Sweet As You Can Be

I know you’re not made out of bitter chocolate,
Or any sugar harvested from just any sugar cane,
For you’re sweeter than any confection I’ve tasted,
You’re sweetness must be flowing on through your veins.

You’re soft and juicy with a tinge of fruity tartness tasted,
When God made you my dear… no sweetness was spared,
Nothing at all was wasted.

I hope that you’ll come on down,
My Valentine’s candy conveyors’ line,
So that I can taste your sweetness,
And make YOU this years sweetest of Valentine.

By: Linda Winchell

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My Inspiration

You were my inspiration
to become who I am now.
You taught me how to believe in myself
you taught me with love, just how!

A life that seemed predestine
to fail and to fall.
Until you inspired my heart to sore!
to hear my inspirations call.

It may not have seemed a lot to you
when you were teaching me how to walk.
For I was crawling towards disasters failure
until you gave me that inspirational talk!

So thank you for what you've done
what you have touched off in my life!
You were my inspiration to succeed
And make better of what was my strife!

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Listen To Thine Enemy

Listen to thine enemy
They may have something for you to hear.
Don’t get angered and eternalize
Everything that was done or heard.

When anger gets the best of you
Go to God kneel in prayer.
For only He can overcome
Any anger that still is lurking there.

Nothing good comes out of anger
This has been proven of mankind
Time and time again!
Its part of mans past and present history
However, with God, anger always loses in the end.

So listen and embrace
Any enemies you may seem to have.
Thus showing God’s love and light from within
Producing hearts of past enemies

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Take Me Home Oh Father

Take me home oh Father, take me home,
For I've wandered this land You made alone.

No one understood of what I am,
Wasn't loved it seemed by beast or man.

Take me home oh Father, take me home,
My lifes' work seems over for me now.

I have done all You have asked of me,
Oh Dear Father do You hear my plea?

Take me home oh Father, take me home,
The pain is more than one can bare.

Take me home oh Father take me home,
To a place You promised if You care.

Take me home oh Father if You would,
For all my life I've tried to do what's good.

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My Joy Is In The Lord

My joy is in the Lord
If I’m waking or while I sleep.
I find His joy in everything
That joy I shall always seek to keep.

He fills my heart with a feeling of little bubbles
They’re bubbles of His Holy Spirit’s love.
My life I will give to only Him
For I seek His home above.

No other joy will man ever need
When you walk with Christ throughout your day.
Jesus was what the Father gave this world
He sent His Son who died, to save.

He walks amongst us guiding paths we walk
He shelters our spirit, from a blood stained cross.
Don’t let life ever take God’s joy away.
Walk with your Savior Jesus, walking with Him every day.

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I Want To Have

I want to have a heart that’s Holy
I want to have a heart tuned into God.
I want to have a heart that sends love
With each beating hearts muscle throb.

I want to have a heart of pure Mercy
For all of God’s children here on earth.
I want to have a heart of Joy in abundance
From which God’s power was Virgin birthed.

I want to have a heart of true compassion
That opens up for all in need.
I want to have a heart that spreads God’s word
In each word which planted seed.

I want to have a heart of Christ
That it beats but only for Him above.
I want to have a heart that is filled with Him
To bring to Him one day, to Heaven above.

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U.F.O. Sighting

Woke up one morning early
noticed it had been snowing all through the night.
But over in the side yard I'd spotted
a huge circle of brown grass, not white!

I ran and woke up my husband!
to come and see what I just did!
I told him it was made from a U.F.O
and that I was really possitive!

My husband said, 'honey
you must of had to much wine to drink! '
Because that's where the lid of the septics' located
the snow melted from the septic's heat!

Well I'm really not sure he's right you know
I'm still looking for a U.F.O. sighting one day!
And maybe I'll let them take me to their planet
that will show that smarty husband!
Then what will he have to say?

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Getting Married

You called to share your good news!
That your getting married, on March fourteenth!
You knew that is my Birthday?
who would, or could ever think?

That you would have both planned it that way
in some sort of honored memory to me dear.
I'm blessed to know you both love me that much
for your wedding day with me to share.

I remember the first day they handed
your little precious body over to me.
Born in another woman's womb
but always felt you were, a real part of me.

You grew up with such sweetness
that you have shared now with your wife to be
and I'm honored to be now a part of you both
on your wedding day, and My Birthday this March fourteenth.

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Green Bananas

Does anyone eat green bananas?
then why have them in the stores?
By the time you think of eating one ripe!
they're full of fruit flies, in the hundreds or maybe more!

My husband loves green bananas
he says, cause they're solid and much more flavorful.
I think they taste kind of green and bitter
with every green and bitter mouthful!

I wonder if monkeys eat them green?
Or do they also wait until they're ripe?
Just peeling them when they're green
leaves those long stringy things of white!

I've taken to freezing mine now
in plastic bags, for my daily protien shakes!
Now I don't have to worry about the ones that turn black!
From the green ones that I wouldn't take!

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Be Slow To Anger

Be slow to anger
And much quicker to love.
God didn't make mankind
To hate, hurt and our neighbors begrudge.

He gave each of us the holiest of gifts
Something we all posses.
And in our hearts, is where God’s love does its best.

So when you feel your anger building up inside
Go and give it to God, let in Him there reside.

His love is sufficient for all you see
He lives inside of you and me.
To bring mankind hope, joy and love
He gives it freely, from His Father God above.

It will smoother out any of anger's wrath
He will beat it up with the Holiest of bats!
He will beat it down, deep into the ground

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