There are different types of women
As you may very well know
I am here to talk about her,
And her goodness I will show
A virtuous woman is
And talks of good things,
The joy of her love is strong,
And happiness it will bring
She works with her hands and
Takes good care of her home
She comforts her husband
When he is feeling alone.

She teaches her children and
Trains them very well
There is so much to be said
About a virtuous woman but
Not enough time to tell.
Proverb 18 and 22 said;
Whosoever finds a wife,
Which is a woman,
Find a good thing and obtain
Favor in the Lord;
They will remain together
Till death do them part.

A virtuous woman is not
Slothful in business
And serving the Lord
Doing wrong will not be
Found in her mind,
Or even in her heart.
Her husband trust her
Every step of the way,
He will never let her go
No matter what you say.

She dresses accordingly
To make her husband proud
She speaks with a gentle
Voice, not very loud.
She is always doing things to
Get her husband praise, sometimes
Just watching her
Will keep him so amazed.

A virtuous woman is strong
And worth more than
Rubies itself; and when
Her family hurt, she
Hurt more herself.
A woman shall be praised
If she is a woman that
Fear the Lord. A virtuous woman
Qualifies with mind, spirit,
Soul, and heart.

I finally decided to pick up my pen again
I don’t know where to start or where to begin
So much has happen since the last time I wrote
I manage to hold on, I manage to cope
I began to look around at the situation at hand
Trying to figure it out, trying hard to understand

On one side of me there’s this pain
And the other side bears so much rain
It’s hard to look up when the tears consonantly fall
It’s hard to feel big when you feel so small
The more my pen wrote the way that I feel
It put life into reality and I knew it was real
I couldn't handle the emotional state my pen brought
I couldn't handle the truth that entered my thoughts

So I gave up on writing and threw my pen away
Not knowing that these thoughts
Would come to mind again one day
I find myself setting here holding this pen
Tightly but firmly with all my strength in my hand
While my thoughts run freely like grains of sand
Afraid to write not knowing what will come out
Afraid to believe and afraid to even doubt

I vowed never to use this pen; never not again
It brings out the worse that suddenly has no end
I have to face the facts that no one quite
Understands me the way that my pen does
It shows me love and all the hatred in this world
If I fail to use my pen I will overflow with thoughts
Hidden from the truth and somehow forever lost
When I picked up my pen I realize it doesn't judge
It doesn't feed on hatred and never grant less love

So here I am with my pen working hard again
Putting thoughts on paper that simply has no end
May be my thoughts can help someone else
Maybe I’ll find me deep within myself
I don’t know what all this pen will say
Neither what it will tell me to write down today
I am anxious and my patient is wearing thin
Because I realize that in my hand
Here lies my pen once again.

Let this be the time of year
We try to love each other
Let this be a time to have
Forgiveness for our brother
Let’s put our heads together
And come up with a plan
Something that will bring
Peace throughout the land
Let us stand up and say
We love this country
Bring peace for everyone
We’re dying by the hundreds

Let this be a time that
Someone stand up and agree
That our country is the
Country of the free
Call on congress or
To the senate write a letter
Let them know that this
Time we will pull together

Let this be a time to stand
Up with dignity and pride
Let the world know we
Got freedom in our eyes
We can accomplish whatever
We set out to be
Let this be a time we
Stand together and AGREE!!!

Getting off work late
Round about nine O’clock
Running through the alley
Across from the parking lot
Three feet from my car
Someone grabbed me from behind
One man appeared
In front of me saying;
Don’t scream lady its fine

A strong arm around my neck
I found it hard to breathe
I found myself being dragged
Between two palm trees
Masks covered their eyes
Only their mouth did show
Why is this happening
I only wanted to know

“Please stop, Let me go!”
I don’t want your love
To do this selfish act
You got a lot of nerves.
A five minute pleasure
Turned into a life time of pain
I laid there on the ground
Telling myself I am to blame

All of my sorrow I
Could no longer hide
Dead and ashamed is
What I felt inside
Lying on the ground
I cried many tears
To have someone
Take my love
What else can I feel?

Nothing will ever be
The same
I could never explain
How stolen love
Left me lifeless
And brought about
A change
The whole time they
Stole from me
They thought it was a game

Now I spend most of my
Time looking in the mirror
Hating the person I see
Knowing that along the
Way I am no longer me

I cannot change what they
Stole from me that night
They never had permission
Nor did they have the right
If I had the power to change
One thing in my life;
It would be to skip the pain
That I endured that night

Looking through the kitchen
Window starring at the sky
Singing soft melodies
As the hour passes by
Snuggle beside my oven with
A cup of coffee in my hand
Watching the snowflakes fall
Like a blanket covering the land

The smell of pine aroma
Lingers in every room
And baking apple pies
All after noon
The smell of Christmas
Somehow fills the air
Lights twinkling on the tree
And toys everywhere

Friends and love ones
Sat down for a talk
With the holiday season
Embedded in their thought
Children around the fire
Place eating cookies, and
Drinking milk
Dad relaxing in his chair
After a long tiresome trip

The holiday season is
Bringing good cheer
And the smell of Christmas
Lingers near
On a cold winter morning
Drinking hot tomato soup
And a jolly old man in
His little red suit

Ham, potatoes, to
The table they bring
A feast so good, its
Fit for a king
Prayers and love
That fills the air
And the smell of
Christmas is everywhere.