Alicia, You are Loved
Written for the 18th birthday of Alicia Lynn Stokes 10-23-06
So many years have passed us by
Numerous milestones have come and gone
While geographically we’ve been apart
In my heart you’ve always been at home
How many things I’ve had to miss
All the events that shaped you
To just turn back the hands of time
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
The dolls, Barbies and tea parties we’ve missed
Seeing you as that sweet little girl
You playing dress up with movie star dreams
Watching you cheer for the world
Oh, how I wish I could go back
And hold you as a babe in my arms
Instead I had to be content to pray for you
As I could only hold you in my heart
I’m so very proud to call you my nieceI
love the young woman you’ve become
You are beautiful both inside and out
Your heart is filled with love
Wherever you go, whatever you do
Whenever you need a listening ear
Please rest assured you can call my name
For you I will always be here
No matter how many miles and years
Come between the two of us
Never forget how special you are
Always know you are loved.
Friday, May 22, 2009
A Job Well Done
A JOB WELL DONE
Written in honor of Jenny Helms upon her retirement from ButterKrust Bakery 1-7-07
The notice has been given
The office sorted through
The years of service are over
There’s nothing left here to do
A cross roads has been reached
The way to go been chosen
A new journey to embark upon
A new life to be living
For years you’ve been known to many
By the job title that you’ve bore
Now you’ll be know to them
As friend and nothing more
May God guide you on this journey
May you always look to Him
Until the day He says to you“
Well done my child, welcome in!”
As you embark upon this journey
Know we’ll all miss working with you
Also know we wish you the best
In all you choose to do.
Written in honor of Jenny Helms upon her retirement from ButterKrust Bakery 1-7-07
The notice has been given
The office sorted through
The years of service are over
There’s nothing left here to do
A cross roads has been reached
The way to go been chosen
A new journey to embark upon
A new life to be living
For years you’ve been known to many
By the job title that you’ve bore
Now you’ll be know to them
As friend and nothing more
May God guide you on this journey
May you always look to Him
Until the day He says to you“
Well done my child, welcome in!”
As you embark upon this journey
Know we’ll all miss working with you
Also know we wish you the best
In all you choose to do.
Easter poem
Early on Sunday morning,
the women approached the tomb.
They had a task a job to do though
their hearts were filled with gloom.
As they got closer to the tomb,
they knew somthing just wasn't right.
Mary was sad at the thought
Roman soldiers had moved Him in the night.
She quickly ran to the secret room
His disciples she must alert
Peter and John upon hearing the news
Hurried back to the tomb with her.
They didn't really understand
What they saw in the empty tomb
All they knew and now believed
His teachings had come true.
Early Easter morning
As we prepare to approach the throne
May we have a spring in our step
And in our hearts a jubilant song
Rejoice, O Earth! Give thanks to God.
Spread the awesome news!
Jesus was born, crucified and died
And then rose for me and you!
3-23-05
the women approached the tomb.
They had a task a job to do though
their hearts were filled with gloom.
As they got closer to the tomb,
they knew somthing just wasn't right.
Mary was sad at the thought
Roman soldiers had moved Him in the night.
She quickly ran to the secret room
His disciples she must alert
Peter and John upon hearing the news
Hurried back to the tomb with her.
They didn't really understand
What they saw in the empty tomb
All they knew and now believed
His teachings had come true.
Early Easter morning
As we prepare to approach the throne
May we have a spring in our step
And in our hearts a jubilant song
Rejoice, O Earth! Give thanks to God.
Spread the awesome news!
Jesus was born, crucified and died
And then rose for me and you!
3-23-05
Let The Rains Come
THE LANDSCAPE IS GROWING DREAR
WHAT ONCE WAS GREEN IS BROWN
PLANTS THAT ONCE STOOD TALL AND STRAIGHT
ARE WITHERED AND WEIGHTED DOWN
MY LIFE HAS BECOME LIKE THAT BARREN LAND
EVERY TASK MORE LIKE A CHORE
I THIRST JUST LIKE THOSE DYING PLANTS
FOR THE HEALING RAINS ONCE MORE
LET THE RAINS COME INTO MY LIFE
THE HEALING DROPS FROM ABOVE
THE RAINS THAT CLEANSE MY HURTING HEART
WITH THE POWER OF GOD'S LOVE
WE ALL HAVE TIMES WHEN WE FEEL
THAT WE ARE AS THAT BARREN LAND
WHEN IT SEEMS WE JUST DO THE MOTIONS
TRYING TO MAKE IT AS BEST WE CAN
IT IS DURING THOSE TRYING TIMES
WE NEED OUR FATHER THE MOST
TO BRING THE RAINS INTO OUR LIVES
TO LOVE US AND HOLD US CLOSE
I CAN SEE THE CLOUDS BUILDING UP
SMELL THE SCENT OF RAIN IN THE AIR
I KNOW MY FATHER IS COMING TO HEAL MY SOUL
WITH HIS TENDER LOVING CARE
SO LET THE RAINS COME DEAR LORD
I NEED THEIR PEACE TODAY
COME WASH MY HURTING, ACHING SOUL
COME FILL ME WITH YOUR GRACE.
written June 21, 2007 when a couple of friends and I were going thru some rough times...
WHAT ONCE WAS GREEN IS BROWN
PLANTS THAT ONCE STOOD TALL AND STRAIGHT
ARE WITHERED AND WEIGHTED DOWN
MY LIFE HAS BECOME LIKE THAT BARREN LAND
EVERY TASK MORE LIKE A CHORE
I THIRST JUST LIKE THOSE DYING PLANTS
FOR THE HEALING RAINS ONCE MORE
LET THE RAINS COME INTO MY LIFE
THE HEALING DROPS FROM ABOVE
THE RAINS THAT CLEANSE MY HURTING HEART
WITH THE POWER OF GOD'S LOVE
WE ALL HAVE TIMES WHEN WE FEEL
THAT WE ARE AS THAT BARREN LAND
WHEN IT SEEMS WE JUST DO THE MOTIONS
TRYING TO MAKE IT AS BEST WE CAN
IT IS DURING THOSE TRYING TIMES
WE NEED OUR FATHER THE MOST
TO BRING THE RAINS INTO OUR LIVES
TO LOVE US AND HOLD US CLOSE
I CAN SEE THE CLOUDS BUILDING UP
SMELL THE SCENT OF RAIN IN THE AIR
I KNOW MY FATHER IS COMING TO HEAL MY SOUL
WITH HIS TENDER LOVING CARE
SO LET THE RAINS COME DEAR LORD
I NEED THEIR PEACE TODAY
COME WASH MY HURTING, ACHING SOUL
COME FILL ME WITH YOUR GRACE.
written June 21, 2007 when a couple of friends and I were going thru some rough times...
Grandmother's Garden
A grandmother's garden
Is quite a special thing
For time spent among its flowers
Pleasure and joy will bring
By day she tends her garden
With the tenderest love and care
At night before she sleeps
Her garden is bathed in prayer
Ther are no unwanted weeds
In this garden dear
And its size always grows and grows
With every passing year
The plants within this garden
Will bloom for quite a while
For you see each precious plant
Is a very loved grandchild.
This was originally written on April 9, 2006 for a very dear friend, Virginia. I then printed it and gave it to my Granny Sizemore. I read the poem from her copy at her graveside service in February 2008.
Is quite a special thing
For time spent among its flowers
Pleasure and joy will bring
By day she tends her garden
With the tenderest love and care
At night before she sleeps
Her garden is bathed in prayer
Ther are no unwanted weeds
In this garden dear
And its size always grows and grows
With every passing year
The plants within this garden
Will bloom for quite a while
For you see each precious plant
Is a very loved grandchild.
This was originally written on April 9, 2006 for a very dear friend, Virginia. I then printed it and gave it to my Granny Sizemore. I read the poem from her copy at her graveside service in February 2008.
What Kind of Love
What kind of love
Can cause an ordinary man
To give up his job and life
To minister in a foreign land
What kind of love
Will send a person under the knife
And give a part of themselves
To save another's life
What kind of love
Can open up two hearts
And lead those two to the altar
Where they vow never to part
What kind of love
Can stop a mother's flow of tears
When she's faced with the sad news
That her child's cry she'll never hear
What kind of love
Could make you send your only son
To die upon a rugged cross
To save souls of men to come
Only the love that comes from God
Can conquer anything
We can do the impossible
When our hearts to Him we bring
What kind of love is this you say
That stenghtens, calms and cheers
It's a love that will never die
Or fade throughout the years.
mbs 2006
Can cause an ordinary man
To give up his job and life
To minister in a foreign land
What kind of love
Will send a person under the knife
And give a part of themselves
To save another's life
What kind of love
Can open up two hearts
And lead those two to the altar
Where they vow never to part
What kind of love
Can stop a mother's flow of tears
When she's faced with the sad news
That her child's cry she'll never hear
What kind of love
Could make you send your only son
To die upon a rugged cross
To save souls of men to come
Only the love that comes from God
Can conquer anything
We can do the impossible
When our hearts to Him we bring
What kind of love is this you say
That stenghtens, calms and cheers
It's a love that will never die
Or fade throughout the years.
mbs 2006
Pastor
I wrote this a few years ago for Pastor Appreciation:
The Pastor's job is.....
Proclaim the Word of the Lord for all to hear
Admonish sinners to repent and turn to God
Shepherd the flock God has placed in his care
Teach the saints to follow the Lord
Obey the commands of God
Revere the Lord in all he says and does.
MBS 10-5-03
The Pastor's job is.....
Proclaim the Word of the Lord for all to hear
Admonish sinners to repent and turn to God
Shepherd the flock God has placed in his care
Teach the saints to follow the Lord
Obey the commands of God
Revere the Lord in all he says and does.
MBS 10-5-03
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