Take the cross from

your neck

and put it on your

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12W
Soul Survivor

God gives it
We nurture it
God takes it

AWAY


10W
Soul Survivor

Just thought I'd write these few lines
Praying God will take this message to you
I miss you so, dearest Joy!
Words cannot express the pain
Locked within my breast
Those times we sat sipping black coffee and
Talking about God and the Bible
Listening to a preacher on TV or sometimes a cartoon
The scent of your cigarette blending with spicy apple candle
Later you graduated to a smokeless cigarette,
Then finally you became too weak to smoke at all
Or even drink or eat or move
Dearest Joy, I miss you so!
I try to laugh and smile and joke
To comfort Tim and Marian yet the ache remains in my heart
Tim says he sometimes thinks he hears your footsteps in the woods
Sometimes I think I hear your soft knock at our door
Or that the phone ringing will be you
Always you were so sweet and appreciative
Thanking me over and over for the simplest little things
Thank you, sweetest Joy, for the lovely drinking glasses you gave us
And that special card you made which said
"Until we drink together of that water in heaven"
Forgive me for the Hospice group, dear Joy
I honestly believed that they would try to help
Rather than just cheerfully watching you die day after day
Thank you, dearest Sister, for all the sweet little gifts
Most of all your friendship and love
So I am praying that God will send this message to you
Perhaps show us some glimpse of Heaven to comfort our broken hearts
We love you, Sweetest Sister, and always will

**~Hilda~

Shopping is more fun with a family member or friend :)

If I was tempted to get a big head, someone would quickly knock it down to the right size; In other words I would have a slice of humble pie.

A Poets friends are an empty notebook and a pen

We are now like a radio out of tune emitting static
The message is unclear it sounds out of tune, now everything is out of synch
It makes me think that maybe everything was an illusion
I am left with confusion
I am left with I should have or should not haves going through my head
and think of what I wish I had said, while lying in my bed.
The big picture is unclear like a fuzzy picture on an old TV
I don't want to give in to negativity, it might mean the end of me
I know have a friend mad at me, and that further hurts me more
I have to implore for the sake of peace just let me go
I am reminding you of the old cliché if you love something set it free
It might mean that we were not meant to be
I need to be free to fly either way
You can wave goodbye as I soar across the sky

Attitude of Gratitude is the best day to start the day
It is harder to feel depressed when focusing on what I am thankful for
  I am thankful for friend here on Hello Poetry and in my life too
   I am thankful for my family
      I am thankful for my health
          I am thankful for each meal
            I am thankful for a roof over my head, and at night for a bed
              I am thankful for money to pay the bills
               I am thankful for clothing to keep me warm in winter and to help protect my skin in summer.
I feel so much gratitude for this and so much more.
I guess you could say I have blessings galore

Its for the redemption of Man that I tarry still On this mortal plane.
Its because The lord has filled my mouth that I still Speak his words and sing his songs.
Songs of Love and Faith.
Songs of atonement and redemption.
Songs of hope and cheer
for his next coming!
Oh How Joyous the occasion will be! as I stand in judgement, Before my lord.
My face is smudged with the dirt of Righteous service.
My hands, are cracked and tired from Long days of hard work.
My body aches
and
My clothes are torn.
beside me are snakes in suits, with fancy words and tumults aimed at the purpose of weaseling their own way to Salvation.
But not me.
I offer the lord my best, my worst. My all.
I offer up my mortal service, and my Missionary experiences.
I offer up my pocket-full of Souls I've touched, and wait for judgement.
I can see the worry in the serpents eyes, the doubt and fear.
they're dressed perfectly, their hair is perfectly greased back
and their disposition is fancy to say the least.

Oh, ye fools who look heavenly for most part, but have no trace of it in  their hearts, for Life is not about the love you appear to show, or the lives you appear to bless.
Life is about giving everybody and everything
YOUR ALL.
ALL your Love and all your Glory.
And such is the Kingdom of God.
Made up of Men like me who are meek and humble. made up of the weary, and the lowly in heart. Real men who did Real work.
Men who served
Lovingly, Faithfully.