LIVING ROSES
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I hope you will use this page as my gift to you of "Living Roses" to brighten this part of your day. As you read these poems, please know they come directly from The Listening Pen...and this pen writes only script through Divine Inspiration. If you receive anything positive from having spent time reading these, please recommend this page to others. Thank You.
A PLACE CALLED...
Of all the places I've lived on earth,
The place most dearest to me,
Is the one that makes my spirit soar;
It's where I can simply be me.
You know the place I'm speaking of,
'Tho you may not remember the way;
There's a certain road you travel down,
When you leave the cares of the day.
The travelers there seem most content;
They can spread their wings and fly;
And, those who would hinder their destined goal
Are given no satisfactory reply.
You follow directions of an outlined course,
You start at a point called "Release"
As you shift all your burdens on Christ, The Lord,
Jesus brings you to this place called ..."PEACE"....
(copyright)--carolcalloway--06112001--
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YOU WRITE THE SONG
You write the song...I sing along
A melody with color adding harmony.
You give it life...and make it rhyme.
You...write the song; You write the song.
You are my song...I sing along
The world comes to You singing praises right on cue.
You gave Your life...and gave me mine.
You...write the song; You write the song.
Oh such a gift of music that You give to me!
It is a gift with Love which causes me to see.
You write the song...It can't be wrong
It will live forever when YOU...WRITE THE SONG.
(copyright)--carolcalloway--06102001--
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The following poem was written as a memorial to Jimmy Loron Sanders, who departed this life for Heaven on May 21, 2001.
Rest In Peace, Jim.
JIMMY
Jimmy, What ya doing, playing with your cars?
Can you play while sleeping
Up there among the stars?
Can you see your mother and daddy with their love?
Can you reach to Jesus
From that huge cloud above?
You slipped away so quietly; you forgot to say goodbye;
But, you spoke many secrets
That made us wonder why.
Why did God say, “It’s okay if you must travel home.”
Why did He not leave you here
So I won’t feel alone?
Why do I feel such a loss?...for God makes no mistakes.
He helped you with your passing.
Jimmy finally got his breaks!
God took you from your trouble, sent you all His love so sweet.
He filled your dreams with Heaven
When He “laid you down to sleep.”
“Now I lay me down to sleep,” a childish way to pray;
But, God loves little children,
Even while they’re turning gray.
Jimmy, were you praying when sleep swept over you?
If so, I’m sure your answer came
With Heaven’s lovely view.
We never know just “Where” or “How” God’s flowers He will be pick;
But, He will always gather them
From thorns that stab and prick
Sleep peacefully now, Jimmy; the snares of life are o’er.
Then jump into your favorite car;
And, make that engine roar!
(copyright)--carolcalloway--05222001--
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Saving Gifts
So little that I understand
Of how you left this earth.
Too few the years to celebrate
Since I gave you birth.
Adulthood, still so new to you,
Had shown you much success.
Your life, a great example,
Showed how the Lord can bless.
God gave to you His increase,
His perfect, steady yields.
He listened as you prayed for help
There walking in your fields.
These fields in quiet splendor,
With your footprints in the sod,
Were sacred sanctuaries,
Your place to worship God.
I searched your room for answers
Of why you had to leave.
We know your love was far too great
To make your family grieve.
All I found were Christmas presents
You had saved for years.
An overwhelming loneliness
Filled my eyes with tears.
You saved all those Christmas gifts—
Why? I’ll never know.
You took so many secrets with you
When you had to go.
But I am finding comfort
As your days I must review.
I’m reminded with assurance,
God’s Christmas Gift saved you!
© carolcalloway --11172001
(In Memory of my son, Tommy—1976-2001)
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CORN OF WHEAT
I know your name; I hear your cry,
O, Corn of Wheat, afraid to die.
You stood triumphant in your field;
Now time has come to start new yield.
With judgment for the very best,
Your blossoms stood and met the test.
Robust, you waved at passersby;
Time marches on and bids you die.
Submit; release; new life will call.
Rich fertile ground awaits your fall.
Count not the loss, but see the gains,
‘Tho death must come, still, hope remains.
The tables you are meant to serve,
O, Corn of Wheat, New Life deserves.
God planted you in choicest place.
O, Corn of Wheat, renew your face.
In furrows dark, with hope the same,
Rest safely, Corn, God knows your name.
© carolcalloway—10252001--
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