How
do you erase
the demanding thoughts
that float around
your mind

How
do you stop
the howling wolves
that run around
your head

How
do you dim
the frightening scenes
that replay in
your eyes

How
do you release
the haunting cries
that reside in
your heart

How
do you forget
the grueling monster
that lives in
your soul

He went to war,
A flag came back.
And with a last, dying breath,
He cried your name.

If one is to love unconditionally,
Without being loved back,
And without justification,
What is the point of love?

He has fallen past my reach,
With no where to turn.
Bullet wound turns a crimson red,
Shrapnel covers your face..

Vision gets dizzy,
Legs get heavy.
You fall.
You went to war, and a flag came back.

Once upon a time, I found that love of mine.
It was in his eye's and in his touch,
without a doubt we loved so much.

As time went on our love grew strong,
we knew where we belonged.
We danced and played and made each day
a memory with our songs.

I surely wasn't ready, the day God called
him home. I wanted to go with him, I
can't bare to breath alone.

Six years has come and gone so fast,
but still my heart feels empty. I know it's
time to let someone in, but how do I let
go of our dance?

A kind man asked for my heart today,
I wanted to turn and run away.
If he looks in my eye's he may see my soul,
my pain that's hidden within.

Or was this man so kind and gentle sent
here for a reason? Should I give this man my
broken heart and see if it feels pleasing.

I couldn't bare to go through this again,
my heart would just stop beating.


By Bevi Jean

Don't matter who you are,
or how much money you make.
Don't matter if you tithe each Sunday,
God can see a fake.

When people know how much you give,
or just how much you've done,
it's hard to call that humble when your
bragging to your son.

If people turn and walk away, you can bet
they have good reason.
God want's us all to be the best we can
and get away from those unpleasing.

I won't raise my voice in anger,
or even scream or shout.
I realize I'm not perfect, yet you don't need
to point that out.

God know's he still has much to teach me,
but my hearts in the right place.
When all is said and done for us,
your money you can't take!


By Bevi Jean

Like a treasure hidden deep inside.
only one man could reach it though
others have tried. Your words may come
easy, yet I'll be no fool. This heart will
stay guarded, till I feel loves pull.

A man of strength and deep compassion,
holds the key to love everlasting. It will
be in his eyes, on his face and forever
in my warm embrace.

For a true man of honor with grit to his stride,
I'll be waiting well guarded with my treasure
inside.


By Bevi Jean