POEMS OF ALL KINDS

IN MEMORY OF OUR SWEET MARY & HER BABY
LETTERS TO MARY POEMS OF LOVE FOR MARY PEOPLE AND THINGS MARY LOVED MORE POEMS WHAT HAPPENED TO MARY

THIS IS POEMS THAT HAVE BEEN SENT TO ME OR I FOUND ON THE INTERNET THAT I THOUGHT EVERYONE WOULD LIKE TO READ
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Remembering Mary on her 21 St. Birthday
Feb. 3 ,2006
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET MARY
We thought of Mary today,
but that is nothing new.
We thought of Mary yesterday,
and will tomorrow too.
For what it meant to lose a our niece,
no one will never truly know.
Remembering Mary will be easy,
She was such a special joy each day.
But we will remember her smiling face as well,
which we  know will never go away.
Missing her never ends,
But it changes. Its a passage,
Not a place to stay.
The sense of loss Must give way,
If we're to value The life that was lived.
missing her is not a sign of weakness,
Nor a lack of faith,
It is the price of love

LOVE
AUNT NANCY
&
AUNT SHIRLEY



To God, I'm Thankfull
       I’m thankful for each strand of hair
            That grows upon my head
            I’m thankful for the clothes I wear
            And for a nice warm bed.
            I’m thankful for the caring friends
            Who make me feel so glad
            I’m thankful for a doctor’s care
            When I am feeling bad.
            I’m thankful for my family
            Who cheer me when I’m blue
            I’m thankful for the U.S.A.
            And for our soldiers too.
            I’m thankful for the gentle rains
            That fall upon the earth
            I’m thankful for the life it brings
            And for a baby’s birth.
            I’m thankful for a sky of red
            In early morning light
            I’m thankful for the setting sun
            And for the stars at night.
            I’m thankful for a place to pray
            And for the books I read
            I’m thankful for a loving God
            Who meets my every need.
            Author/Written By:
            Marilyn Ferguson
            ©2005

     Where Peace Flows Like a River

              Together we will journey
              To that land up in the sky
              Where the flame does burn eternal
              And the soul does never die.
              Where the harps are gently playing
              As a host of angels sing
              Where the road is paved with diamonds
              And the golden bells do ring.
              Where the path is set before us
              Shining brightly as the sun
              We will see the face of Jesus
              When our final race is run.
              Where the peace flows like a river
              Winding through the streets of gold
              We will dine with priests and prophets
              When the key to life, we hold.
              Where the flame does burn eternal
              In that sacred Promised Land
              Where God holds the gift of freedom
              In the cleft of His right hand.
              Where we'll see the face of loved ones
              Long before us, gone away
              What a day of sweet rejoicing
              When we meet again someday.
              Where we'll gather at the river
              In our home up in the sky
              Where the peace flows like a fountain
              And the soul does never die.
              Author/Written By:
              Marilyn Ferguson
              © 2004
 
                                                                       
 
            Journey to Heaven
               I am going on a journey
               To a place I long to go
               A land that’s filled with angels
               Where the peaceful valleys flow.
               I have no need for luggage
               So I plan to travel light
               A first-class trip to heaven
               It’s a non-returning flight.
          
               There won’t be tears of sadness
               Sweet blessings I will reap
               A torch will burn eternal
               And the soul doth never sleep.
               I do not need an auto
               There is no bus or train
               My journey is predestined
               And I won’t be back again.
               No need for food or shelter
               Everything I need is there
               My home that lies in heaven
               Is a joy beyond compare.
               I am ready for my venture
               Got the voucher in my hand
               I’m bound for Zion glory
               In that far-off distant land. 
               I am headed for that City
               My flight was paid for me
               To a land of peace and beauty
               Just beyond the crystal sea.
               I soon will have my ticket
               There is no need to pack
               On a one-way trip to heaven
               And I won’t be coming back.
               Author/Written By:
               Marilyn Ferguson
               ©2005
                   
   
Pathway to Paradise
               There is a path along the river
               Waiting just inside the gate
               It flows with milk and honey
               And is sure to seal your fate.
               The way is straight and narrow
               And few do heed its call
               It quietly beckons to us
               Just inside the garden wall.
               The journey isn’t easy
               When we follow wayward friends
               For all the worldly pleasure
               Will cause our lives to end. 
               It isn’t found in neon lights
               Nor where the wine does flow
               The road to hell is paved so well
               A way, you mustn’t go. 
               You want to know the secret
               You'd like to find the way
               The path along the river
               Can be there for you today.
               Go to the Lord in prayer
               He'll hear your humble call
               The gate will slowly open
               Just inside the garden wall.
               The truth is found in scripture
               The dead in Christ shall rise
               The way will come before you
               When you seek for paradise. 
               Just reach out to the Father
               He will take you by the hand
               And together you will journey
               To the sacred promised land.
               Author/Written By:
               Marilyn Ferguson
               ©2003
 
              
                                                                        
 
Whispers from Heaven
               They say that life is fleeting
               I know that this is true
               I left this world so quickly
               With no goodbye to you.
               I know how much you miss me
               Your tears fall ever light
               The pillow where you lay your head
               Is wet with them at night.
               I know your heart is hurting
               The words we left, unsaid
               I love you’s, left unspoken
               Are spinning in your head.
               The strength that I have carried
               That served to make you whole
               Remains to make you stronger
               Within your grieving soul.
               For you see, while you were weeping
               On the day I passed away
               At the gravesite near the flowers
               Where my loved ones knelt to pray.
               An angel came to see me
               She took me by the hand
               She led me to a kingdom
               In a very distant land.
               As I look down from heaven
               And see you standing there
               Your heart so ever burdened
               With more grief than it can bear.
               I long to bring you comfort
               I long to give you peace
               I long to hold you closely
               Cause all your tears to cease.
            
               The joy I’ve found in heaven
               Goes far beyond compare
               The love that’s so elusive
               Can be found here everywhere.
               The light is softly shining
               There’s no storm clouds here or rain
               There’s no teardrops found in heaven
               There’s no suffering, there’s no pain.
               You needn’t be so troubled
               Stay close to God and pray
               That someday we’ll be together
               One bright and glorious day.
               So my love, you shouldn’t question
               My dear you need not cry
               I’ve gone to be with Jesus
               I really didn’t die.
               Author/Written By:
               Marilyn Ferguson
               ©2004

The Hand of God
             May the new day bring you blessings
             As the light comes filtering through
             May your sunrise be as lovely
             As a morning draped in dew.
             May the wind blow forth a promise
             Sending sweet bouquets your way
             May life seem a little brighter
             As you rise to greet the day.
             May the daybreak render pleasure
             As the birds begin to sing
             May the distant roll of thunder
             Bring forth a touch of spring.
             May the mist embrace the silence
             Like a fire fly in the night
             May an angel walk beside you
             To hold you in the light.
             May the rain caress your body
             And life drops flood your soul
             May His Spirit come upon you
             To cleanse and make you whole.
             May the showers come so gently
             Running gently through your hair
             May you touch the living water
             And know that He is there.
             May the freshness bring you new life
             Pushing through the tender sod
             May you pause to pick a flower
             And touch the hand of God.

This Side of Heaven
         We're on this side of heaven
               But we won't be here too long
               Passing like a summer breeze
               In the lyrics of a song.
               T'will be over before we know it
               The years are slipping away
               The days of youth have passed us by
               Now part of yesterday.
               The hands of time keep ticking on
               Time has no sympathy
               It never stopped for Jesus
               It won't stop for you and me.
               We do not know the hour in which
               Our Master will call us away
               To another dimension unknown to us
               To live with Him one day.
               Eternity awaits for us
               But the gate's not very wide
               Only a few will get to pass through
               To live on the other side.
               Now is the time to know Jesus
               We must turn away from our sin
               Cause we haven't made it to heaven yet
               And Satan waits to take us in.

 

November Winds
November winds blow harshly
            Across the frozen ground
            Preparing for December snows
            That soon will come around.
The trees stand barren against the sky
            Stripped by autumn's chill
            November stands so tall and cool
            Her hours pass so still.
Crispy mornings, frost filled nights
            The winter sun hangs low
            The blue bird sings in quieter tones
            As bitter north winds blow.
Blow if you must November winds
            And let your fury swirl
            Spread your arms out far and wide
            Let nature's wrath unfurl.
Just because the earth is bare and gray
            You needn't be so glum
            You've chilled the air for winter wear
            And snow will surely come.






A Story to Tell
Each wrinkle pressed upon his brow
        Has a story of its own to tell
        The pinstriped suits that he always wore
        Were from Sears and Roebuck, 1904.
The Model A Ford which he drove now and then
        Was the envy of all back in 1910
        World War I was bad and it left its place
        Crippling his legs and slowing his pace.
See his knuckles so callused and hard
        His heart was gentle but his life was scarred
        And see the sadness in his eyes
        That's what happens when true love dies.
Each moment lived, he remembers so well
        Yes folks, he has quite a story to tell
        In his pinstriped suit and no one to care
        He quietly passed on, in an answer to prayer.





Yesterday's Years
Today, I ventured to take a stroll
            Down the road of yesteryear
            To relive some memories in time
            And see the folks I once held dear.
Back into the folds of my hometown
            That I left so long ago
            Back to a treasured place in my heart
            And the life I used to know.
Oh, but the years have left their mark
            On the pieces of memory lane
            The man next door is bent and old
            And is limping with his cane.
My home that once stood up so proud
            Is blistered, cracked and gray
            Why, oh why, must time play tricks
            With the things of yesterday.
I pull some weeds and I place a rose
            As I kneel by Dad's tombstone
            Longing to see the familiar streets
            Of the town I once called home.
Realizing I can never go back
            Through the gardens of laughter and tears
            The new seeds I've sown in the course of my life
            Have mellowed out yesterday's years.

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