(Love Poem) Good Morning My Sweet Lady

Good Morning My Sweet Lady

 

Good morning my sweet Lady

It’s so nice to see your smile

Another day, another year gone

Don’t let its shadows haunt

The beauty of time is it heals

 

Our time together is priceless

The gifts of our children’s smiles

Love is more than your bosom

Peace I have found in your heart

Your eyes, they melt my very Soul

 

Can Heaven be sweeter than your touch

The Stars get their glow from your Soul

Peace is the passion I find in your love

You are the Sun my heart revolves around

Good morning my sweet Lady, my Wife

(Poem) Comfort

What is Grace that we should abide such a thing

Should I soothe and comfort those I do not know

I give you my reassurance that I will never bow

Who has brought cheer to me as I am sick and cold

Others I can not support nor can I waste time to help

Affliction grows each day as the world falls apart

Do you feel relief as the hate just grows and grows

A state of ease is just one less stripe upon my back

Who really give a damn or assist the weak and poor 

Miss one day of work the Wolf will steal your door

Love is something that is so seldom ever spread

Is there not wars and strife in every single family

Who can show love with stripes upon their back

Back in time there was such a one that I heard of

But, is there really any Grace for such a one as I

I Like Your Christ, But Not Your Christians

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF THE WEBSITE GODINTEREST.COM)

 

I Like Your Christ, But Not Your Christians

Do You Know A Hypocrite?

I think we’d be surprised to know how many people in this  actually like the person of  Christ, but aren’t keen on becoming a . Sound familiar?

Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another. Romans 12:10.

We must not allow ourselves to become self-absorbed and so forget the claims of God and humanity upon us…. God would have us more kind, more lovable, less critical and suspicious. O that we all might have the Spirit of Christ, and know how to deal with our brethren and neighbors!

We must forget self in loving service for others…. We may not remember some act of kindness which we do, it may fade from our memory; but eternity will bring out in all its brightness every act done for the salvation of souls, every word spoken for the comfort of God’s ; and these deeds done for Christ’s sake will be a part of our joy through all eternity.

When we pursue toward our brethren any course save that of kindness and courtesy, we pursue an unchristian course. We should manifest courtesy at home, in the church, and in our intercourse with all men. But especially we should manifest compassion and respect for those who are giving their lives to the cause of God. We should exercise that precious love that suffereth long and is kind; that envieth not, that vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, does not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not its own, is not easily provoked and that which is not evil.

Where Jesus reigns in the heart, there will be sweet love, and we shall be tender and true to one another.

You should give no occasion for faultfinding. A moment’s petulance, a single gruff answer, the want of Christian politeness and courtesy in some small matter, may result in the loss of friends, in the loss of influence.

God would have you appear at your best under all circumstances—in the presence of those who are inferior to you as well as in the presence of equals and superiors. We are to be followers of Christ at all times, seeking His honor, seeking to rightly represent Him in every way.

Let self drop out of sight, and let Jesus appear as the One altogether lovely.

We should seek to live for His glory alone, not that men may praise us.

(Love Poem) Kiss Of Love

Kiss Of Love 

 

May I kiss you my love, my sweetheart my beautiful Bride

May my lips caress the tears of joy from your Angelic eyes

May my tongue dance on your belly, your breasts your thighs

Close your eyes now my sweet let your mind in pleasure drift

Let your thoughts be only of the sweet nectar that you give

 

 

Your delicious rose petals give to me my sweet lady tonight

Dream deep now my love of my lips on your ankles and toes

My tongue on your feet kissing you softly into paradise

Past your ankles, your knees, my breath on your thighs

Heavens gate opens to please as my tongue dances softly

Onward and inward my lips caressing the petals of life

 

 

I love the sound of your moans your cries of delight

I love you my darling, I wish only to please you tonight

Kissing and caressing upward to your beautiful breasts

You surrender to my breath as my lips encircle your buds

Now only your moans and tears of your pleasure do I see

Surrender now softly my love into my arms for the night

(Love Poem) Tear Drops On Her Heart

TEAR DROPS ON HER HEART

 

The dribble on the stick

Says she is a Mom to be

Boy ran off didn’t wanna hear it

Clinic could remove Her, or live in shame

 

Go through a Church and quietly have Her

Boy feels no shame for the crime committed

Give your Baby back to God, or a life with others

Keep Her for yourself even if your family shuns Her

 

Takes a will of steel to say you’ll keep Her

Without a Daddy there are two hearts breaking

Piety sticks their nose where they have no business

Single Mom’s life is filled with love and hardships

 

Someday a Man may appear, be a true Prince Charming

A true Man, not a Boy, to become a Husband and a Daddy

Takes a lot more than sex to become a Woman of a Man

Tear drops on Her heart as she holds and Keeps Her Baby

Poem To My Sister: So, Your 64 Today

So, Your 64 Today

 

I remember the days of our youth, do you

Do you remember all the different homes

Three States, and in several yards we played

Being poor white trash and Mom’s heartaches

Little eyes see and they can understand so much

 

One Tyrant in a child’s life can ruin their psyche

Good Cop, Bad Cop played out at home every night

The Farm in the dirt road hills and the starting of school

Black Hills Gold and the Faces carved into a mountain

Faith and Deadwood, a dead man’s cards fell once again

 

Our growing up years in a place so cold and foreign to us

No matter the forces we always hooked arms side by side

You have always been there for me, I love you dearly for it

We have both seen and overcome life’s trials we were given

My Sister of the Cloth in the End OF Days we shall both see

64 Today my Sister: and of you, I could not be any prouder

 

Holy Man By Choice, And/Or By Grace

HOLY MAN/OR WOMAN BOTH CHOICE AND GRACE

 

Like it or not we all are what we are

We can choose our path, to the light or the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we choose to see

We choose to walk in and stay in the light or the dark

Not by accident, it is a choice that each of us make

 

 

I am what I am because I love the Son of God,

But do we love God more than the toys of man

We all sin daily for just like you, I am just a man

If I forgive, and hold not against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

 

 

Being a Man of God is an honor given

Not from our own righteousness, but grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

It is difficult to have the heart of a hawk

And yet to have the spirit of a dove

 

 

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed for

To have a soul full of God’s Spirit, love and Grace

Always willing to speak what you now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that you dare to speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is no life for the meek!

Poem Of Honor And Remembrance: 88 Tomorrow

88 TOMORROW

 

Mom, tomorrow you will be turning 88 in my heart and mind

At 69 a reckless driver did take your heartbeats away from us

In Mind, Heart and Soul your still with us every day we breathe

Your life here ended so quick I hope that you suffered no pain

10 Minutes before you left I got to speak with you one last time

 

Age gives humans certain handicaps, as it deteriorates our body

Wrinkles and physical infirmities do scar the face of our youth

We get declining strength and some of us even do go blind

The real crime of age though is when disease destroys our mind

For the memories of our loved ones smiles are what keeps me sane

 

Yet age does also give us glories like wisdom and vast maturity

Now Spiritual Maturity becomes how we discern ones true beauty

With age our Faith does grow strong along with judging fairer

You know I am no doubting Thomas, we will see each other again

Turning 88 Tomorrow, I still love you now as I loved you way back when

Religion, Personal Type Poem: Our Gifts To God

Our Gifts To God

 

Have I set my heart and Soul to the will of God

Have I not given my own gold and silver to the poor

My hands worked willingly for the constitution of good

Do our people rejoice, do we give of our riches willingly

Do we not know that all things we have, were first God’s

 

I tithe above the Pharisee’s and the Sadducee’s, is this not good

If we are blessed with wealth, can we go through the eye of a needle

The poor may bless our gifts but the Lord knows if our heart is pure

When the poor donate their last dollar the Lord sees their sacrifice

Rich and poor live and die, our kindness or greed, now The Lord judges

 

If we give to make a show of our ‘kindness’, we are as phony as our love

When we help the Church, friend or stranger remember to close your mouth

The Loud Mouth garners the adoration of men, and the anger of the Lord

When we give, do so quietly for what we do in secret the Lord rewards openly

Giving of our-self to God’s Grace with love we will be rewarded from Heaven above

(Theology Poem) Your Blood, My Sins

YOUR BLOOD, MY SINS

 

Lord, You bled and You died, for all the likes of me

My body and my Soul that was so filled with sins

Lord my only doubts has been my worthiness of Thee

Riches I have never sought yet in darkness I still walked

With Your love, Your blood, all barriers You’ve broken

 

Lord, Your Eyes, You have set upon the likes of me

Lord Your Blood does baptize both heart and Soul

My fears are diluted in Thy Holy Heart and Blood

I fear not this life nor the death that is soon to come

For my sins are washed in the Holy Blood of the Son