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IF I WERE IN CHARGE OF AMERICA

“If I Were In Charge Of America”
by Anthony Welker *(age 9)

If I were in charge of America
I’d cancel weapons,
people being cruel,
and taxes.

If I were in charge of America
there’d be peace,
people to make you happy,
and memorial day everyday.

If I were in charge of America,
You wouldn’t have war,
poor people,
and people living on the streets.

If I were in charge of America,
you would have recyling cans at every house,
and free American flags,
flown at every house.

The Essence of Love

The Essence of Love

When the days are long and the nights are dark,
And the life of a loved one has left its mark,
We look to the light of each new day,
And hope some spark will light the way.

The sun still shines and seasons flow,
And in our hearts we’ll always know
That Love is Eternal and never dies,
We’ve seen it in our loved one’s eyes.

So, to honor the memory of one so dear,
We continue our journey, until it’s clear
That Love lives on in all we do,
As we reach out to others, to help them too.

That all we are and hope to be, can make us strong
And set our hearts free.

By Cecilia Stevens

In memory of my husband, Melvin Stevens
December 20, 1923 to November 4, 2010
“Forever in my heart”

LOOKING BACK

LOOKING BACK
BY
YVONNE JENKINS

In my younger years
an emotional mess,
Mental, sexual, physical abuse,
How could I be blessed?

A loving daddy
I thought I knew,
But the love he gave
was not so true.

So many crossed signals of affection,
shattered my being,
becoming disconnected.

I created a world of happiness
locking away all the pain
but it times it would rear its ugly head,
Until the tears fell down like rain.

I always felt so all alone,
No one could ever see,
The fear of footsteps at my door,
and no one to rescue me.

I closed my eyes as the door slowly opened,
Knowing who was there,
Praying real hard it would soon be over
It was more than I could bare.

My voice is muffled
by pain and fear,
Tears fill up my eyes,
Do daddys do this to all little girls
And do they ever hear their cries?

Life goes on and I’m older now
My dad is in his grave,
But God has never forgotten me,
My life He wants to save!

He put me through fiery trials
One that burned for many years,
To bring me out as pure as gold,
And wash away my fears.

The dysfunction that was in my life
Was the major key,
To bring me where I am today
To finally set me free.

So now I look back in time
Not seeing such a mess,
For all things are used by God,
And Yes, I am truly blessed!!

THOUGHTS FOR THE WEEK

Never judge a thing before it’s time. To believe that you’re situation will not improve is as believing someone who is lying. The seed is buried in a deep dark terrible hole, it is forgotten, where it is no one knows. But the gardener doesn’t worry whether or not the seed will grow. Just because nothing seems to be happening, the flower and fruit of the seed, time will soon show. So have faith everyone and HOLD ON!

A life torn apart, a broken heart so much pain, the person tried to gain approval but only found peace and hopes removal. Now alone thinking of what to do next only to find the harder they tried the bigger the mess. So the person dug deep, the meaning of life did seek, “why oh why?” the person cried until growing tired and found it better to rest then to try and be the best. That was when life was no longer a mess!

When you feel you don’t belong and don’t know how everything went terribly wrong. Step back and relax. When all the dust has settled and you get your peace back then you’ll see it all had to be. Because everything works together you see. So be quick to love and forgive, trust the plan, remember you won’t always understand but everything leads us to the promise land!

When was the last time you took the time to simply look at the sky? Or the last time you stood outside, took a breath, closed your eyes to let your mind rest? So used to worrying about that or this, always on the run, we’ve forgotten how to fun. There always something standing in our way. But if we choose to say, “I’m going to live today!” we’d find ourselves like children enjoying a world of play

As children none of us KNEW SIN until we were TAUGHT and CONVINCED we were bad to begin. Dead in trespasses we were TOLD, slaves to condemnation and religion sold. They drove their traditions, fears, and beliefs into our head like a crown of thorns. Nailed our feet and hands in place so we could never be more. “God why have you forsaken me?” we all have cried but Religion Lied. So give up that ghost and rise

I know you’re hurting and think this is how it will always be. I know you’re overwhelmed, scared you’ll never be free. I know you’ve been betrayed and feel lost. But you no loner need to pay this cost. In your tears and heartache you’ve never been alone. So, please let it all go, forgive and live, know everything will be okay, know someone loves you even if it’s someone on facebook far away and enjoy your friday.

Some days are harder than others for sure. When the bills pile, the kids are riled and you’re tired just take a breath and endure. The bus will come and then you can have fun. As far as your debt just pay some. Always leave room for a life that is enjoyable not one that is always has you on the run. So today, just pray you can put frustration and worry away and remember the best part of the day is yet to come

NEVER, EVER, GIVE UP! by Fran Dyer

NEVER, EVER, GIVE UP!
by
Fran Dyer

The death rattle has begun
That will bring forth the SON
The soul man writhing and twisting in agony
The fall of Babylon is the key

…The death process if far from fun
And leaves one visibly undone
However to the garden one must go
Friends are sleeping and it has to be so

One must learn to look to the end
Death here means birth of life
A Renewed Mind
That will end ALL strife

So the death process….do not fear
Learn to embrace it….and hold it dear
For a sweet smelling fragrance is coming forth
To fill this earth and eventually the SEA

THE MASTERPIECE

THE MASTERPIECE

With crayons in hand and paper beneath
The young girl creates her beautiful masterpiece

With blotches of yellow, black, blue, and red all over the place
With scraggily hair, eyes that don’t match and an oblong face
A sky that is purple and grass that is brown
A nose colored so red, it would be better suited for a clown

The child draws with nothing but her imagination around
It is a gift for her father, to turn his frown upside down

Without the ability to spell, there are three x’s and three o’s for Daddy to see
A token of her love and appreciation this great masterpiece will be

The child does not worry that she cannot spell or draw straight lines
She does not care if her composition is lacking and is she appears color blind

Her art is her gift and she knows it will make Daddy smile
Times have been hard, he’s lost job and been out of work for awhile

She didn’t feel pressured to be perfect, or worried she might not succeed
She only wanted to show Daddy that he is all she will ever need

He sits at a table swallowed by bills,
His head hangs low and is very still

She takes her picture to him and holds it out with great care
“Daddy, I made this for you” she says with a wide eyed stare

Like a fire lit in his eyes, he takes her gift and to his surprise
After looking at this picture he suddenly began to cry
In that moment there was something that he realized
He may have bills, he may struggles, but he has something money could never buy
He held the picture to his heart, and Daddy finally smiled

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