I think probably every one,,has heard,,or read of the horrible incident,,that happened at Walmart..The fact it came about on the day following,,Thanksgiving,,only high lighted the effect it had on everyone..Connie and I did what we usally do,,talked,,prayed,,and wrote..We wanted to share some poems from the past,,written from the headlines.. Connie said,,, Especially in hard times,I think we all have a place we can run to that makes us feel better..Things that help us feel good about our selves,and safe..Something we can do or give..For me that’s poetry..Today sis.c asked me to share,what I feel is my best Lyric..This is from the eighty’s.
Lord it ain’t easy..
On a dark and starless night,
a baby boy was born..
His mama threw him in a trash bin,
in the midst of a winter storm..
Tho he survived,the stab wounds,
meant to take his life away..
He will live with the scars forever,
and he’ll know the truth,someday..
Lord it ain’t easy,,,Living in this world today,,,
Lord it ain’t easy,,,Finding the right words to say,,,
When I pray,,,
The rich man,and the poor man,,
the beggars,and the thief’s..
All praying for enlightenment,,
all telling God their needs..
How do we stop the hunger,,
the war,and the poverty?
As one by one,we bow our heads,,
and one by one agree..
Lord it ain’t easy,,Living in this world today,,
Lord it ain’t easy,,Finding the right words to say,,
When,I,pray,,, Connie VanMatra
My poem comes from my journal,and a article in the headlines,a few years back..When an over whelmed mommy,took the lives of her 3 little children,in San Francisco..Witness’s recounted the tale,but never intervened..God help us,in this world today,we pray..
Stephen lived sometime ago,,in a land of great turmoil,,
When those in power,,served themselves,,the mass’s were their spoil,,
So as others,,all around him,Stephens hopes grew very dim,,
Til the day he heard,,Yeshua speak,,and hope revived in him,,
He was tried as conflict rose,,from those he’d known the best,,
But his Saviour’s all consuming love,,withstood,,with ease,,that test,,
With joy and great conviction,,he would daily testify,,
Til the maddened,,unbelievers,,screamed out Stephen,,you must die,,
With every blow the life ebbed from,,his broken earthly form,,
Yet his “spirit man”,,ascended,,dancing high,, above the storm,,
Stephen sang out “I see Jesus,,mercy Father”,was his cry,,
And the grace in his heart,touched the hearts,of some who had stood by,,
Today,,we often hear the tales,,of little bodies broken,,
While witness’s,,recount the scene,,defence is left unspoken,,
Does Jesus’ words,,still transform,,the hearts,, and lives of men,,
Have we enough of Christ in us,,to live,,and die,,as Him,,,,
book of Acts6:5—7:54-60 C.D.M.
All I can say,is look up and pray,,,sis.c