Bits and Pieces of Poems

Bits and Pieces of Poems

He came down that we may have love.

My Lord is a lamp unto my feet and light

Unto my path.

I am convinced

Nothing can separate us

From the love of God

That is in Christ Jesus

Rockamy Soul in The Bosom of Abraham

Tenderly touch all my tendrils of love

Keep me from harm

As life forces the seeds and the bulbs

Of my innermost groers to bud

Let me water when needed

With your floods of compassion

Let me feed on that wisdom held grain

Let me rest in the arms of your justice

While your nurture doth was away pain

I have begun to give… Do thou begin to receive

Measure heaped up and flowing over

Falling on the floor

open wide your spirit to receive

His graces more and more

When we seek with spoon or cup

Tis not enough to fill us up

Open wide the gates He sayeth

He begins to give to pay us

His blessings to a hundredfold

Just as He foretold of old

Mary, with the laughing soul

Makes her dreams come true

Tends her needs and cares for others

While she’s loyal through and through

She takes a chance, (then takes another) or (two or three)

When she starts her life each day

She prays for courage when she falters

And love and trust to light the way

A helping hand she often gives

Grateful heart beats deep within

Encouragement and true compassion

To help the lost begin again.

Mary’s love of life’s infectious

Those who know her catch it, too (she loves are surely blest)

I’m so proud to be her mother

With Matt and Hannah, I’m loved best.

  

He begins a never ending

Flood of graces

While we’re tending

All the seeds that He has sown

And the crops that He has grown

In us in our hearts and spirit

So when He calls

His voice we hear it

I am knocking at your door

With all your sick and oceans more

Open your eyes behold the store

Open your selves that I may pour

All the fruits that you have tended

Into hearts which we have mended

Healing with our daily balm

Sustained when you have given alms

Of time and treasures, talent too

When I have called and beckoned you,

Freely I give – freely receive

All because- you have believed

Here’s my treasure rich and rare

Distribute it with loving care

To suit up and show up

And answer His call

If the 2.B. doesn’t signal

I won’t run with the ball.