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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
They fought for honor, a way of life,
For their country and their King.
Willing to lay down their lives,
Against adversaries overbearing.
I wonder what it was like,
As thousands marched acrossed the field
What courage and faith they must of had,
To meet death with just a sword and
shield.
They must of had the attitude,
That God was on their side,
To advance into tribulation,
With confidence and pride.
The dead were given lavished funerals,
The living would mourn and pray.
Each warrior knew in the next battle,
It might be his burial day.
What would you die for?
Is there anything you hold that dear?
I feel each of us cherish something,
We would die for, in spite of the fear.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
I get up each morning,
Seaching through my home,
Looking for dirt and grime,
To me is yet unknown.
I dust and polish,
Mopping on hands and knees,
Wash all my windows
Until I'm throughly pleased.
My reason for my cleanliness,
Isn't for health or pride,
But fear of what you might discover,
If I should suddenly die.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
The captain of the schooner ship,
Looked at the angry sky,
His ship tossed in the storm,
Not a star to guide her by.
This captian trusted his vessel,
He would ride out the storm,
Then he saw a light,
And the sounding of a fog horn.
The lighthouse sat on a cliff,
Its beam guiding ships to shore,
The vibrating sound could be heard,
Above the ocean's roar.
Jesus is my lighthouse,
I keep moving towards His light,
And when His Spirit speaks to me,
I'm guided through the darkest night.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
In this world of sin and shame,
It's hard to know who is to blame.
We become desensitized,
To the evil on the rise.
Those beliefs we know are wrong,
Are lived daily among the throngs.
Is there no end to hate and greed?
What will it take to follow God's lead.
If there is evil and I give it no name,
Than it is I who is to blame.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
I behold the seagulls
In their graceful flight,
With outstretched wings
What magnificent sight.
I glance over the water
As far as the eye can see,
I feel a peace in my soul;
Complete tranquility.
Some love the mountains,
Others the hot desert sand,
But I'm closest to my God
Where the ocean meets the land.
Surrounded by sea mist,
Seaweed, seagulls and shells,
I commune with my Lord,
His mysteries foretell.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
When you first met each other,
You asked, is this the one?
With others you've dated,
A soul mate, you found none.
You both were so attentive,
Each presenting your best side,
In time becoming comfortable,
Your flaws you couldn't hide.
With honeymoon period over,
You learn the person within,
You must decide, is this love,
Or are we just special friends?
It takes God's intervention,
To hold a marriage, day by day,
To remember why you fell in love,
With fights, each wanting their own way.
Take time to be attentive,
Presenting your best side,
Yes, there will be problems,
But true love will survive.
Now you found your soul mate,
In God's eyes, you are one,
Respect each other's feelings,
Seek first, His will be done.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
As I watch the people,
You wouldn't know there's a war,
Everyone going about their day,
Just the same as before.
The cannons are booming,
Lives are taken away,
But in the faces I see,
It's just another day.
I believe this won't change
Until our foe is at our door,
Only when bodies fall,
Will we realize the horror.
I know life must go on,
But people seem so cavalier,
In the past, war declared,
At least there was healthy fear.
Only in America,
That most choose to ignored,
That our brave soldiers,
Are dying on distant shores
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
Trees changing colors
Frost wet, cold, on green grass
Summers time has passed.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
When atlast my eyes look into my soul
And my knowing bursts forth with new
Understanding, how painful this experience.
To lose my beliefs, fault truths to me familiar.
My innocence gone forever for I can't unring
The bell vibrating in my soul. Knowledge.
I can not adequately explain my truths.
This is my time, not yours.
My epiphany is both joy and sorrow.
Joy in my conscious evolution but deep
sadness of loss in my ignorance.
O'God, to be in the company of such few
Who understand your Magnificents is
Truly a very lonely place.
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Rev. Elizabeth Anderson Poem
If I knew I would die tomorrow,
What would be my actions today?
Would I hide behind closed doors,
Light a candle to God and pray?
Or try to fill each hour,
With remembrance of my life,
Focusing on the beauty and pleasures,
Or try to understand the pain and strife.
I think I would walk this earth,
With eyes that at last can see,
Knowing death comes to all,
Granting peace, sets us free.
I believe God has a plan,
From the moment of my birth,
And because of my faith in Him,
I have assurance of rebirth.
If I die tomorrow,
Do not grive for me,
For I'll be with my Lord,
In tranquillity.
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