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Analysis of ‘raising Children'

It took a long time, but they finally grew up
Each...with individual diversions...Ha!
Five roads...five conclusions, (yet, but not)

“Children are a gift from God”, unwrapped at birth
Coercing us to change...not an option
I’ve become a doctor, judge, nutritionist, 
speech therapist, teacher, and chauffeur...
All without license

In the final analysis of ‘raising’ children
Could it possibly be said...
I’ve finally grown up?

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Gentle Hands, Calloused Hands

Dawdling outside the house tightly clutching the brown paper bag 
Full of penny candy my father had purchased for me with a quarter
I heard mother calling
Supper always spoiled my sweet delights, but I didn’t mind
Homemade biscuits with jam ever ready to take their place

The first time I ever noticed dads hands was at the kitchen table
Strong enough to work a garden, build our modest home, 
Yet gentle enough to pat my back when I excelled

When there were no jobs in our Louisiana home state
daddy would take our family of six and find work elsewhere
Texas, California and Colorado...state of my birth

I watched my dad’s hands as he cleaned the fish from our weekend excursions
camping on the river; boat tied to one of the Cyprus knees
Hands that were never still...always busy
They picked me up when I was hurt, I felt their strength 
Hands that guided me...gentle hands...calloused hands

Daddy never considered his way perfect, but fair
Never worked to gain great riches, 
but always made sure we had everything we needed

Today is his seventy-ninth birthday, he always says he doesn’t need anything
My siblings and I will be taking him out to eat tonight
I will notice his hands once again, now calloused and noticeably wrinkled with age,
We’ll cherish our time together

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Daddy's a Workaholic

Daddy’s a workaholic...
But what about the hospital stay... the loss of blood,
his ashen dignity
Slight prate about moving into a veteran’s home

Only in his young eighty’s
Workaholics don’t quit
Laboring healthward

So the tiller cranks for cultivating
and the garden is sown, 
yet during it's interval of growth
he’s... vigorously active 
delivering the ‘elderly’ to appointments

While taking pride in saplings
he's gathering and transporting the yield

And I, plop down on my patio swing 
imbibing a cappuccino
Thinking “What a ‘workaholic’ my daddy is”!

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I Once Met a Man From the West

I once met a man from the west
And invited him home as my guest
I told of the cross
He cried, "I am lost!"
Then repented and God gave him rest

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This Day It Was All In Good Taste

This day it was all in good taste...
And not a moment of time did I waste
I shouted out loud
To the whole of the crowd
"Jesus will save you, make haste!"

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The One I Miss the Most

I miss my little ‘Candy’
They say dogs, are our best friends

I miss my youth and vitality
But most, I miss my kin

I’m ready for your hubby,  
The kiddies and pork roast

I miss them bad and it’s borderline
But you I miss the most.

I hate I missed your ‘Special’ day
When you turned thirty -six

‘Though I know you had the greatest time 
With sweet, and ‘macho’ Rick

They still gather here for meals
Your brothers, sister-in-law, and sister

And talk in reminiscing 
‘Of  Jeri, and how much we miss her’

So when you come to visit
Tell Rick....he’ll cook the roast   (mmmmmm....I remember)

I’ll kiss them all, no doubt I’ll cry
I want them near, I cannot lie

I’ll raise my ‘coke’ and propose a toast
Hold you close and then I’ll boast
How it’s you, I missed the most

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My Knight and I

Humbled yet content, my Knight and I... though never assumed with boundaries
Can God be limited?...  He, who owns the cattle on a thousand hills.

Should we be afflicted...  my Knight and I, whatever the plight? 
knowing well our steps are ordered by the ’Kings of Kings’

Oft’ times the trial becomes weary... 
memory echoes...  “Rejoice, rejoice my beloved”, 
reminding us... ‘as we abound and are pleased, 
when we are abased, contentment must also be’

My Knight and I... ascertained as the ‘Apostle Paul’... 
in whatever direction our path may lead... 
adjustments made... we are content.

Invaluable lesson bestowed upon My Knight and I....
When the hard times come for others, 
We have learned how to direct prayers effectively...
  
Not always that ‘abundance will flow’... but that ‘Joy will come with gratification’ 
during ‘this fiery trial’

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The Greatest Story

Is still the
                                            greatest
		                          story  ‘twas
		                         ever  related,
		                         Tis   a    tale
		                         of  the soul’s
		                         greatest loss.
   The fall from God’s grace, how sin took it’s place,  to the death of His
 Son on the cross.  Heaven to earth,   through virgin birth,   He suffered
   and died for  all men. Brought down sin’s great wall, of death to us all
		                        ‘Love’s  story
		                        of   Life’  with
		                         no  end.  His
 		                         pure    blood
	                                 flows     free,
		                         cleanses  all
		                         who  believe,                             
                                         making clear
		                         it’s  the  only
                                         way  given. I    
		                         pray that you
        		                 must, in Him
		                         put   all  trust
		                         live  eternally
		                         with Jesus in
			                    Heaven!

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'twas the Day Before Christmas Eve

‘Twas the day before Christmas eve
We gathered at the church
All sat transfixed
Not even a lurch

The preacher was ‘hot’
And spoke of the stress
He wanted the people 
To hear and be blessed

“We have to remember 
What Christmas is about
The birth of our Savior”
Then someone did shout!

It’s not about the gifts
‘Though we should always be a giver
It’s about He who came
Bringing Life from ‘The River’

Now what is the reason
If just a ‘holiday’ is this
Without the birth of Jesus
Another meaning is a miss

So if you’ve given in
To the hustle and bustle
And can’t find rest
Because of the tussle

Just think on these things
That Jesus was born
Remembering why
We celebrate Christmas morn

He came to bring peace
Give us access to heaven
All should honor Jesus 
On this day given

So there’s hope for the world
To all who believe
In Him you’ll find rest
Just ask and receive

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Itchy, Itchy Scratch

Been sittin’ in this pew, 
the minutes seem like hours.
And everything ‘twas said, 
couldn’t tell you what’s the theme

Now I know I should be focused, 
and giving all my attention
The truth... I’m so distracted, 
it’s now reached quite extreme


Itchy, itchy scratch, 
what could the problem be
Am I coming down with something...
the symptoms are all there

Should I stay... should I go
Don’t mean to make a scene
But as I get to be quite frantic
Everyone’s begun to stare


The preacher now has noticed
As heads begin to wag
Oh my, I’m so embarrassed
‘Cause it’s just my dumb shirt’s tag!