Posts tagged ‘children’

Football Anyone?

Football Anyone?

Cowboys and the Packers-

It’s football, not a fight;

Dear friends are sitting together

To make America right.

Both have different views

About how our nation should be-

Each stand for what they believe in:

To keep America free.

Yet what is freedom really?

To force our views on others?

To truly go against what we want …

And hate our sisters and brothers?

Hate is such a strong word-

But isn’t that what we do?

We look past the beliefs,

And hate people for points of view.

Couldn’t we instead be like Jesus,

And listen to their heart…

And make America great again

With a brand new start?

Begin with a game of football-

Or something that fancies your delight;

Become friends sitting together

To make America right.


Eyes Of The Storm

Cut From The Same Cloth

Bags and Burns …S’up?

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Springing Up With Surprises

A Generational Treasure

Unchained Promise 

Unchained Promise 
Stand tall, shoulders back;

But I want to fall in your arms-

Growing up is quite remarkable!

But not without your sweet charms.
As a child, I held you close-

To scare the shadows away;

Stand tall shoulders back-

Never any room to play.
Teddy, I want to hold you close again;

To help me hold my shoulders back-

For the days I must stand tall;

When the shadows try to attack.
But I must keep you there, 

If i will ever grow up;

Never will I forget or leave you…

Knowing you’re mine is always enough.

Firm Foundation

Firm Foundation
A fist pounds – not a drum;

A foot kicks – not a ball;

Invisible bars hold me;

I’m up against a wall.
Emotions train the wild tiger

Guiding him when to attack…

I can see he feels trapped too-

God, help me to give back!
May I lift my hands to him;

This child who’s only four;

Teach him what compassion is-

To open the locked door. 
Remind me to surround him with prayer,

Instead of holding a grudge.

May I teach him how to rejoice with peace?

I need You to give me the nudge!
Then perhaps when his fists pound

He will be building up his home!

Kicking out what hurts him,

And never to be alone.

Dear Santa


My dad loved playing Santa, bringing joy to many ages: schools , nursing homes, friends and family. The boy upon his knee is himself as a child. I’m so thankful I was able to present this to him …. He soooo loved it ❤

High Noon

Wrest-full days, sleepless nights…Back to back with The Warrior; seizing what was once stolen…. Never once pondering the gentleness on which to lay my head, for those tiny eyes are so haunting with such the tender voice… If I sleep now, will His Kingdom fall?