HALFWAY TO DEATH

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Halfway to death

I feel your breath on my face

And I wonder why you could leave me

In such a lonely place

A place without hope

A place without laughter

A place where I wonder

How it will be in the hereafter

I hope you think of me

When you are gone

And when I hear the angel’s singing

I know you’re playing our song

Without a word

You leave me here to cry

And I think of how you didn’t

Have the chance to say goodbye

By Tiffany Brown

THE U IN JESUS

I got the following in an email and wanted to share! ūüôā

THE  U IN JESUS
Before  U were thought of or time had begun,
God  stuck U in the name of His Son.

And ¬†each time U pray, you’ll see it’s true,
You ¬†can’t spell out JesUs and not include U.

You’re ¬†a pretty big part of His wonderful name,
For ¬†U, He was born; that’s why He came.

And  His great love for U is the reason He died.
It  even takes U to spell crUcified.

Isn’t ¬†it thrilling and splendidly grand
He  rose from the dead, with U in His plan?

The  stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew,
And  this word resUrrection is spelled with a U.

When  JesUs left earth at His Upward ascension,
He  felt there was one thing He just had to  mention.

“Go ¬†into the world and tell them it’s true
That ¬†I love them all – Just like I love U.”

So  many great people are spelled with a U,
Don’t ¬†they have a right to know JesUs too?

It  all depends now on what U will do,
He’d ¬†like them to know,
But  it all starts with U.

~ Author Unknown ~

Cleaning Poem

I received this in an email today and thought it was cute.

Cleaning Poem

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I’d been ‘computering’,
And I had to answer ‘yes.’

He told me to get off my fanny
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up…
The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick…
I was just admiring my work.
I didn’t mean to ‘click.’

But click, I did, and oops I found
A real absorbing site.
That I got SO way into it.
I was into it all night.

Nothing’s changed except my mouse
It’s very, very shiny.
I guess my house will stay a mess…
While I sit here on my hiney.

My poem Lonely Souls

LONELY SOULS CRY TO BE NOTICED
BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE
THEY THINK THAT LIFE IS NOT WORTH LIVING
AND THAT NOTHING SEEMS FAIR
I WISH THAT I COULD HELP
SOME LOST AND LONELY SOULS
BUT I TOO HAVE PROBLEMS
THAT NO ONE ELSE KNOWS
I KEEP THEM LOCKED UP INSIDE
AND NEVER LET THEM GO
EVEN THOUGH I FEEL THE SAME
I WANT OTHERS TO KNOW
IF YOUR SOUL IS HURTAND LIFE SEEMS UNFAIR
THERE IS SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU VERY MUCH
AND WANTS TO LET YOU KNOW HE CARES
HE’S THE SON OF GOD
A VERY SPECIAL MAN
AND HE’S THERE FOR YOU
WHENEVER YOU NEED A HELPING HAND

Tiffany A.Brown 2001