"Plain and Simple Faith"
Plain and Simple Faith Fuels Our Lives
I Love Him and I pray so hard, i really believe that
JESUS CHRIST THE SON OF GOD IS DRIVING THEODORE'S CAR,
or a gaurdian angel....because......
we should have died in a wreck by now if
if it werent for
THE PURE AND SIMPLE GRACE OF GOD
Pure and simple faith.  it's why we believe.  it's why we're so poor.
Jesus is driving me too.  How do i know?
Well I do not have to fear the devil, because,
PURE AND SIMPLE FAITH is why we exist
why we're still alive after all these years
and i verily believe, my husband could
Walk On Water through Jesus Christ
If It Would
Bring
Him
Home
To
Me.
Jesus makes the world go around.
Faith.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.

"Heart"
Life isn't about the destination at all.
It's about the journey.  what you did with it
Life goes on after death forever so why does death matter?
I know my mind is a ghost town and empty, and that
my heart is all i will ever need, in this life
or the next!
In JEsus' Name,
Amen.////

"Victory"
Have you seen her, Victory?
I see Her In Myself Every Day
When I am all afraid and in Despair
I stand tall and pray and believe because
I Believe In Victory.  I Have Seen Her
And I Can See That She Is Really Me.
I Would Fight For The Victory I Stand For
I Would Fight For The Victory I represent
I would fight for My Stand Here I Have Taken
I Would Endure, and Perservere, Come What May!
I Have Glimpsed Victory, and I love Her, and She is Me
And I Would Give My Own Life For My Self.
I Carry the sacred crest of Victory deep within
It is a light in darkness that will Not Be Put Out
I Believe In This Truth and Bet My Life On It Daily
I Believe in Victory.  I Believe in myself, the Victory Inside me.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.

"Humble Prayer."
Theodore, I Pray that I will be able to
To see you through this life
To see thee through to eternal life
Death is but the blink of an eye
To Walk with thee in the narrow path of righteousness,
To enjoy my life with you,
And To walk together with you into the next life.
AMEN.

"Fame"
Fame is simply fickle
One Generation adores an author, while
The next Generation doesn't even regard authors at all
To be a great author involves, naturally, the hope of being appreciated
Within or after one's lifetime, by others.  Sometimes oneself is one's
Most crucial critic, and one can read one's own
Works in bed to lull oneself to sleep, then fie on fame!
Fame is like fire, it burneth not where we wish
it simply rageth like a passion that is neither
fair to mortal nor regards the ones that idolize the famous
Immortalized to one generation, forgotten
by the next, and finally lost forever!
Oh Fickle Fame!  That Tempteth me of thee
i ask only crumbs, a reader here and there,
and that Fame cannot seem to spare, so a pox on fame!
Enjoy the craft, the writing as an art right now, writing
enjoying the fruits of the labor are sweet to me
and fickle fame Shall not have the
last laugh over my yearnings and prayers!  I hope not for Fame;
Therefore I hope not In Vain!

"Prayer"
I dream of a day when we are no longer in danger of death
I dream of teacups and teapots and tea without sugar to no end
I dream of sunshine through lace curtains and paper flowers to no end
I dream of my skin growing softer and even more beautiful with every day that i age
I dream of a small, comfortable cottage with good, comfortable foods
I dream of the possessions which are so dearly owed to me, elegant and fine things
I dream of savouring every precious morning with my Theodore and waiting every night
I dream of cinching my waist a little tighter someday, and going out in flowing dresses to dinner
I dream of a little cottage garden and a pet or two, a stepson to watch him slowly grow up and visit
I dream of bird feeders and seed and birdbaths made of porcelain and angels sculpted in resin
I dream of slow-cooking dinners on sunday afternoons and there always being a steak for theodore's meal
I dream of recipe cards and little tea parties and new friendships, just light friendly ones with love
I dream of visiting the ocean and the mountains and taking my husband to the local art museum
I dream of writing poetry every day and little by little accomplishing much
I dream of cleaning the house daily and visiting the doctor yearly, with perfect health
I dream of living to my husband's full lifetime, and my own lifetime, full and real.
In Jesus' NAme,
Amen

"Mortality"

When I am gasping for breath and lost,

I draw deep within my own soul and there

In the still calm cold quietly running waters

that is the wellspring of my soul, it seems--

when i cannot breathe for want of air

and fear closes in like a coffin or tiny 

windowless room, i close my eyes

and dwell in the the deep caverns pools 

of my cavernous heart.  Do all hearts bleed

Does my soul have a keeper is it the one i love

and is it god above and when i am no more

and to my tomb there is no hinged door

oh lord what will i have to answer for

and will is reach a destined shore

will what is left behind be treasured or

are we all so doomed, we mortals, thus to die?