Time does not come Tied-up In pretty ribbons Red and Blue, More evidently Purple – Green of a stubborn Bruise, An ebony night, or Sun bright raging Thirsty day When That is, the harrowing Cold is Out of season.
Prizes Are rare and never Given for participation, No, Those gains only come With blood, sweat, pain – Paid Perhaps by generations Who strive to keep Love, faith, effort alive; Tears, Prayers over many years Are not just present, The future Is also their target;
Entreating God His mercy, grace to Unleash That survivors remain Christ’s love to proclaim – Overcoming Overwhelming dangers, trials, Through the continual Outworking of individual salvation.
To every woman who has borne a child, to those who have offered hearts of love to children in need of tenderness, you have my undying gratitude and respect. More than anything else, those who nurture children are heroines of the super denomination. God bless every one.
When tempted only to browse Not close, not truly see One avoids involvement In everything completely. Dandelions are destitute weeds Not delicate creations, beauty, People become utilitarian Not deriving from incomprehensible Depths of dignity, glamour, time. The slant rays limning a vine Do not enchant causing one To desperately pine for a glimpse Of crimson roses sent once Upon a splendid loving time. There is no magic, allure, No precious heavenly divine Each thing is dust fashioned To feast upon with unrequited lust. Slow a bit, look, long linger Over what the world passes by, The silver flicker of sun lighting waves, A raindrop reflecting golden from clover, The wingbeats gentle susurration Of the murder of crows rising Into the cerulean sky as a fierce Beribboned Shih Tzu puppy walks With a small bark and no chase to find. Come, come, be entranced again Let nature, environments, Become the closest of friends, Treasure every person, let Humanity delight, rousing love To light fires of generosity, kindness; Gather hope that tomorrow will divulge The abundant pleasures of happiness Filling each day full-measure, overwhelming, And to God all the glory, gratitude.
Sometimes you must lose To learn to win graciously. Sometimes your heart breaks, To make room for love again. Suffering can teach you How to live more freely. Disappointment gives a chance For an increased appreciation of joy. When you hit the bottom Your energy renews for the climb. When you are left empty, alone, You discover your faithful friends. When everything is gone, nothing left, You reach for God and find Him there. If your happiness disappears, with delight, Jesus can restore your pleasure, full-measure. If you need more than you are able God can provide fulfillment plentifully. Nothing is over unless you quit Winners like you, keep going, getting up.