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My God

Sometimes my mind ponders, and I sit in wonder, why does God love me?
Because getting along with me can't be easy.
But thankfully He's faithful, nothing I can do to change Him.
Unconditional, He fills my cup to the rim.
There are days like today that I need a refilling, and I know that my God is forever 
willing.
I can gain the world but lose my soul,  I'd much rather stay complete and whole.
Because friendships come and fade away, but I know my God is here to stay.

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To My Mom's Real Mom

I never knew you, but I have your blood.
Sometimes I wonder, how I'm like you, if it's more ways than one.
And I think to myself, what life would've been like, if you'd kept my mom.
From what I've heard, you were very young, only a couple years older than I am now.
And you made a mistake, but yet, God used it somehow.
So I owe you so much, and still, nothing at all.
And if you hadn't given away my mom, I may not have been here.
So thank you, for choosing life over death.
But God made sure she didn't get left.

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Jonah, Jonah

Jonah, Jonah, for awhile alonah.  Didn't listen so you run, but God made you 
git'r'done.   To go to Nineveh, you said "nu uh".     So away to Tarshish you set 
sail, only to make the sailors bail, "Throw me over" you cried.  "Do it unless you 
want to die".           They listened to what you said, and tossed you out on your 
head. But God had other plans for you, so not  just overboard, swallowed too.  So 
forty days and forty nights, you prayed to God to do what's right.  So finally on 
Asiriah's shores, a second chance was granted your's.  On to Nineveh! You 
persisted, to change the hearts of people who were twisted.  So into Nineveh you 
went, oh, what a glorious event.   So you told the bad people,"To do the things 
you do is illegal."  So they repented and wore sackcloth, but you still expected fire 
and brimstone.   God gave you a weed, but killed it in the night.    But I sure hope 
now your eyes see right.   THE END.

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To Chrissy

Her world, her life is falling apart.
Oh, Lord, please mend her breaking heart.
Fix her up, refill her cup. Show her it's not over, that You're always there above her.
Draw her close, wipe her tears, show her Your love and chase away her fears.
The enemy tells her there's no hope to be found, he tells her that nothing's 
changing everytime she looks around.
She's struggling thru sorrows, wondering about tomorrow.
But don't let her fear strangle her faith, help her to know that you are in this place.
She's so faithful, even though everything's so painful.
Lord, help her to know that You're still there, and You hear her every prayer.
She's such a beautiful person, especially in Your eyes.
Show her after the darkness comes light.
Amen

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Glad Oaks

Once a peaceful quiet land, it's really more than I can stand.         They took the 
animals from the ark, all to turn their homes into an industrial park!  They shoved 
down trees and yanked out bushes,   they killed the grass and all the brushes.    
They ran out foxes and scared away squirrels, and knocked down nests of the 
cheerful whippoorwills.    This didn't bother  town board, oh no indeed.    
Especially not Mayor Allen Mcsneed.  He's the one  suggested that the forest 
be "detreed".   The townsfolk didn't notice, the first couple months.  Just "quiet 
and peaceful" like it should,  with no droppings on the peoples' car hoods.    
Then one day,       'Ol Joe Hudson marched up to town hall, "I miss the squirrels 
and the whippoorwills' call!"  He started a petition, and walked thru town, "Join my 
expotition!" He'd call out up and down.          People joined in, all on their own, 
even held meetings in each others' home.  "Stop the industrial park!" they'd 
cry, "Save the animals before they die!"  Mayor Mcsneed didn't like this at all, he 
planned to have the park completed this fall.             "Alright," he said, tired of 
people in his face "let's me an' 'Ol Joe do a foot race."  So it was decided, 'Ol Joe 
and Mcsneed, neither one excited.  It was like this, Joe won, the forest stayed, 
Mcsneed won, it was their bad day.  The race was square, it "Started right 'ere an' 
ended right there"  The race was run, thankfully, 'Ol Joe won.  After the race 'Ol 
Joe 
spoke,  and such is the story of that forest, "Glad Oaks".

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Drowning

Wondering what I am, convincing myself I'm not crazy.
Looking for the remainder of personality, looking to find the reason I am me.
I don't know what I was before,  I think that I have closed the doors.
Trying to find what  I've left behind, searching myself, purging myself for the truth 
that is mine.   Why is this barrier still rising above me?  Starting to get where I 
can't see.    It's so dark in my soul, I'm smothering in it.
Dragged down by opinions, I'm trying to stay away from the dark dominions. 
Always night, searching for light.   Looking for the one who is right.
But I'm drowning.

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My Cat

A ball of fluff, she plays with stuff.
So cuddly and cute, I love her always.
Sometimes I just want to take her in my arms and never let her go.
Others times I want to hurt her, because she slaps me on my toes.
She loves to play, with her spider toy.
I love playing with her, she's such a joy.
We've had her for about two years.
And when I'm sad, she purrs and tries to dry my tears.
So as you can see, I love my kitty.
Because she's an all American Bearbie

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The Convincing

You've been hurt so many times before,  that you're afraid of what's in store.  
Maybe it would be best, if you wouldn't detest, take a simple test.  
So you're destination you'll know, and you won't be afraid to go.
This is the deal, you've got to get real, with yourself and with God, you can't 
always be odd.
This is the dare, or else  you go where?  Don't you know where those 
people on the fence go?    They go down, into the ground, for infinity and beyond.
It's so hot down there it would burn you, Hon.  
Anyway, I came here to say, the devil owns the fence.      And if you don't repent 
now you may never get the chance.
The welfare of your life depends on you, that's the end of this poem.
What are you going to do?

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A Prayer From My Heart

Dear Lord,  
if you can hear me, please do me one favor, help me get souls to accept you as 
Savior.
I burn for you, I live for you, show me what I'm supposed to do.
I want to help people, I want to change people, and I want them to know that there 
is a good place that they can always go.
If there is a will for me from you to do something I know there is a way, a way that 
I see everytime that I pray.
Sometimes it's it's so hard to live for you all the time, but I know that by sticking 
with you the love is mine.
Help me to do your works the the way you want them done, with you my battles 
are won and I overcome.
Finally, dear Lord, I ask you this, how can all those people not know what they 
miss?

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My Prayer

This thing I feel,   seems more than real.                                                                         
Your love and your grace seem so 
sureal.                                                                                                                                       
 I know you died to save my 
life.                                                                                                                                        
Although it seems sometimes now all I want to do is strife.                                        
And I know if I pray, have strength and believe,                                                         
your love in my heart I'll forever receive.                                                                      
Amen.