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Poetry Page One
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The universe I no longer see, and the sky has opened for
my escort and me. Peace has filled my soul – my spirit
is the light of it. We have passed through a veil and
into this marvelous light. We move, yet not feeling
movement. We fly without wings… our motion sustained by
the breath of God.
I feel and hear pure enchantment…harmonious voices
singing…music, such perfectly beautiful music. Before
us, the view is heavenly. I know what I see without
being told; as if I’ve always known and I have no doubts
– there is no doubt where there is truth. There are no
shadows here, no darkness, no aggression, no sin.
I see countless Angels all around ascending and
descending into the light. There are millions and
millions of beautiful mansions made of glorious
transparent light. Each mansion of light is the
residence of believers, called the royal family of God –
his saints.
God is seated on the Throne of Eternity and the Son of
Man is at His right hand; His Holy Spirit is everywhere.
His Throne is in the center of everything. The eternal
light of His Glory has absorbed me. The eternal light of
heaven is the lamp of His love which is everywhere.
Peace, such graceful…peace. I hear a voice…Jesus is
calling my name…I am at his feet…His hand is…He touched
me.
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God’s thinking was Creation
Before the beginning of time
God must become one of us
And enter the world of time
God’s thoughts were Grace
Before the beginning of time
Christ must die for us
Or, cancel the beginning of time
God’s thoughts were love
Before the beginning of time
The name of Love was Jesus
The beginning and the end of time
God’s thoughts were you and me
Before the beginning of time
Christ died and rose for us
He paid for the sins of time
God’s thinking was the Word
Before the beginning of time
The Word is God with us
Until the end of time. |
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What will there be to remember
When life has passed December
When they dig the hole and put you down
Was your life a cap or a crown
Where are the signs of mountains climbed
Where leads the trail you left behind
Did fate cast them into the sea
Buried deep the same as thee
What will there be to remember
When life has passed December
When they dig the hole and put you down
Was your life a cap or a crown
Laurels are worthless where daisies grow
When life has gone where the dark winds blow
Did you live for self and the pleasures of life
Or, choose God’s treasures sealed in Christ
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Death belongs to the grave lords of the endless night
Who chose their tabernacle of ruin minus light.
Refusing to believe and give Christ the reigns
They walk in lust-fires tortured in chains.
In the glory of selfhood they denied doing wrong
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Memories are the ordinances against us
And stand before judgment we must.
Memory records personal histories
The secrets and unsolved mysteries
All our works both good and bad
Memories we wish we never had
Oh, but why did we learn so late
Not to make memories we hate
The voice that fell on deaf ears
Was wisdom all those years
Now, with no place to run or hide,
thank God that Jesus came and died.
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Blue is the heaven
that surrounds His Throne
Blue is the heaven above the earth
Green is the light that surrounds His Glory
Green is the covering over the earth.
Man’s unhappy house is his chosen kingdom.
The earth stands alone in the voiceless void.
IF ONLY THE PEOPLE WILL
The nation in shock from the buildings collapse
Looks on havoc of dust and steel
How soon we forget the tragedy, but perhaps
We shall find victory if only the people will.
POWERS RISE AND FALL
Powers rise and fall
Faith and disbelief
Life, the same to all
History repeats the grief
Powers rise and fall. |
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Fence posts with marshmallow hats
Between the crystal strings
Snow sculptured landscape
The beauty that winter brings
A blanket of snow covers the fields
Shrubs tucked away like arctic roses
Trees wear jackets of crimson
The evening sun turns earth to gold
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Down through the ages
On all of history’s pages
The story that still amazes
Is that Christ died to save us
God inspires from Heaven above
Silent words of Justice and Love
So very compelling is the story
Of the Cross of Christ and His Seat in Glory
Writing for the Lord I seek not fame
Only, to spread the Gospel in Jesus' Name
What greater calling could there be
Than reaching the lost before eternity
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Memories of you and I
Speak softly from the bye and bye
Words once spoken now gone
Another day another dawn
Flowers take showers in the morning dew
Precious moments with you
Love like water overflowing
Fills my heart and stills the morning
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I cherish the beauty of your thoughts, Lord.
I listen to your voice in my night-soul.
Your Word is filled with glory lights
That shine in the depths, and in the heights.
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My love whispers without word or sound,
Thoughts only your heart can hear.
My love whispers when our eyes meet,
Or, with a gentle touch, a warm embrace.
My love whispers when we are far apart –
The wind carries it to wherever you are.
My love whispers sweet thoughts and memories –
So, listen, always listen, for my whispers of love.
Note: When I started writing poetry
this was the first poem I wrote to my
dear wife Sherry. |
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Written of my father
George Woodrow Craig, Sr.
December 13, 1918 – March 30, 2004
Dad was born in times of regression;
He fought two wars and lived the great depression.
In his day the opportunities were few;
‘Cause he served his country guarding freedom for you.
He loved us so much – his children and his wife;
And worked very hard to give us a good life.
From early childhood I can remember –
The magic of Christmas every December!
Dad would save all year for clothes and toys;
He was such a good Santa to his girl and boys.
He took us to church not letting us stray.
We accepted Christ as Savior and learned how to pray.
He taught us sports and self defense;
Right from wrong and good common sense.
Dad is always there to lend, or give us a hand –
Even if it means sacrifice – he’ll make no demand.
He is disciplined and manly, brave and bold –
The leader of our family through hard times untold.
His door is always open to relative and friend;
His generosity and kindness they could always depend.
Though many years have come and gone,
The memories of my Dad shall forever live on.
He’s the best father any child ever had –
I’m so thankful to God ‘cause He gave me my Dad.
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She fed me from her gentle breast
and comforted me in her arms of rest
and on my cheeks tender kisses pressed.
She rocked me in my cradle bed
and watched adoringly my infant head
with tears of love and sweet affection shed.
She gazed into my fearful eyes
when pain and sickness made me cry
and sometimes wept for fear I’d die.
She was always there whenever I fell
and would an imaginary story tell
and kiss the hurt and make it well.
She taught me as a child to play
and love God’s word and everyday
to walk in it’s wisdom and assuring way.
Now, dear Mother, though sweet and gray,
I will be your strength from day to day
and pray always your pain away.
Now, I will kiss your precious head
for it is my turn to watch your bed
with tears of love and sweet affection shed.
This poem is for you, Mother, and tries to say
how much I love you in every way;
always in my heart you will stay
‘cause every day is My Mother’s day.
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Written in loyal commemoration
by my Mother’s Inspiration
Edna Jeanette Craig (Hickman) October 10, 1921 – August 15, 1995
My son, now that I’m gone, I want you to know,
God has given to you, a piece of my soul.
Through the years I wrote poetry and hid them away,
I knew they would be found after I was gone some day,
I wrote of loneliness and despair during two different wars,
When your Father fought for freedom on distant shores.
I wrote of my love for you children and your Dad,
The only complete family I ever really had.
My son, you were always so kind, so thoughtful and true,
And you loved me, with the same heart, I love you.
Then, as I began dying, you began writing and I knew,
God was giving a piece of my soul to you.
As I grew weaker and weaker and nearer to pass,
Your talent grew stronger, your pen more fast.
I will speak to you often in years to come,
I’ll always be with you ‘till your time is done.
Listen for my whispers; you’ll know my voice,
I will speak words of rhyme and wisdom’s choice.
Until next time, I love you my son,
You have a piece of my soul and we are one.
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A family is God’s blessing, it means so many things…
Words can never really express the love a family brings.
A family is sharing and caring for one another…
The love of Father and Mother, Sister, Brother.
A family is heartfelt pride…
A feeling you hold deep inside.
A family is home and peaceful living…
The second place to be forgiven.
A family is a gift from God that even time can’t sever…
A gift to last a lifetime, a family is forever!
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The Word of the Lord is my soul’s delight
My inner happiness, my peace and might
I study and meditate in the day and in the night
The Lord’s private instruction - my soul’s delight
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