I wrote this poem for a lady that is suffering from breast Cancer. A friend in one of my egroups requested me write something for her. This is a third person character poem. This is what I feel that God is telling us daily. I hope you like the poem. From God I hear the thunder in your life and I will flood it with peace. I will come into your life and give a special release. I am the giver of life itself so fear not what transpires. Each time your troubles come, know that Jesus never tires. He's willing to be there for you no matter what you need. He will give you a hand each day to make your life succeed. Sometimes you think it's the end when death knocks at your door. You need to know My Son Jesus Christ knows just what's in store. He has plans for you my friend, for He is also Me. He is my own flesh I made to help you each day see. I knew that you'd need help when troubles come your way, so I sent My Son Jesus Christ to help you weather the day. I am peace so look for me as each day moves ahead. Do not let the trials of life make you forget all I've said. Read My book as each day comes and learn more about Me, for the things that I've had written are there to help you see. ©By Bill Pearce June 9. 2003
Hello Jesus Hello Jesus How have you been? I myself am burdened with sin. There's so many times that I stumble and fall. I seem as an echo to continually call.. I'm always asking what am I to do. Then I get strength when I look up to You. My burdens disappear when I call out Your name but when I turn away my burdens look the same. I know that You love me and You understand, but sometimes I feel that I'm on sinking sand. Those times are fewer as today I have grown. You gave me lessons from all that I've known. You showed me so much as I stumbled and fell. Your love alone has saved me from Hell. You've been a good friend as You always shall be and I shall always and forever take You with me. No more walking alone with tears in my eyes. I trust in You now for you've changed my demise. Heaven now awaits me because You've paved the way. So Jesus I want to thank You for giving a new today. I must go to sleep now so I'll see You in my dream, standing side by side right beside a rushing stream. The stream will turn crystal clear and look just like the sea. In my dreams I'll see You standing right beside of me. Telling me of my destiny and all that is divine. then I'll awaken so refreshed because You were there all the time. You have always been there no matter where I've been. So Jesus I want to thank You for dieing for my sin. Now my Lord I really must sleep so I'll see you by the sea. I'll be the one making sand castles in the dream of You and me. ©By Bill Pearce June 10, 20
In the times when I feel sad and ill my days are so forlorn,
The tears that fall give birth to a prayer from within the storm.
And from the turmoil of fear and doubt comes the flowing tide,
Of hope brought to me on the wings of Angels by my side.
They whisper words of wisdom about the ebb and flow,
Of life's lessons from a Loving Father that we all should know.
He would never send us a burden without a helpful guide,
Our heavenly teachers in this life are the Angels by our side.
For when we see a tragedy or experience personal grief,
We have only to surrender and ask with confidence for relief.
It will not be long until we sense a love so deep and wide,
The reward of faith in the One who sends us Angels by our side.
Angels sent to inspire those who will hear their urge to serve,
Special people with hearts full of thanks for favors undeserved.
Who will want to be the hands of love and share the joy inside,
From recieving and then carrying on the gift of Angels by our side.
(c)May 2001
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger an endless aching need.
I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin' that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love in the spring becomes the rose.