A Prayer for Help
Help us, Lord!
There is not a good person left;
Honest people can no longer be found.
All of them lie to one another;
They deceive each other with flattery.
Silence those flattering tongues, O Lord!
Close those boastful mouths that say,
"With out words we get what we want.
We will say what we wish,
And no one can stop us."
"But now I will come," says the Lord,
"because the needy are oppressed
And the persecuted groan in pain.
I will give them the security they long for."
The promises of the Lord can be trusted;
They are as genuine as silver
Refined seven times in the furnace.
The wicked are everywhere,
And everyone praises what is evil.
Keep us always safe, O Lord,
And preserve us from such people.
There is no excuse for unjustified anger;
It can bring about your downfall.
Wait and be patient,
And later you will be glad.
Keep quiet until the right time to speak,
And you will gain a reputation for good sense.
Don't be controlled by your lust;
Keep your passions in check.
If you allow yourself to satisfy your every desire,
You will be a joke to your enemies.
Don't indulge in luxurious living;
The expense of it will ruin you.
Don't make yourself a beggar by borrowing for expensive banquets
When you don't have enough money for your own.
If you do, you will never get rich;
If you don't pay attention to small matters,
You will gradually ruin yourself.
Wine and women make sensible men do foolish things.
A man who goes to prostitutes gets more and more careless,
And that carelessness will cost him his life.
Worms will feed on his decaying body.
It is silly to trust people too quickly.
If you sin, you are hurting yourself.
If wickedness makes you happy,
You will be condemned.
Fourth of JulyToday is a day of fun and laughter;
Today is supposed to be filled with happiness,
And spending time with family and friends,
Taking the time to say "I love you."
Why say I love you
On such a festive day?
Cheesy moments such as these
Can wait until the end or tomorrow.
Or maybe never.
As I read this to you,
Take to heart,
That it comes mostly from me,
With my girlfriend's regards.
It's been rough,
But I think I finally found the time,
To at least be a little cheesy with you;
So I love you.
I love you for supporting me;
I love you for teaching me;
I love you for toughening me up;
I love you for having me as your son.
Happy Fourth of July.
Let's make it count this year.
Let this poem,
Make this Fourth of July a good one.
Love He Never HadWhen I kissed her,
The taste of her caramel frappachino filled my mouth.
I love her so much;
She's my angel from heaven;
She made me better and changed me,
And I thank her for that.
Your CallBum bum bum bum bum bum
My heartbeat quickens.
What is making it do that?
Is it lack of air?
Or is it because it's my time to go?
Now my heartbeat slows.
My vision is blurring.
Lord, why must I go so young?
I see the faces all fade away
And my love
They are all fading,
As you slowly call me
To my rightful home.
My heartbeat stops.
I fade into nothingness.
Everything is black.
I open my eyes,
And see those faces once again.
I guess my mission here on earth wasn't completed yet, Lord.
Thank You for sending me back;
Not only for the sake of seeing family, friends, and my love,
But for following You and what You have planned for me as well.
Cat Whisperer"Look at her."
"It's the cat freak."
"Mommy, why is she talking to my cat?"
"You have no business here!"
It wasn't her fault that she knew how cats communicated with each other. It also wasn't her fault that she herself could also communicate with them. Not by meowing, of course. The cats and her sort of whispered with their minds to each other, although sometimes she said things aloud, which earned her the stares. How she got this gift--of which many people call it a curse--is unknown.
She was always fond of cats, especially her own, named Mittens. She is a tabby cat with some yellowish stripes that line the black and gray; it looks golden in the sun. This girl's name is Kate Davis.
Kate is a blue-eyed girl of 13 in junior high, strawberry blonde hair, and usually wears bright colored tops with a kitty face on it and comfortable skinny jeans. It's not in her style to wear skirts, shorts, or open-toed shoes like flip flops. She has more tennis shoes than you
Broken PromiseDear God,
I never thought that I'd break a promise before.
This promise is a very hard promise to keep, but it's not impossible.
I realize I'm not praying to You as much as I should.
I fear Your awesome power, and I guess I think you'll give me hardship.
But You are merciful, and I have only to turn to You and pray for forgiveness...like I have so many times before.
I have broken and renewed this important promise many times.
It's time that I renew it once more and never break it again.
Even after telling that special someone "I won't break this promise," I still seemed to have broken it.
I now know why.
I haven't been praying to You.
And I will begin now, and ask for forgiveness.
For You are all powerful, all knowing, all merciful, all loving, and so much more.
You are always willing to take us back and guide us and follow your path to Eternal Life.
And now, I end this letter to you by praying:
Who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy Will be done,
If I Could Control TimeThings would be better
If I could make the clock stop ticking
For every time you came to my house;
Must we part?
Do you have to go?
I'll miss you dearly;
But don't worry about me,
For I won't let sadness take over me;
I'll be strong and keep the faith, hope, and love;
Will we talk till late like we used to?
Will you make time to at least say "I love you",
Or a "good morning" and "good night"?
If only time was mine to command;
If only you could've stayed close;
If only we loved each other earlier;
If only I remembered not to forget what you said.
This love is strong;
Nothing will stand in my way when you leave.
And until you come back,
I'll be waiting
Waiting for the question I want to hear come from your mouth;
Waiting to fulfill my dream with you;
Waiting to control time;
Waiting for YOU.
I love you,