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 Apr 2017 Evelin Geronimo
Jawad
Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a dream, where you are not
Doing beautiful things, like
Shine
Smile
Dance
Sing
                                     ­      ...a love song.

Nothing aches my core harder
Than to wake up in the night
And not finding you there to
Kiss
Touch
Smell
Say
                               ...I’m sorry.


Nothing seems more unreal than
Starting my day without you
Being there to talk about
Life
Hope
How
Much
                                            .­..I need you.
Having her not in my life seems like a dream, whether I am sleeping, half-awake, or living my day.

In responding to valerie's prompt about dreams.
tonight, breeze
of rose,

tide, sweet
river brightened,
falling into the dark,

our love, the
breeze's ghost,
running from
the sun that
slipped away,

leaves in
flight on the
trees, tireless
and wordless,
murmuring
of summer
dreams and
crazy love,

high tide,
the sea's breath
lowering
the sky,
silver cloud
and moon-onyx,

our love,
tonight,
where the night is....

where the night is
a sweetened breeze,

where the night is
the dark, daring
us to go on,

to wait forever....
for the silvery
whispers of the
night to
sigh
for love.
Come lay beside me;
Let's dream of stars together,
And kiss sweetheart love
xoxo
There was a man from England
In truth a man of God
Wigglesworth's a funny name
And he was a little odd.

He earned his keep as plumber
Worked hard to learn the trade
But he knew a man named Jesus
So he HEALED and souls were saved!
There were even some occasions
Where he brought folks from the grave.

He was not a man of letters
Could not read till 23
But he always had a love for God
As humble as can be
He had great compassion
Would set the captives free!

Before his ministry began
He wanted to be pure
He would lock himself behind closed doors
The Lord worked out his flaws
He was of a different age
But his memory endures

Everywhere that man went
The people flocked around
The lame could walk! The blind could see!
The meetings holy ground!

He was not a Methodist
Episcopal at all
But he went to those churches
When he received a call
He believed in Pentecost
And he brought a Spirit fall

Everything he did in life
Was for his love for Christ
He gave all his money
For missions - at great price
He couldn't even spell
But no action was a waste

Powerfully written
His books sold round the earth
"EVER INCREASING FAITH"
To this day has worth

Oh! That we'd have his faith now!
Here in the U.S.
But WE worship MONEY
So we are in distress
We worship self and worldly gain
And our lives are a mess

Take me, OH! My precious Lord!
Pull me from this mire!
I want to be a Wigglesworth...
To THIS cause I ASPIRE!
Give me his compassion
The tears! In ME INSPIRE!
For years I have been waiting
You've tried me in the fire!
I want ever more of YOU!
Jesus! Take me higher!

Yes! I have the willingness
Yes! I'll build my faith
But will I stick to it?
For that is what it takes!

There was a man in England
His first name was Smith
And there's scarce a man today
Who can match his gifts.

We haven't the willingness
All WE want are perks
Scarce a "workman of today

Who'll roll up sleeves and WORK.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2016
Smith Wigglesworth
8 June 1859 - 12 March 1947

He wanted to base his missions
On the spirit of Pentecost -
The first Apistolic Churches

He healed and saved souls
everywhere he went
like a spiritual magnet
There are manifestations like his
In other countries. But it doesn't
happen much in America. Tragic!
Poetry is all about Rhythm and Rhyme
Prose has no Metrical
Chime
Creative Dexterity in both ,
Aimed
Expressions through words ,
Well Framed


The Sun is a Star
       And
It Shines so Bright

The Moon is Magnetic
And
With a Reflective Light
Yet  to Eclipses
None Immune .

Life is Full Of
Ups and Downs
With
New Lessons  to be Learned
In the End  :)
Trying to keep up with the theme of different yet alike .
A bubble inside,
Beauty of voids over scars,
Replaces my heart
Follow Ty Harrell

— The End —