Longing
The day when you know something great is coming. When peace resonates in the hearts longing.
Hope makes joy worth finding.
When nightmares are fought with daylight dreaming.
Your sleaves are pulled up to continue working.
You will see that dreams are worth the working & longing.
God will keep your heart and soul burning.
May your soul resemble lightening.
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Rain
Its only a little rain fall.
On a trees that are very tall.
Rain drops can fall.
On leaves that are so small.
Yet ruin or refresh who can tell.
I look up to see it all.
Rain drops are like tears.
They can remove or magnify your fears.
Weather can change before you can say swell.
Take the raindrops and tears because God will be with you still.
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Attic
Its just an old moldy attic.
You'll not see anything crazy or dramatic.
Its all just a real mess.
Take it from me its all just a bunch of stress.
I have to clean it from bottom to top.
Everytime I look around me the work is just begging me to stop.
Its hard trying to decide what has to be given away.
Everything just disappears any way.
Box after box and I still did not find my drawings all day.
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My best friend
God is my best friend.
You know hes even closer than a brother or a best friend.
He tells me my story wont have an end.
I can talk with him anytime.
He always listens to me.
He will never leave me.
I feel him working all day and night.
He is always interested in my plight.
He shines in my soul like a perpetual light.
He speaks to me through his word.
Its more powerful than any two edged sword.
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An ice skaters wish
Maybe by next winter.
I can put on my figure skates and start over.
I want to someday be that smiling figure skater.
I want my edges to be stronger.
My jumps will have to be higher.
My spins shall have more center.
Maybe I will be more graceful on the ice then ever.
I shall glide over the ice faster.
I will not be a time waster.
My coach will say well done you are now a dreamer and a doer.
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You
You took the candle out of the cake.
You don't know how to bake.
You can excuse it.
You took the water out of the lake.
You are a swimmer that made a mistake.
You can fix it.
You took the country out of the city.
You don't need my pity.
I know you can make it.
You took the checks out of the list.
Now your mind feels like its in the mist.
You can clear it.
No matter whats wrong.
God can make you strong.
You can solve it.
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Interesting
There are so many different types of interesting.
Maybe you were trying to use a euphemism.
Most people don't want to hear a dysphemism.
You might of thought it was irresistible.
Theres a opinion going around that it was unfashionable.
Maybe it was very very sad.
Oh no you didn't say is was very very bad.
No one got to hear anything except that it was very interesting.
Its too bad because you had so many types of interesting.
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Reader or writer
If you are a reader or a writer.
You should be a positive thinker.
You are more like a scientist observer.
Try to be an exact experimenter.
Nothing is too crazy to put on paper.
If you are a reader or a writer.
The reader is a wonderful dreamer.
The writer is a sincere worker.
Its lovely that both can be each other.
If you are a reader or a writer.
You should never say never.
So don't leave behind a book marker.
Make sure you have a word sharpener.
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Colors of the rose
A black rose holds back tears by blinking. You can never tell what a white rose is thinking. A yellow rose sends its sunny greeting. A pink rose holds innocence in every lining. If a red rose had hands it would open the door without knocking. To a purple rose I would say stop faking. A blue rose reminds me of blue jeans that need ironing. A orange rose has friendships without complaining. My green rose can't stop dreaming. Every rose describes a lot of longing.
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The game
He walks in a grey light.
He does possess loads of might.
He is always kind in a fight.
His style is his delight.
He plays with a football thats dark & white.
He runs so fast that his feet take flight.
He is always away at night.
He must fight in the light.
People admire his fair heart in a fight.
He is always on his game.
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