Don't Let The Sun Go Down
Don't let the sun go down on anger,
For its' darkness will never fade.
Anger eats at the Soul of man,
And sends us early graves.
God's Mercy and Love, shall set one free,
From the bonds of angers wrath.
Taking the scars of all mankind,
Placed in God's hand, for Him to graft.
Don't let the sun go down,
While the daylights still in view.
Forgive your fellow-man their sins,
And letting you sleep anew.
Follow Your Rainbow
Go and follow your rainbow
travel it from end to end.
Go see just what awaits you
in the colors of the beams it sends.
The reds and blues the greens and yellows
purple, orange and pinks.
There is every color God has made
all you could ever envision, or even think!
God's paint brushes dipped in colors
mixed and blended until just right.
Then He places a rainbow after every storm
each one, for mankind's hearts delight.
Heart Of Thorns
“God please place a thorn deep within my heart,
To seed itself inside,
That I might feel the pain of your inflictions,
The pain of sin that man tries so hard to hide.'
I need to remember daily Lord,
Of all the pain that you went through,
The pain you took so willingly,
That pain I never knew.
Place it as a test of my faithfulness,
My faithfulness to only you,
A reminder daily of what I need to know,
That reminder Lord… of only you.
By: Linda Winchell
Spring In The Air
How can it be, I'm smelling Spring in the air?
There's snow on the ground
and on the trees, everywhere!
Yet the smell of Spring
entered into a sniff of my nose.
As I stood at the sink
up the scent, of Spring had rose.
Is it my girlish heart?
that is wanting this so?
That I smell now it's freshness
in the morn of the air?
I'll keep looking for it
no matter how long it seems to take!
And eventually it will be here
four months of time, and Spring again will awake!
Adding Fuel To The Flame
When we play into the hands of anothers anger
We are only adding fuel to their flame.
And if it continues to burn out of control
Then who but yourself is really to blame?
It's what true anger feeds off!
Another's piling on more dry wood!
To fuel anger's flames my friend
Brings nothing but burnt feelings, not good!
Walk away, or snuff it's fire out!
Before it rages way out of control!
It is the only way you'll win anger's rage!
That battle of the fiery sparks one throws!
Have I lost you my child?
in the darkness of my wants?
To never feel your arms, embrace me once again.
Never to feast upon your eyes
to look deep, into the windows of your soul.
My child, where have I failed you?
What is my fate?
When shall I die?
of this sin I carry, within my empty womb?
My child, end this pain!
My child, forgive me of this sin, I know not of!
Farewell my child, for I am no more
emptiness has now replaced
my once joy-filled soul.
For I am no more, my child.
There Are Tricks In The Treats!
Been on a diet for most the year
now Halloweens around the corner.
Bought a bag of mini candy bars for the kids
but looked like, just what my weight Doctor ordered.
There seems to be a trick however, in these sugary treats!
For beneath those wrappers of chocolaty delights
comes more calories and fat with everyone I eat!
So I guess the tricks on me you see?
Thought I could get away with it.
Now I'll just have to pour them in a bowl
and let the Treaters enjoy, their candy sugary trick!
Green Eyed Monster
I met my Green eyed monster
while out the other night.
I thought I'd seen my husband
holding another woman to him tight!
I rushed on over to confront him
but when I got close to see
It was just my Green eyed monster
showing me things to trouble me.
The man and women glared at me
as if to say, 'What's Up? '
Embarassed that I even thought that he
could have ever done of such.
I rushed on home to my surprise
stood my husband to greet me at the door.
I never want to see that Green Eyed monster
In my minds eye evermore!
Take me back to Africa
where Hippos and Lions roam.
Where Giraffes and Zebra live in harmony
making Africa's tundra their life, their home.
Rains come not often to drench dry thirst of land
not as often as one would like.
Locus clouds plague the land
while devouring everything in sight.
Uglyness yet beauty of this land
only the stong can and will survive.
Scavenger birds picking bones clean
all that was hunted, killed and died.
Africa calling, this land inbred in me.
Just take me home to Africa
Africa's calling again to see.
Early Spring flowers,
Poke their tiny colored heads up from the ground,
But winter has not yet decided to leave,
For another week or two,
Old man winter will stick around.
Covering up flower's tender petals,
With its white fluffy form or morning dew,
Putting once more all fast asleep,
Those flowers that tried to spring out through.
Time enough for all of that,
Spring is around the corner to come,
When it will burst forth many fields of greens,
And flowers that bask in the daylight of Springtimes sun.
By: Linda Winchell