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Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever wondered if God answers prayers?
Have you ever wondered if God really cares?
Have you ever wondered why He makes you cry?
To make sure you know Jesus died.
Have you ever wondered if you dare
That He does answer your prayers.
He answers them every time
So keep yourself in line.
He answers you no matter how big or small
If you should care at all.
He answers every prayer
Because he takes the time to care.
God loves you no matter what you do or say
if he didn't you wouldn't be here today.
So if you should ever wonder again
Just listen up for him.
He will always be there because God does care
So send him all your prayers.
By Liz Bargabos
2000
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Who
Are You?
You are the twinkle
in my eyes in the evening
The radiance on
my face like the morning sun
Who are you?
You are the cool
serenity of contentment in the furrows of my mind
You calm the turbulence
that sneaks up from behind
Who are you?
You are the soft
caress …the quick little giggle, when I tickle
Your lips are so
soft and inviting
Your eyes do sparkle
and talk without breaking the silence
The silence of contentment
of just holding you close to me
Who are you?
You are the beauty
that I see when I look down at the pillow
and see the peaceful
smile peeking out…
Peeking out hand
in hand with the sparkle of your eyes
All framed with
locks of blond/brunette hair
Who are you?
You are so tender
and caring and yet have the heart of a lioness
So young at heart
that it gives me a start
Who are you?
You are the one
I can talk to and feel good and comfortable with
The one I like to
listen to music with
the one I want to
spend time with
Even if it’s time
doing nothing
Nothing but relaxing
Who are you?
Keep me close to
your heart and let us explore
explore each other
and life together
You are the one
that makes me want to live life to the fullest
Do things, see things,
feel again
You know who you
are
You are my Kitten,
and the catnip in my life
Hold on to me…I
would never treat you wrong
Hold on to me…and
I will sing you my song
My song of love
and life
It is a duet ….you
won’t go wrong
Written by Terry
Night
As the sun gets low,
and changes color from
yellow to red,
I start to think it’s
time for bed.
As evening sneaks up
and the day slows down,
I can’t help but
think of you, wishing I was there,
With my arms wrapped
round and round.
To hold you close, that
is what I’d like.
To hold you tight till
the sun chases away the night.
With your head on my
shoulder and your breath on my neck,
I dream of making love
and whispering …
whispering to you Kitten,
how I feel…
To run my fingers through
your hair,
and look into the eyes
of my kitten so fair.
To kiss you slowly and
hold you there,
would make my night,
oh so rare.
My heart does flutter
when I think about you
Are you a dream that’s
going to come true?
I really hope so, but
feel I’ve lost …
I may have lost you but
I still have my dreams
I want to go to sleep
and dream,
So I can hold my kitten
and be with her again.
And when I wake, I look
at the sun
Thinking how long it’ll
be
till the color changes
from yellow to red
and the time when I can
go back to bed
Then I can be with my
kitten again,
To hold and be held by
my dreams again
Written by Terry
My Only One
I miss you…
I just… can’t resist you.
I need you like the sun needs
the day.
Oh please, won't you come back
again?
Line by line, so many pages I write.
I can't find the words ...
To tell you how I feel tonight.
Without you, my heart would fade
away.
I need you like the sun needs
the day.
Because you are my only one ...
With all that we've been through.
Each step that I take, it leads
me back to you.
I am the lucky one ...
Because right here in this place
The light in your face ...
Is brighter than the sun.
Oh Baby, you are ... my only
one.
Come out; come closer with a smile.
Lay your weary head to rest awhile.
Your love is like the wind that
fills my sails.
Your touch would give me faith
that never fails.
Cause you are my only one ...
With all that we've been through.
Each step that I take, it leads
me back to you.
I am the lucky one ...
Because right here in this place,
The light in your face ...
Is brighter than the sun.
Oh Baby, you are ... my only
one.
My only one....my only one!!!!
By Darle
MY ANGEL BABY
When walking through the pink twilight
of my dreams ...
And kicking sand along the beach
with you, it seems ...
That saving all those last dances
and kisses for you
Will surely make my dreams come
true.
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Heaven on earth, when shadows
fall ...
You're waiting for me ...
To kiss my lips ...
And love me tenderly.
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A cotton-candy colored sky means
everything is all right.
I close my eyes and drift into
love's delight.
It only happens in my dreams
-- these beautiful dreams ...
My dreams of you!
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In dreams, I walk with you.
In dreams, I talk with you.
In dreams, you're mine - all
of the time.
In beautiful dreams ...
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Just before dawn, I awake to
find you gone.
Sadly your memory lingers like
a song.
Somehow I know our love will
endure.
How can it not? .. It is so hopelessly
pure.
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You are the angel I've found
to show me heaven on earth.
The stars all shine in your eyes.
And for what it's worth...
You only need to speak my name
...
And I find that I am in heaven
again.
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In dreams, I walk with you.
In dreams, I talk with you.
In dreams, you're mine - all
of the time.
In beautiful dreams!
(By Darle)
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ETERNAL
INK
(the actual
account of a dream)
By Craig
F. Pitts
I dreamed I was
in heaven
Where an
angel kept God's book.
He was writing
so intently
I just had
to take a look.
It was not, at
first, his writing
That made
me stop and think
But the fluid
in the bottle
That was
marked eternal ink.
This ink was
most amazing,
Dark black
upon his blotter
But as it
touched the parchment
It became
as clear as water.
The angel kept
on writing,
But as quickly
as a wink
The words
were disappearing
With that
strange eternal ink.
The angel took
no notice,
But kept
writing on and on.
He turned
each page and filled it
Till all
its space was gone.
I thought he
wrote to no avail,
His efforts
were so vain
For he wrote
a thousand pages
That he'd
never read again.
And as I watched
and wondered that
This awesome
sight was mine,
I actually
saw a word stay black
As it dried
upon the line.
The angel wrote
and I thought I saw
A look of
satisfaction.
At last he
had some print to show
For all his
earnest action.
A line or two
dried dark and stayed
As black
as black can be,
But strangely
the next paragraph
Became invisible
to see.
The book was
getting fuller,
The angel's
records true,
But most
of it was blank, with
Just a few
words coming through.
I knew there
was some reason,
But as hard
as I could think,
I couldn't
grasp the significance
Of that eternal
ink.
The mystery burned
within me,
And I finally
dared to ask
The angel
to explain to me
Of his amazing
task.
And what I heard
was frightful
As the angel
turned his head.
He looked
directly at me,
And this
is what he said...
I know you stand
and wonder
At what my
writing's worth
But God has
told me to record
The lives
of those on earth.
The book that
I am filling
Is an accurate
account
Of every
word and action
And to what
they do amount.
And since you
have been watching
I must tell
you what is true;
The details
of my journal
Are the strict
accounts of YOU.
The Lord asked
me to watch you
As each day
you worked and played.
I saw you
as you went to church,
I saw you
as you prayed.
But I was told
to document
Your life
through all the week.
I wrote when
you were proud and bold,
I wrote when
you were meek.
I recorded all
your attitudes
Whether they
were good or bad.
I was sorry
that I had to write
The things
that make God sad.
So now I'll tell
the wonder
Of this eternal
ink,
For the reason
for its mystery
Should make
you stop and think.
This ink that
God created
To help me
keep my journal
Will only
keep a record of
Things that
are eternal.
So much of life
is wasted
On things
that matter not
So instead
of my erasing,
Smudging
ink and ugly blot.
I just keep writing
faithfully and
Let the ink
do all the rest
For it is
able to decide
What's useless
and what's best.
And God ordained
that as I write
Of all you
do and say
Your deeds
that count for nothing
Will just
disappear away.
When books are
opened someday,
As sure as
heaven is true;
The Lord's
eternal ink will tell
What mattered
most to you.
If you just lived
to please yourself
The pages
will be bare,
And God will
issue no reward
For you when
you get there.
In fact, you'll
be embarrassed,
You will
hang your head in shame
Because you
did not give yourself
In love to
Jesus' Name.
Yet maybe there
will be a few
Recorded
lines that stayed
That showed
the times you truly cared,
Sincerely
loved and prayed.
But you will
always wonder
As you enter
heaven's door
How much
more glad you would have been
If only you'd
done more.
For I record
as God sees,
I don't stop
to even think
Because the
truth is written
With God's
eternal ink.
When I heard
the angel's story
I fell down
and wept and cried
For as yet
I still was dreaming
I hadn't
really died.
And I said: O
angel tell the Lord
That soon
as I awake
I'll live
my life for Jesus-
I'll do all
for His dear sake.
I'll give in
full surrender;
I'll do all
He wants me to;
I'll turn
my back on self and sin
And whatever
isn't true.
And though the
way seems long and rough
I promise
to endure.
I'm determined
to pursue the things
That are
holy, clean and pure.
With Jesus as
my helper,
I will win
lost souls to Thee,
For I know
that they will live with Christ
For all eternity.
And that's what
really matters
When my life
on earth is gone
That I will
stand before the Lord
And hear
Him say, well done.
For is it really
worth it
As my life
lies at the brink?
And I realize
that God keeps books
With His
eternal ink.
Should all my
life be focused
On things
that turn to dust?
From this
point on I'll serve the Lord;
I can, I
will, I must!
I will NOT send
blank pages
Up to God's
majestic throne
For where
that record's going now
Is my eternal
home.
I'm giving all
to Jesus
I now have
seen the link
For I saw
an angel write my life
With God's
eternal ink
A
minister passing through his church
in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.
Just
then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His
shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.
In
the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well,
the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"
The
old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
"I
stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
"I
JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY.."
The
minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.
Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.
His
cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:
"I
JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."
Past
noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some.
At
the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
The
week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The
head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
The
minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking
surprised, old Jim spoke
up and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while everyday at noon
He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
"I
JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS
CHECKING IN TODAY."
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this blesses you, pass it on .
Many people will walk in and out of your life,
but only true friends will leave
footprints in your heart.
May
God hold you in the palm of His hand
and Angels watch over
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