This Guest--a Hero
THIS GUEST....A HERO
I've stood beside a hero
For nigh almost a year
His Faith is ever growing
And to me, he shows No Fear.
He's sure that life is ending
But He's living it his best.
He laughs and jokes to cheer others
For by the Father, He is blessed.
His poetry is inspiring
For in the Father he believes,
Spreading there the Father's word
Great blessings he receives.
Each day he shares a message
Each day he shares a joke.
He'll not complain, he's dying,
He'll just act like other folk.
To me He is so special
For through his eyes I can see
That special place in Heaven
That awaits the likes of me.
And now he pulls away from us
To spare that grief that we do share
But, I know, When I get to Heaven
I will, most surely, see him there.
Blessings my friend.
May God do for you
What you have done for others!
Love You!
Author: Carol Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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My Stairway
MY STAIRWAY
There is a stairway
In my mind
Spiraling upward-
Ever Upward.
Upon my journey-
I sometimes tire
And must
Stop to rest.
At times,
I fall back a step
Or two,
But always,
I look upward
As I travel
On my journey.
Upward, I travel,
On that spiraling
Staircase-
Toward a reward.
The reward
Our Heavenly Father
Has promised
So long ago.
Just the twinkling
Of an eye.
A whole lifetime
for you and me.....
Only an instant
In Eternity............
author: Carolyn Ford Witt
3-25-1980
By Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Summers Muse
The billow of the whitest clouds
Like puffs of smoke on high
Floating e're so slowly
Across the azure sky.
So many, I can't count them,
As I lie here looking up
Such blessings, God has given,
As He fills my empty cup.
The songs of birds now flying
As Summer comes once more
The skies now filled with wings
As, in flight, they gently soar.
So blessed Summer come now
And warm my heart so cold
Light the inspiration in me
And again my life enfold.
No single inspiration there
Summers muse does now abound
As all in nature comes to fore
Eyes opened....look around.
This gift of seasons given
New blessings begin to grow
And I do thank You Father
For all You let me know!
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms Caroline
3-21-2011
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Father In Heaven
Father in heaven,
Here I am
Ready to listen to your voice
To heed to your instructions
And Follow your very word
Father in heaven
My maker, Earth’s creator
My being a special design
Am an original from you
Your word a label that fulfills
My every desire
Father in heaven
Father of my peace
With Joy satisfied
My life a gift
From you daddy
Father in Heaven
I come before your throne
Just to say Thank you
For all you have done
Thanks for everything daddy.
God Reaches Out
GOD REACHES OUT
I know you're feeling very down
And I wish you weren't sad.
There are so many things around
That make us feel so bad.
But when you awake in the morning
To the chirping of a bird,
Just remember that may be God,
Whose singing you have heard.
And when you walk into a store
And a beggar there you see,
Just remember, that sad face,
The face of God, may be.
And when a child smiles up at you
With innocence in their eye,
Just remember that each day
God gives innocence to you and I.
So when you're feeling down and sad
And your heart seems to break,
Just remember that God reaches out
And says, 'My Hand, you now must take.'
Love you my friend.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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In Prayer to You
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
For all that you've done for me.
In the early morning hours,
When I arise to greet the Sun...
I feel blessed and prepared,
With such gratefulness...
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
And when noon approaches...
No matter what I have done,
Before that time comes...
That may create a disturbance,
I did not invite nor did I make.
I find time to show it is You I appreciate.
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
Whether or not...
Thunder storms roar,
Or rain drops fall to pitter and pat.
Thank you, My Father
For all that You've done for me.
For all that you've done for me...
I thank You, My Father.
And at the oncoming of Sunset...
Not one moment do I forget,
The power of Your presence...
That showers the blessings,
From You I get!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
Thank You...
Father, Father, Father!
In prayer to You.
This I must do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lonely Willow Tree
THAT LONELY WILLOW TREE
God made this Earth,
The Sun... The Air.
He placed it all
Into Man's care.
On it He placed
Flowers and trees
In beautiful colors,
Man's eyes to please.
But when He thought
His work was done,
He added this....
A tree.....Just one.
He planted here
A Willow Tree,
Where Man could pray
On bended knee.
But now when Man
Neglects to come,
He named this tree
The weeping one.
Near a stream
Where no one will be
There stands a lonely
Weeping Willow Tree.
And when you see
It's branches weep,
You know that from
God's eyes....
....................Tears do Seep.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
6-22-1979
By Ms. Caroline
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poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Mama's Legacy
MAMA'S LEGACY
When I was just a little girl
I lay in Mama's bed
To listen to the fairy tales
From the little books she read.
Of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Cinderella and her Prince
Of Rumplestiltskin-Puss 'N Boots
And Aladdin and his tents.
I couldn't get enough of them
I'd ask her every night
But sleep would always conquer me
No matter how I'd fight.
I'd recite the words along with her
I knew them all by heart
She'd read to me from anything
Some knowledge to impart.
She taught me about the world around
From books she read aloud
She made my life worth living
And made me live it proud.
When I had children of my own
I read from those same books
To teach my children that in this life
You need brains, not just good looks.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Heaven Is Open
heaven is open to every one
sinner, cursed, those lucks blessings
father calling you in heaven came all
he guide us by his holy spirit
he gently calls you into your presence
held you in his hand, crafted into your perfect plan
let us stop sinning for our father in heaven
he will restore this world into paradise
and let every one knows that there is only father in heaven
father forgive us in this world we are in
poem by Ahmed Kakembo
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A mothers Tear
A mother tear is feel with fear and determination, stress in her voice cause her family face starvation. The longer she fight, the more they starve, so she shares her body with strangers and drugs. Her family ate with the money she made, regret in her voice cause now she have aids, slave to the needle for so many years, the ocean got deeper with so many tears, death was coming and now its hear. The 4 horsemen stood watching while the grim reaper stared. the pain is to strong, she could not bear the angel sung loud she could not hear everything went black can't see clear, her eyes went blank, soul faded away. family heard a beeping noise so all they did was prey. Father in heaven i love her so much, father in heaven she gave up so much, father in heaven i prey for my family and me that the hardships she went through, we won't see. Father in Heaven.
poem by Tyrone Allen
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i Can Travel On
-I CAN TRAVEL ON-
Lord,
Each day I take these problems
And spread them upon the floor
To just wrap them very carefully
And send them to You, My Lord.
I go over everyone of them
And feel them deep inside.
I wrap each one in paper
Each one for You to hide.
No longer will I see them
No longer their weight, I bear,
Because I've given all to you
And their resolution...You can't share.
My Faith is in You, My Father,
These problems now are gone
And now my life I live again
And, God, I can travel on.......
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
8-10-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Just A Little Christmas Present
JUST A LITTLE CHRISTMAS PRESENT
I'm asking, God, a special blessing
That I'll call down from above,
Just a little Christmas present
That's filled, to brimming, with God's Love.
Just a special Christmas present,
That is sent from Me to You.
May God bless you with your 'Greatest Need'
And in that way, He'll have blessed me, too.
' Love you all. God Bless You'
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
-Ms Caroline-
12-15-05
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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A Father Is A Father
A father is a father.
But it takes a man to be a dad.
You lost that title when you left mom and I.
A dad is man that I can turn to when I need someone.
His son first hero and a daughters first love.
Any boy can be a father.
But to take responsibility and raise that child,
That's what makes a father a dad.
A father is a father.
A boy is a boy.
But a father can be a dad.
All he has to do is become a man.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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A Tribute To Dad
When kids my age were searching for
Heroes, the likes of Roy Rodgers,
Gene Autry, Hoppy and John Wayne
I already had my idol.
A hero is supposed to be
Courageous and strong and favored
By god. This description aptly
fit father then as a youngster
And today on this special day.
And when he died some years ago
A light was extinguished within
My soul leaving a darkened void
Where once my action hero, dad
Was surely the best of them all.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Father's Day,2012
O thank your dad for what you are today!
In life, a pivotal role, he does play;
‘His contribution is priceless, ' let's say;
Like mother, father gives bliss anyway!
A father's place, no person else can take;
A father's love is of a special make;
He toils unceasingly for family's sake;
He tells the members what is called as fake!
A fatherless child becomes unruly;
A child with father lives so casually;
With father gone, life can turn cruelly;
A father gives all, joy in family!
Respect your father for his weighs in gold;
He teaches you to be righteous and bold;
He is a fountain of wisdom when old;
His sacrifices most, remain untold!
So, wish your father on this special day;
Do greet him, hug him, kiss him anyway;
A father means a lot in life some way;
Return his love is some form, come what may!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-06-12
poem by John Celes
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The Opportune Moment
Perceive the opportune moment,
The second so sublime,
The precious gift that's Heaven-sent
At that most gracious time
When charity is uppermost
Within our hearts and minds
And shares the vision coast-to-coast
With each soul that it finds...
For love itself holds nothing back,
Like God, it never sleeps,
Not while another's made to lack
Or while another weeps
For love condemns all selfish greed
And shares its very best,
With prayers to meet our every need
So that each soul is blessed.
When Christmas comes, each father gives
To those both near and far,
For deep within his heart there lives
An ever-guiding star
He may not count the smiles he brings
And yet God knows them all,
Just like He knows the hymns each sings
Which say He's wonderful
Though storms may rage and thunders roar
And floods fill us with fear,
Though damning doubts may overpour,
Still Christmas comes each year
For life goes on and new faith grows,
Like after Calvary
Blessed is the heart that overflows
With well-timed charity.
poem by Denis Martindale
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A Soldier Of My Lord
-- * A SOLDIER OF MY LORD * --
I am a soldier of My Lord,
Standing for what I believe,
Trying to spread My Savior's Word
To those that Satan would deceive.
I'll wear His mighty Armor.
His love does clothe me now.
I'll spread His word until I die,
Of this I do avow.
I'll banish Satan from my life,
each time he does appear,
And always praise You daily;
I'll always hold You near.
So when my time has come and gone,
To You I'll come again.
I'll pass right through those Pearly Gates,
But for You, I'll work, till then.
May My Father's word come unto your hearts daily.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
3-5-06
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Father
Father I come to you with open arms, wanting to feel your spirit.
Place my feet on Holy ground, open my ears to hear your glorious sound. Open my eyes so I will see, take wasted fear away from me.
Father give me the hope I need to survive, allow me many years to stay alive. Father you are the one I truly love, please send me your blessings from above.
Father walk with me, see me through, I’ll always keep my trust in you. Forgive me Father you know I’ve sinned, a little tap perhaps
upon my chin.
Father I’ve listened to those with false charm, placing myself in the way of harm. Thank you for being in the midst, with open
arms and a Heavenly kiss.
Father when the night is lonely and the tears come through, I desperately need to think of you. Please take away all the strife, allow me to enjoy my life.
Father when I’m weak and meet many a stumbling block and can’t make sense of here nor there, then take me Father, far away, so I may start a brand new day.
Father I ask this prayer in the name of your son “Jesus Christ” our living Savior, sweet, sweet Jesus.
Written: Oct.6,2007
poem by Melvina Germain
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Remembering My Father
I had a father,
Honest, strong principle,
I had a father,
Though not invincible,
He is a father who truly cares,
I had a father,
Who always shares.
Whatever he did,
He did for family,
So remember his deeds,
Honor your father regularly.
A freedom fighter
A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
He never stood and watched
He was part of them
Those who had hearts for the innocent people
But in the end he was a leader
He was the one who was punished
Punished for the wonderful things he did for the people
He did them with his power
Now he earn the people respect
They love him he’s their hero
He fought for them
He fought for people’s freedom
Yes he is our freedom fighter
He never gave up no matter what
They never got him down no matter what they did
He stayed away from home and family
Living in locked house for 27 years
Almost his man time in Roben Island
He is South Africa’s father
He is Africa’s father
He is the world’s father
He is every one’s father, a loved father
He is our freedom fighter
A special dedication to:
Mr. Nelson Mandela
Tata
poem by Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi
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Happy Female Father’s Day
I patiently waited for another year,
For father’s day to come
To wish that special person a happy day
Happy father’s day, to my mom
The father figure, was very rare
Games together were numb
I wonder what a father’s love might be
Happy father’s day, to my mom.
So on this day set aside for dads,
I want to let you know
That you are the one I treasure most,
And to you my love I owe
Thank you for another father’s day,
I longed for this day to come,
Never knowing the love, of a visiting dad
Happy father’s day, to my mom
My mother dear, my mother dear,
You are the best, in every way
So I stand tall and wish for you
A happy female father’s day.
poem by Troy Brown
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