They flowed easy the tears of her
In her core was a kindness’ river
With a heart of gold a love too pure
Her bags were full with pains to endure!

Married at teen and a widow too soon
Her youth dark dimmed an eclipsed moon
Dragged to abyss and feasted upon
Bereft a blood she could call her own!

A wonder her life though ravaged much
Growing not hard she broke to the touch
Would come to grief at others’ pain
Her cheeks overflowing in sobbing rain!

As a child I felt at a time now far
On one short span spent with her
When my innocence could easily tell
Neath her frame was an earthly angel!

Wasn’t a beggar returned from door
A stray unfed to die on the road
She was there with a saving aid
Her own life though was left unpaid!

As I write this rebel locked tears
Break floodgates of long lost years
Reveals from the mist a haloed face
Of an angel of love and godly grace!

A building of darkness

Fitted with opaque doors

***** curtains hangings

All lights are out

No place for light

I am one who was left alone

In this dangerous and fearful

of mind play

I only have one light

My wisdom which was
Covered with stupidity

Like a dim cloudy day

We each need to reach down and find out what our purpose is.
Whether we are teachers, writers, singers for our purpose is.
To use our gifts to Glorified our Creator and God Lord Christ.
To reach into our self's to see what gifts that Christ gave to us.
So that we can start using them everywhere that we may go.
Revealing to the world the things that he has done for us.
We do not need a stage to do this either, we can do it on the street.
We can exclaim to everyone whom passes us by the great things that he done.
Actually in Christ time on the earth, that was how the people he healed did it.

Thanks to God for my Redeemer,
Thanks for all Thou dost provide!
Thanks for times now but a memory,
Thanks for Jesus by my side!
Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime,
Thanks for dark and stormy fall!
Thanks for tears by now forgotten,
Thanks for peace within my soul!!!