My Child, Do You Remember Me?

My child, do you remember me?
We met so long ago.
You were formed inside my womb,
yet never allowed to grow.

I never got to see your face,
or hold you in my arms.
I pray someday you’ll understand–
I never meant you harm.

I missed playing peek-a-boo
and going to the park.
I missed holding you in my lap
when you were afraid of the dark.

I missed your pretty pictures
of rainbows in the sky.
I missed the cards on Mother’s Day-
the kind that make you cry.

I missed you learning to ride a bike
and your first dive into the pool.
I missed your every summertime
and your every first day of school.

I missed your every birthday
and watching you grow each year.
I missed saying “I love you”
and showing how much I care.

My child, will you forgive me
for the life I stole from you?
Will you know the tears I’ve shed
for that child I never knew?

I know you’re in a better place,
and someday, I’ll meet you there.
For Jesus has forgiven me,
my sin, I no longer bear.

My child, will you remember me
on that day we meet again?
Will you even know my face
or wonder where I’ve been?

“Yes Mother, I remember you;
we met so long ago.
Why I could not stay with you,
I really do not know.”

“Come with me and meet the Lord,”
my child will smile and say.
“I’ll take your hand and lead you there,
for He’ll wash your tears away.”

Finally, I’ll approach His throne,
my sins as white as snow,
and He’ll hold me tight and say to me,
“My child, welcome home.”

Vicki Courtney ©1995

My Spineless Power

Sometimes I’m honest, but I usually taint my words with lies
At some point, every person has been affected by me
I will make you doubt the character of innocent people
And I will make others doubt the character of you

I am often colored with the green of envy
And I usually thrive on creating drama
I refuse to look into the heart of a person
But, instead, I strive to find their faults

Some people believe me, but nobody trusts me
Even though I act tough, in reality, I am spineless
Because of this, I will try to break up relationships
And tear down friendships, all in a single day

I don’t care about age or nationality
Gender and financial status mean nothing to me
I seek to devour everything in my path
I long to destroy the spirits of those nearby

If you allow me,
I will someday destroy your spirit, too
It’s up to you to learn to rise above.
I am Gossip

By Davonne Parks

His Plan
Psalm 139:13-18a (NASB)

For You formed my inward parts;
You wove me in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Wonderful are Your works,
And my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth;

Your eyes have seen my unformed substance;
And in our book were all written
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them.

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand

- King David

Blue-Eyed Girl

A million tears run down her face
with all the fears that have yet to fade.
She wanted him to know
but she hasn’t yet to show.

Sitting in the sun, blue eyes crying.
Trying so hard to fake all her smiles.
She finally breaks down,
can’t move, all frowns.

Crying her heart out,
she has no where to turn.
With no one there to help her,
no one to care.

People walking by
looking her into the eyes.
Stopping, staring,
they don’t know what she has to hide.

Morning to night,
she puts up the fight to be strong.
Trying to move along with life
but it seems so hard.

Finding a new faith in God,
from day to night she prays.
She holds her head up high, thinking of the hope she has,
knowing something better will come her way.

The days go by and all the tears are gone.
She looks up into the sky thanking Him for all that He has done.
New tears of freedom and happiness run down her face, all the pain is gone.
All things happen in His time.

By Michelle Jane

I owe it all to Him

The One who gave it all for me,
So I could have a hope;
Forgave my sins and set me free-
The Anchor on my rope.

The only One who keeps me sane
When I don’t know what to do;
He can always ease the pain,
He helps me see the truth.

I often fail and wonder how
He still loves me so;
Inside, He sees that I mean well;
He sees my heart, I know.

Sometimes it seems my weaknesses
Throw failure in my face.
But deep inside, my Rock, my Strength,
reassures me of His grace.

It hurts to admit, after all He’s done,
That I could do so much more.
Dear God, I ask You, open my eyes;
Help me see those doors.

A stranger, a friend –anyone–
I know they aren’t just people;
Someone must tell them of God;
If I don’t try, who’ll teach them?

It feels like I’m against myself;
I know what I should do.
But still my fears would hold me back,
I don’t have the strength, it’s true.

But I will never cease to pray,
He’ll pull me ever through.
He’s paid the price; I’m here to serve;
Jesus, I owe it all to You.

By Hannah Smith

Wake Up America

Oh, God, wake up America, the land of the free
And help her to remember that her strength lies in thee.
If her people Your guidance in all things they do seek
Then as a nation “under God” they will never be found weak.

Strong as a people, united they will stand
If Your laws are upheld all over this great land.
Yes, “Righteousness exalts a nation” the Holy Book does say,
But “Sin is a disgrace,” so for righteousness let us pray.

May we never forget who it was that made us great
And turn our hearts back to God before it is too late.
The most powerful nation on earth may someday cease to be
If its people turn their backs on the strength that made them free.

May we truly uphold our motto, “In God Do We Trust,”
And do away with greed and selfishness, our idols, and our lust.
As you wave that flag of freedom held high so all can see
Live so that God does bless America, and keeps this land forever free.

Gaylord E. Gardner Jr.

July 4, 2005

As soft as the flowers blooming in springtime,
With the wonderful, surprisingly sweet smell of the evening,
And with the waterfall splashing into the river
It makes me feel like a butterfly fluttering softly through the trees.

By Davonne Parks, written at age 14

Have you ever?

Have you ever wondered who made the river run?
Or who put the sky in front of the sun?
Who made the grass green,
Or the birds sing?

Who put the stars next to the moon,
Making the evening end so soon?
Or who made the flowers scent
As pretty as a peppermint?

Have you ever wondered who made the sound of someone’s laugh
As refreshing as a clear water glass?
Or who made it possible to love
Something as simple as a beautiful white dove?

Who gave us the hope to trust
And love, and do as one must?
Who gave us peace of mind,
Not knowing what we may find?

There’s only one answer
Only one hope, one love
One joy, one faith, one Truth
Only one God.

By Davonne Parks, written at age 12

I AM

I am a teenage girl.
I wonder who it is I am intended to spend the rest of my life with.
I hear my heart pounding in my ears so loudly it is deafening.
I can see myself and, at the same time, wonder how others see me.
I want to live a fulfilling life and, when I die, to be with my Maker for all eternity.
I am a teenage girl.

I pretend that I am a well known writer.
I feel the pressure of succeeding weighing heavily on my heart.
I touch the moon, feeling it slip slowly through my fingertips.
I worry that I will not complete the work in this world that I was meant to complete.
I cry when I think of something someone did for me, so I may have the hope of eternal life.
I am a teenage girl.

I understand the pain of losing someone close to you.
I say there is a perfect plan for everyone on this earth, myself included.
I dream of one day touching the stars.
I try to make others feel happy, just by knowing someone cares.
I hope that one day I will have a beautiful family.
I am a teenage girl.
But, more importantly, I am me.

By Davonne Parks, written at age 14