A MOMMY’S LOVE

I awoke one morn’ with thoughts of you on a beautiful, sunny day.
A gentle whisper in my ear: “There’s so much that you need to say.”
So I took the time to write them down, for words get lost if they’re not found.
Like treasured memoirs kept around, they must be gathered, laced and bound

As I peeked inside the days gone by, a younger me I see.
She’s looking up to one she loves and you’re looking down at me.
You looked oh so lovely standing there as you oh so gently brushed my hair,
You smiled at me and kissed my face and I felt your love there in that place.

I stopped to think of all you gave throughout my growing years.
I told myself that I’ve been blessed and I wiped away the tears.
For a mother’s love, well, most will see but a Mommy’s Love is rare, indeed.
She takes a child, whom God does give, and grows a heart where Love can live.

I reflect upon this present day and the little ones I see.
As I’m smiling down on the ones I love, they’re looking up at me.
So, I brush their hair and I kiss their face and give Mommy’s Love here in this place.
I model all the things you do for I’m trying hard to be like you.

Your love is a peaceful haven… You’re a garden forever green,
Your air is sweet, your grass is soft, your beauty is eternally seen.
You’re my warming place when the wind blows cold, you’re a gate always opened wide,
Your lap is where I lay my head as your heart says, “Come inside.”

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AN EMBROIDERED LOVE

On Love’s Satin Pillow, where I lay my head,
Your fragrance is found at the crown of my bed.
Laced with our thoughts and the dreams we keep nigh,
You coddle the prayers that we’ve tucked deep inside
With borders that strengthen and fabric refined,
With measure that’s lengthened and a touch that’s divine.
To retrieve and receive is your only desire
When there’s peace that I need or when rest I require.

On Love’s Satin Pillow, where I lay my head,
Lies the heart of my true Love for there I am led
When hard, lofty places set high – yet are small –
Cause me to stumble, you cushion my fall.
Positioning firmly, you nestle me there.
While beckoning softly, you ask me to share.
You drink in my sorrows and capture my tears.
You’re a snuggle away from my whispering fears.

On Love’s Satin Pillow, where I lay my head,
I speak forth the promise through words that you’ve said.
Your presence beside me as we kneel to pray
Gives rise to the challenge set before us each day.
And when I am weary, when my day is through,
I reach for what comforts, and only you’ll do.
Then deeply embroidered, your message is found:
“My Love Is Your Pillow, Come Lay Your Head Down.”

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THE PROMISE (An Ode To Marriage)

I am inspired by the Promise you bring to my life.
I am committed to the Promise that I bring to yours.
I am motivated by the Promise that we make to each other.
I am bound by the Promise that we make to God.

I Promise to love you always…
To teach you as I am to learn from you.
To praise you as I am to admonish you.
To respect you as I am to accept you.
To support you as I am to lean on you.
To see into you as I am to look past you.
To honor you as I am to forgive you.

I Promise to remember always…
I am your loving friend.
I am your faithful lover.
I am your devoted spouse.
I am all that we are together as we are now one.
For as long as there is you, I am.

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THE EYES IN THE SKIES ( A Mother’s Prayer)

As your probing eyes gazed up at skies:
“Are there angels looking down?”
Now your thoughts of play are tucked away
And quiet is the sound.

On streets once made of Sesame:
“See, I can tie my shoe!”
Your dress-up play is gone today,
Your ninja turtles, too!

Childhood stories read aloud,
As precious as can be.
If I could find my way through time,
I’d bring you home to me.

Sweet kisses followed bedtime prayers
With “Love you” hugs so tight.
I held you close and dried your tears
And tried to make it right.

So now, I lay me down to sleep,
I bow my head and then I weep:
“Hush my fears, don’t say a word
For a mother’s prayers are always heard.”

You are Mommy’s little helper –
With energy and spark,
Uniquely wound with life abound,
You’re sure to make your mark.

You are Mommy’s little big man –
Your growing strong and tall.
You’re building dreams from simple things
With a mind that masters all.

You are Mommy’s little sunshine,
such A bright and shining star.
when you Find your way, you’ll never stray
and your light will travel far.

As probing Eyes from above the skies
See my tears that are falling down:
“Your dreams today are just prayers away,
So quiet now the sound.”

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THE SECRET PLACE

There is a place where I retreat…
Where sorrow’s cry meets joy and peace…
All tears subside and woes must cease…
In my Secret Place.

A fragrant breeze blows gently there…
It runs its fingers through my hair…
The floral blooms entice the air…
In my Secret Place.

For there is the only place I know
Where wars are won and triumphs flow
On bended knees for friend and foe
In my Secret Place.

No pain I feel, though Blood I see…
My spirit soars, my soul runs free…
A gift of Love for eternity…
In my Secret Place.

Now when I’m there, let truth be told,
Someone’s dancing with my soul
and lovingly He takes a hold
In my Secret Place.

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WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN THE LORD CALLS YOUR NAME?

What will you do when the Lord calls your name?
Will you rise to the task or allow faith to wane?
The life you have lived has prepared you for this…
Your failures, your triumphs – see, nothing was missed.

God paved a path to the road that’s at hand.
Now, allow Him to guide you then follow His plan.
Don’t doubt that He speaks if you can’t hear a sound.
Seek Him in faith through His Word where He’s found.

Will you choose to accept what He’s deemed from the start?
Will you choose to live life as a soul set apart?
A job has been given. There is much work to do.
There’s a call on your life. The assignment’s for you.

What will you do when the Lord calls your name?
What will you sacrifice? What will you gain?
Of all He has called, there are none great or small
Who would give up their life for the lives of us all.

Now reflect, if you will, on the call of His Son,
Why His life here was lived, what His death here has won.

What did He do with the call that He faced?
He bore all your sin then He died in your place.

He answered the call for He knew of this day.
Now the question is yours as you ponder which way.
As the fight of your life is now waiting at hand,
Know He’s already won, so believe and just stand!

He called out to Adam to answer for Eve. He was called to account although she was deceived.
The Lord called on Gideon, despite fear and doubt,  who faithfully, patiently led Israel out.
He called out to Ruth who was seeking new life, then called out to Boaz to make her his wife.
He called out to Hannah, who cried for a son. Of the greatest of prophets, Samuel was one.

He called out to David and a kingdom he gained. He called his son Solomon and with wisdom he reined.
He called out to Ezra who planted good seed. He called Nehemiah then moved him to lead.
The Lord called on Esther, whose beauty was great, and used her to save all God’s people from fate.
From Job, to the prophets and all the way through, to disciples of Jesus – yes, you are called too.

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THE FATHERS CALL

His wayward child is summoned
From the sin that hid his face.
Unspoken words are clearly heard
And His child returns in haste.

As shame resides in remorseful eyes,
He is lifted from his fall.
And His child draws near for it is Love he hears
In the voice of the Father’s call.

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