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| When I think of my spiritual life in terms of a toddler
I'm sure that's where I am
Telling others what to do
when I don't do what's right
Crying over everything
even in the middle of the night
When I don't know where I am
I wander around scared and mad
When I've come to the end of myself
I scream, "I want my Dad"
Happy one minute
If I could only release
The distraught the next minute over where God is
and realize joy = peace
God calls me his beloved child
I should rest in the fact that He will care for me
I should live boldly and gladly serving Him
rejoicing that I will see Him for all eternity | | |
| It's your 18th birthday.
You came emergently, what a surprise,
a monumental day.
From your toddler cries,
you've come a long way!
Today a surprise is given to you
those who love you are more than a few.
Reminicising over the years,
we realize our dreams are overshadowing fears.
Happy birthday, Jordan, happy birthday to you.
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| I know this is really silly, but this blog has become my little poetical ramblings site. Sometimes I just need to get it out. :)
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I chased a rainbow yesterday
and found there was no way
to confirm what those old wives' told
Gee, I wanted to find a pot of gold
Amidst the difference of rain, snow and the set of the sun
bursts here and there, watching was fun,
The road metallically sparked
as ice drops danced around in the dark
4 or 5 would dance at a time
they were like fairies in a rhyme
shining the way
Come hither, they'd say
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| A toddler's hand settling into yours,
hearing the ABC's while strolling in stores,
Answering problems in English or math,
shaping our lives, lighting the path.
Dedicated to faithful prayers,
you prayed for even our hairs.
Watching decisions from near or afar,
choosing careers, even mates or the buying of cars.
No matter what happens in our time,
whether our lives are unnoticed or in the lime,
we will always feel your love,
and exchange dreams through God above.
Thank you for your sacrifices present and past,
our memory of you will always last.
Some people say birthdays get old,
just another card to sign and fold.
But each year it becomes something new,
for me to wish happy birthday to you!
I love you, Mom! | | |
| When people around you are sad do you have a sudden urge to write poetry? I do.
forever was yours
is completely gone today
please start raining now
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