A poem I wrote 6 years ago for the Hopewriters instagram writing challenge.
Speak to me lord for I am listening
My heart is an OPEN book and you are the author
I want my life to be your story
Because only your words are life giving water
Use me lord to write your words
I want to be OPEN
To share what I’ve learned
Because only you can save this broken and hurting world
© Tiffany Brown 2020
15 years ago I wrote a poem as part of a contest for K-LOVE. I created a video to read and posted it on YouTube! 😁
You ask me “Why Jesus?”
So here is my story
To thank him for what he’s done for me
And give him all the glory
I came before the Lord, broken & ashamed
My sins had made me dirty & left a crimson stain
But God in his infinite love already had a plan
To send his son to die on the cross
And save the souls of man
He welcomed me with open arms
And cleansed me, white as snow
His spirit is now within me
Wherever I may go
I found his promises are true
And his love will never cease
He is our counselor, mighty God
Everlasting Father & Prince of Peace
tabrownwv.home.blog/2019/09/16/tribute-to-my-grandfather/
Today would have been my grandfather’s birthday, so I wanted to repost this blog that I made with poems I wrote about him.
To my mother, Joyce
You are very special to me because you taught me what true love is supposed to be
You helped me through the good times and helped me through the bad
You were there for me when I was happy and you were there for me when I was sad
You never let me down when I needed you the most
Even when I was living 2000 miles on the west coast
You’ve taught me how to care and you taught me how to see that life isn’t as easy as it appears to be
You’ve taught me to believe in myself and have faith in the Lord above and to learn to spread my wings and fly like a dove
My life would not be complete without you here because with you in my life there’s nothing for me to fear
I love you very much and I hope you’ll always be around so that I can tell you just how much you mean to me
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Love, Tiffany Brown, 2001
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Just like moons and…
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46446/still-i-rise
This poem was in my email this morning and it’s one of my favorites from Maya Angelou, so I wanted to share it.
Tiffany Brown 
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