The Answer
By:
Nadja

When I think
about my life
I think about pain.
This can't be right,
Surely I should gain-

More than
disappointment,
Grief and dismay.
Oops, I almost forgot,
I really need to say -
Thank you Lord
For what you have
given me.
Let me search my soul
And find my destiny.

(c)Nadja
It's Amazing
By:
Nancy Zimmerman




I  find it very amazing, some
people want to take God  out
of "The Pledge of Alliegence"
and
the "Constitution" and now
they don't even allow prayer in
public schools,
We all need to live by
"The Golden Rule"
Just what do they think this
Country is all about ?

Only in America, could they get
away with this
This great country was
foundedbecause
Some of the British people
wanted
to escape King George
and some of
his religious practices,
They wanted to worship in
their own  way
Otherwise they would've
been better  off to stay

Instead of leaving Him out they
better start listening to Him
A Silent Prayer, it's sure no Sin
If they don't want to pray when
they bow their head,
Who's to know they
could be going
over their grocery list instead

As for me, I'll continue to pray,
whenever or wherever
I feel the need
I'm not ashamed of the
Lord,and I
hope He's not ashamed of me
So dear people,
if you ever see me
with my head bowed,
Don't stop and ask me if I'm ok,
I'm just talking to the Lord ,
you see,
And I'm praying for you


(c) Nancy Zimmerman
The Art of Mothering
By:
Pamela D. Sambola



This poem was originally written for
my mother, Mable E.
Jackson, on her birthday in 1985."


To some it was given the gift
to
use a skillful brush or pen.
Some were given the power
of influence
and leadership of men.
Still others have the ability
to lift their
voice and sing, but
Most precious is the one who
truly knows
-The Art of Mothering.

Not in it for the glamor or
glory,
nor for the great wages
earned.
Not even for the sheer
delight,
or for timely lessons learned.
These women have learned to
do without
and give every earthly thing
For those who are so
dependent upon
-The Art of Mothering.

So on this day we give thanks
to God for
this precious treasure given.
And to those who work
ceaselessly, and by
love-alone are driven.
Our love and appreciation
now, to you
we humbly bring.
For letting us reap the
benefits of the Art of
Mothering.

So often our mothers are the
victims
of impatience and neglect.
When really, we should be
giving
them our love and our
respect.
More honor is given for
other callings,
more praise for some other
thing.

BUT BLESSED IS THE ONE
WHO TRULY KNOWS-THE
ART OF MOTHERING.

To the Glory of God



  (c)  Pamela D.(Jackson)Sambola
 
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