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Sharon Hyland Poem
Its Christmas time again and the bustle is on ,
cleaning the house, bring out the new stuff
A touch of paint over there, I’m almost done,
The lights are up, tree fully decorated, My place is decked out !!
In the early Christmas morn, the gifts I lay beneath the tree,
Everything is in place……Ohhhh, what a beautiful sight to see!
Now retired to bed, pleased as could be
He spoke - and it caused me to look at the thing I did not see
I’ve cleaned and prepared my house for the day
In the midst of this, have I done the same with life in any way?
The scripture rang loudly in the blanket of the quite morn-
“A child is born and a Son is given”- am I ready to receive this gift that’s given?
All the lights I’ve hung, He’s the light of the world
The ornaments on the tree, He’s so precious to me
This tree that stands in my hall so tall
Upon a tree he hung, offered vinegar mingled with gall……
My responsibility right now, is share what’s been offered to me
If you did not have lights or decorated a tree, Could not buy a gift, or just didn’t know the story…
Jesus is the gift that’s waiting for you
Yes, you can receive Him, its long overdue
Just open up your heart, he’ll make it brand new
Take a moment to ponder-
Christmas is celebrating what Jesus has done for you !!!
Merry Christmas!!!
12/15/11 revisited 12/17/12
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Sharon Hyland Poem
The master created me to fly on high
Way up there, a speck to the sight
I take my perch on the highest branch
Of the tallest cedar closest to the sky
I did what he said, followed his every command
The flight was easier and swifter as I rose closer to the Son
As always the young ones I carried on my wings
And just this once, a few other things…..
It got so heavy, my focus was gone
So was my worship, so was my song
I had to come down, the painful descend
“A few other things” may cost my end
Like a broken clay jar, I lay on the side
Not able to complete the task I’ve been assigned
Because of things embraced not my own
How can I forget that these I must cast down?
The master created me to fly on high
Way up there, a speck to the sight
I take my perch on the highest branch
Of the tallest cedar closest to the sky
I know who I am and even though it hurts
Some things must die for a new birth
More than a few around and a few inside
When this is done, I’ll be able to rise
I’ve given Him all for all is His
I’m not weaker but stronger still
The balm was applied and a mark you may see
Now renewed and refreshed I ascend to thee
When eagles fly again, its with a stronger will
They rise so must higher and keep pressing in
When Eagles fly again, when eagles fly again
Its with greater intensity in spite of the pain
God is calling me higher and higher still
Its about His will and His will and His will
Chains are broken, I’m transformed within
When eagles fly again, when eagles fly again
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Sharon Hyland Poem
S O S
I’m telling you something, this have got to end
It’s not going back to the way it’s been
Can’t buy food and short on the rent
Not running to your house to cry and lament
It has got to change, I declare it now
I’m a vessel of God, bought by his blood
Yes, royalty now, with a divine plan
Move outta my way, I’m walking this land
Rearranging the furniture in my mind
It’s the season of overcoming, opening the blinds
I know for sure the enemy can’t win
Even with the abuse, I’m God’s princess within
I’m waving this flag, in your face devil
Taking a stand, never surrendering to your plans
You may have taken the generations before me
Be assured, there is an over comer in me
Watch me now as I take my place
Leaving the ruins behind, I elevate in “this” place
With combat boots or maybe some stilettos on
I’m all new, redeemed by the blood
The season in my life has changed for sure
No, I’m not the girl you met before
I declare new things, from this moment forth
By the power within- I’ve kicked down the door
In case you are wondering who I think I am
Let me introduce myself to the accusers at hand
Making it clear for you to understand
I’m a Serious Overcoming Sista, and I’m taking a stand !!!
Sharon Hyland
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Sharon Hyland Poem
What happened here, what’s going on?
Feels like walls everywhere I turn
I’m walking in the light of day
But I’m bumping into things-is this a mistake?
My words create my world, seen and unseen
The words I speak, they will manifest
Be it disaster or ultimate greatness
A proven fact recorded for all to see
My words really do build my destiny!!!
God spoke and this world was created
That same power is in me, never eliminated
If I speak life to a plant, its guarantee to flourish
I can do the same to my life and not be discouraged
I can declare that my day will be great
Regardless of how it looks in the atmosphere
I have a choice to conform or be transformed
My future is at stake, the battle is on
Speak to a mountain and watch it move
Build up your faith, and stay in that groove
You have power to make it work for you
Your success will change your altitude
Speak the word and watch it manifest
The future is yours and you invest with your words
Not seeing it now, it’s just gaining interest
Now watch your words take form- be impressed
Your are a part of His astounding greatness
SH 3/26/09 revisited 10/19/2012
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