Testimony in a letter

inspired by Blair Wingo- www.p4cm.com

Dear Satan,
How many times must you hear
you are not the one I fear!
I see you lurkin'
all the while smirkin'
causin' turmoil all around
tryin' to knock me down.
I have news for you.
It's not workin'!
It's not workin'!

For so long you've tried
coverin' my eyes.
tellin' me to be the victim.
You said, "blame him,
blame your absent father
who cheated on your mother.
you have every excuse
to add to the abuse.

start small with drinkin'
and maybe perverted thinkin'.
you have every reason.
Go for it." Oh the lies and deception!
but my eyes were open
as I watched my sister give in.
How could you?!
she should have graduated from MSU!
How could you?!

The heartache continued to spread
as the call came,
my cousin was dead.
huffin' was the trend
that made his life end.
As my heart was left to mourn,
you were tootin' your own horn.
You thought my life was forever torn.

Oh no, see I'm reborn!
though the sadness was hard to bare,
I've been healed from despair.
You think your grip is so tight
that you have the right to snuff my light
and win my life to sin.
I refuse to sing your song, short or long
I'm much too strong.
I'm much too strong!

You even snuck in my marriage
like a sly fox in the garden.
All because I chose to abstain
what should be pleasure... was pain.
I cried in vain
for what should have been.
Then God worked on us from within'.
Guess what? we're still love makin'!

I will lift up my praise
all of my days, in all different ways!
It's time for you to realize
I'm sick and tired of your lies
and the way you destroy lives.
You can't change my mind.
How many times must you hear,
you are not the one I fear!
You are not the one I fear!

poem for samuel

this is the peom that I read to Sam at our wedding rehearsal...

you were waiting in line with the rest of the team
a voice called your name, it was a girl you'd never seen

the introduction was given, just names were sufficient

we laugh at that night when we met in the basement
I always timed my steps to match up with yours
so maybe we could talk before we left the classroom doors
I hated saying goodbye. we had great conversations.
from God and men to family vaccations
our affection became obvious, Mr. Graham noticed the spark
or he may have just noticed how I chased you like a shark
oh those were the days, fun times and flirting
Not knowing your thoughts, just wishing and hoping
I made the next move, I just couldn't stand it
he said, she said, Ok I was impatient
so i told you straight up, "I'm ready to date."
you agreed but said that I had to wait!
one month later, you gave me The Rose
I was so proud to be the one you chose
My mom always taught me, "you must teach a man
to treat you good." but we didn't know that I'd meet Sam.
to my surprise, the tables turned
i became the student, slowly I learned
He opens my doors, calls me beautiful and baby
never showing off, just serving his lady
it's hard to believe that 3 years have passed
dating was quite an adventure from the first day to the last
then we fell in love but agreed not to say
"I like you" would have to do until the ring came my way
What were we thinking? we are so weird
well the ring finally came and everyone cheered
this poem is too long so without further ado
I wanted everyone to hear "Samuel Self, I love you!
I love your heart and soul, your smiling face
Here's to a life full of freedom love and grace!"

a day in my shoes

smile like you're ok

swallow hard

push emotions away

focus

no time to answer

let it ring

forget to call them back

work more

now stay positive

keep going

walk quickly to the car

you're late

time for your meeting

take good notes

you can't be tired yet

go home

unload the honda

cook dinner

spend time with your husband

goodnight

wear your happy face

hold back tears

think about tomorrow

repeat

only you

Only you have words
that caress my ears

a touch so strong

it erases my fears

of being alone

Your gaze of desire

sends sparks down my spine

that fuel love's fire
Our lips touch briefly

before leaving me

wanting only you

Trip to the Fair

The place was crowded

full of people and laughter

kids running around

and parents chasing after

The Jackson State Fair

another first for me!

We sat on mats

and counted to three

Down the big yellow slide

Oh how funny!

Chicken on a stick?

Mmmm... Biscuits and honey!

the blacksmith

He's made many things

from gear shifts to benches.

He knocks and dings

with hammers and wrenches!

A pot becomes a grill

using torches on metal!

His welding is the real deal.

He deserves a medal.

On to a new skill

what tools would be needed?

starting with an anvil

of course he succeeded!

Perched and Peaceful

this is really random. I wrote this during our first year of marriage...

Perched and Peaceful

yes, perched and peaceful like a watchful bird.

Curious of the rush below just waiting for my time to go.

Many don't notice me sitting here. their eyes focused on the road ahead some wishing they were still in bed.

Swiftly they walk to bring home the check

I wander if their pace would be the same if they were going to harvest grain?

Nah, that would just provide basic needs not stylish clothes and Mercedes.

We choose the stress over labor so we can pretend to be great!

This poem must end or I'll be late.

Late for my low paying job with minimum labor and high stress rate.

Somehow I missed out but we're doing well without.