There is this part of me that cries
As tales of sadness doth arise
Or when someone has a great need
To find some peace or to succeed.
We’ll seek a measure to impart
Our loving help for ailing heart
Perhaps one moment to remind
Each other that we should be kind.
There are these special words we’ll keep
That as ye sow thus shall ye reap
Always remember He’ll be there
To help us each our burden bear !
With all her hair piled on her head
Her cheeks so pink, her lips true red
Her running shorts cut at the thigh
With measured trot while passing by.
She is a picture of content
Angelic smile from heaven sent
As daily I observe her pass
From my front window’s pane of glass.
Her running shoes and steady pace
Are ne’er distracted by each race
She’s happy jogging every street
Controling life while on her feet !
Of all the evils that exist
That constant are and do persist
The worst of these remain to date
Those filled with unrelenting hate.
Oh what a sadness that must be
The cost of anger’s never free
And leaves an emptiness inside
That sometimes is too hard to hide.
Perhaps these feelings do abate
Oft times occuring far too late
It seems we’ve no solution there
Our only hope is God and prayer !
My heart has cried too many tears
Through all those lean and lonely years
When God alone was my one hope
The only way I learned to cope.
I can’t forget He helped me through
Sad days that were both grim and blue
Without His love there’s no success
And life can be too full of stress.
I’m glad that He was always there
To lift my pain, my burdens share
I know that I am not alone
God is my Rock, my healing stone !
I cannot bear to see your pain
And need to help you heal again
I do not truly understand
But mean to stay close by your hand.
One simple wish I’ll try to fill
To strive to keep you safe until
Angels appear upon the scene
And God has time to intervene !
The winter winds blow fierce and wild
The branches heaped the snow is piled
The air is brisk and cold and chill
It numbs the mind and bends the will.
Oh winter wind of strong repute
Tower of strength one can’t dispute
For God to you has power given
To freeze the very air of heav’n.
We beg you now to use your gift
To help us heal and change and lift.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 