Poems from my family

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A poem from Eli:

I like my belly, belly.
I like it really well.
I like my belly, belly.
It makes me look swell.


A poem from Wynnie:

Yeshua, Yeshua
Yeshua is king.
Yeshua, Yeshua
King of everything!


A poem from Lily to Wynnie, written last year for her birthday.

Tomorrow is Wynnie's birthday. I hate to brag, but it is true.
I can't wait. How about you?

We will probably have cake and ice cream.
I hope I can get her a present.
Maybe some made many,
But I don't know how much I will get her because, I only have a penny.

Her favorite toy is littlest pet shop. There are dogs and cats,
Some even have hats.

Canaan is Wynnies favorite game. Canaan comes from the Bible.
She wins almost every time.
It is her favorite game, but I know it's not mine.

Wynnie is the best sister,
I could never have one like her.
I thank God every night for giving me a sister like her.

Happy Birthday Wynnie, love Lily.


A poem from Larry. This was written before we had children and before we knew the truth about secular holidays. (Although, I'm pretty sure St. Patrick kept the Sabbath.)

Barbra

When the sun is darkened, and the moon turns red,

then shall we see Jesus, coming overhead.

We shall stand together, if it be our Lords will,

listening to the trumpet sound, as we be still.

Then being changed, in the twinkling of an eye,

going hand in hand, to meet Him in the sky.

Finally, shall we stand, before His glorious face,

forever to behold, His true mercy and grace.

For now we pray, that our children, be there too,

waiting to hear them say, "Jesus, I love you."

Oh, how I long to be called from above,

For then I shall give thee, a more perfect love.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Love forever, Larry

My husband is a hospice chaplain. I hate to acknowledge this, but he is gifted in giving compassionate and beautiful funeral services. I've been there to hear him speak at many. His words certainly have a way of comforting the family. He is perfectly suited for the job God has given him. Perfectly....except, that the job drains him so. As an introvert he is totally exhausted by comforting others all day long. I feel like the children and I are the only ones who think to comfort him. That is, after we have asked him to meet all of our needs.

Larry's family has been gifted with poetry. My children must have a little bit of that gift. I am useless at writing poems. Poetry is something I think is kind of....magical. People like Larry and others I know that can effortlessly write a poem are a marvel to me.

I know that poetry is not a gift God has given me. I am totally ok with that. I don't have to write poems, just appreciate them