Withstanding Defeat

Raging fire
Out of control.
Backdraft percussions
Deep in my soul.

Blazing inferno.
Overpowering heat.
Overwhelming fear.
Uncontrolable defeat.

Visibility zero.
Blinding smoke.
Tear filled eyes.
No sign of hope.

Structure is gone.
Obstacles falling.
Trapped in hell.
Voices are calling.

Guardian Angels
Sent from above.
Wings enfold me.
Protection and love.

Renewing my faith.
Redirecting thoughts.
Sudden reminder
Of all I was taught.

Trust in God.
And His saving grace.
Troubles in life
Will fall into place.

Solid foundation
Beneath my feet.
Built on a rock
Withstanding defeat.

Eileen Breedlove
Written 4/20/2000





When It Comes Time

When it comes time to lay me down
And my days on earth are done
I'm gonna have a long, long talk
With my Father on His throne.

I'll finally see things through His eyes
That I could never understand
All my tears will go away
With the touch of His gentle hand.

Our hearts will see things from way back
To the days when I was young.
How clear it will be for us both to see
Everything I have said and done.

The pain I've suffered in my life
At the mercy of anothers hand
Will no longer haunt my world
Or cause me heartache again.

I'll be accepted for who I am
Never scorned through anothers eyes
I'm gonna get my Wings & things
I'll finally learn to fly.

The trials and tribulations I've faced
For a reason were all ment to be
The circle of life that I have lived
Is what God made of me.

Eileen Breedlove
4/23/2000




God's Teachers

Dear Jesus try to help me
I will never understand
Why would God take a child
From a Mothers loving hands?

She missed so many things
Being left without the time
To teach her child to tie her shoes
Or sing a nursery rhyme.

Crayons and coloring books
Mud puddles with dirty socks.
Poka dots with Calamine
To soothe the chicken pocks.

ABC's and school days
She never had a chance
To french braid her hair
Or teach her how to dance.

I just cannot comprehend
How this could be God's plan.
To give a Mother a child
Then take her from her hands.

Looking into a child's eyes
I felt answers from above.
How could Heaven be complete
Without the presence of a child's love.

She traded in her shoes and socks
For a set of Angel Wings.
How lonely it would be in Heaven
Without the joy a child brings.

God picks special children
Taking them home with Him.
What an honor it must be for her,
In Heaven having never sinned.

Without the inspiration
And love that a child brings
How could a choir of Angels
Ever find words to sing.

The best teacher of love and forgiveness
That God could ever choose
Is through the eyes of a child
No other could fit their shoes.

I think God must use children
For teachers up in Heaven.
Their innocience and purity
His merical of perfection.

One day soon dear Mother
How proud I know you will be.
To see the way your precious child
Has worn her Angel Wings..

Eileen Breedlove
5/7/2000





Affairs of the Heart

Affairs of the heart
are the worst there can be.
Feelings cannot be seen or touched
But felt inside you see.

I cant describe the feelings.
My heart is broken today.
To stop this pain and suffering
I cannot find a way.

Thoughts are running rampid
That strengthen all my fears.
Hopelessly I struggle
And cannot stop these tears.

Thinking back to childbirth
The pain I did endure.
Was instantly forgotten
The moment I held him near.

In the days of choo choo trains
Toy trucks and pick up sticks,
There wasnt a problem big enough
A Mother couldnt fix.

How desperate a Mother feels
When her child is grown
Facing all there battles in life
And feeling so alone.

Sometimes things will happen
They must live with many years.
At times it will hurt so bad
And a Mother cant dry their tears.

How do you mend a broken heart
And calm an aching soul
When your child is suffering
And you have no control?

The only thing I know to do
Is always show I care
No matter what path he takes
Without a doubt I'm there.

Teach him things that matter most
Such as faith and hope.
Talk to God along the way
And He will help them cope.

Affairs of the heart
Are the hardest there an be.
Feelings cannot be seen or touched
But felt inside you see.

Eileen Breedlove
3/2000




Deep In Her Heart

A young girl slipped off
And went to the place
She learned about God
And His saving grace.
She hid in the back
Watching families come through
Feeling pain deep inside
As she longed for love to.
The singing of hymns
Made her feel just right.
Through sounds of music
Her soul would take flight.
Her brother discovered
Where she went on Sunday.
He went with her to worship
Sing hymns and to pray.
He was the family
that she needed to fit.
Coming out of the corner
With the others they would sit.
They both went forward
And were saved with pride.
The following Sunday
They both were Baptized.
The memories she has
They will never part
No other can take them
From deep in her heart.

Eileen Breedlove




Our Friendship

Thinking about the days and nights
The time we spent together.
I cherish every moment
And will, no doubt, forever.
The smiles that light your face
And sounds of laughter to.
Embedded in my memories
With constant thoughts of you.
Sounds of giggles and gripes
Whispers and little talks.
Unspoken things agreed upon
Connecting through our thoughts.
Tears of pain and suffering
We shared in desperation.
Bonding our hearts and souls
Beyond chance of separation.
The friendship that we share
Unconditional it is true.
Picks me up when I am down
And always sees me through.
Whenever you are down and out
And a friend is what you need.
Anytime of the day or night
Let that friend be me.

Eileen Breedlove



Count Your Blessings

When your load feels heavy
And troubles have you down
Just open up your heart
And take a look around.

The large cardboard box
Your trash from yesterday
Is treasured by a homeless man
Its his shelter for today.

The choises you are faced with
And cant make up your mind
Some are out of options
With no such thing as time.

The love that just slipped away
You thought would never end
Some have never known the blessing
Of having one good friend.

The roses you had hoped for
That didnt arrive today
Were placed upon the grave site
Of a mothers newborn babe.

The prayer that you prayed
With no answer in your time
Many folks dont know the Lord
Or even seek to find.

So when your load feels heavy
And troubles have you down
Just count your many blessings
And take a look around.

Eileen Breedlove
Written 4/22/2000





Dear Father

Dear Father up in Heaven
Can you hear my plea.
I'm stuck within the grips of hell
Afraid and on my knees.
There's things I cannot handle
Deep inside my soul.
No matter how hard I try
I cannot let them go.
Forgiveness is a tough one
So different than a truce.
Letting go of everything
Including unjust abuse.
How do I stop the flashbacks
When I look into the abusers eyes.
If I had truly forgiven
  There would be no forced disguise.
I visualize the many times
My body took a beating.
I find it difficult within
To force a friendly greeting.
That "look" is so clear to me
The devils egotistic face
Somehow that little smile
Seems so out of place.
I cant stop the feelings
That rage inside of me.
Every time I see the hand
That was used abusing me.
Dear Father can you help me
I'm afraid and on my knees.
I know forgiveness could be found
If you erase these memories.

Eileen Breedlove
4/26/2000




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