed in. Ever reminding me that there was nothing I could not do. With you I never once had to look back to see who might be watching waiting to judge my every move. Because you were always right behind me. Gently nudging me in the right direction.
For that I thank you.
When the time finally came for me to venture out on my own I did it with both fear and confidence. You again reminded me just how much I could accomplish if only I tried. During the bittersweet moments prior to my departure you reminded me just what I was made of and how strong I was. Even though I was shaking inside you knew I could do it and you kissed me good-bye.
For that I thank you.
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Hoping and dreaming is fine for some,
But for those out there like us who have…
Believed in the magic of our dreams
Only to have them shattered,
Hoped, only to have someone or something
Come along and take it out of our hands, hearts and lives.
For people like us who have been hurt
Time and again for trusting and believing,
For hoping and dreaming;
For what…
A better life, love, laughter and happiness.
There are people out there like us
Who are prone to a broken heart.
People like us who insist we can be happy.
People like us who
Get hurt only to jump up and try it again and again.
Until we just feel like giving up.
People like us try until
Our hearts turn to stone, with no success.
We were put on this planet to serve others,
To please others and make life easier for others.
Even if that means suffering a broken heart
Or hurt feelings.
People like us care enough to go on knowing
We’re going to be hurt yet another time.
People like us get our only real pleasure
From pleasing others.
Maybe that’s what makes people like us so special.
Copyright © Karen Cummings | Year Posted 2012
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