Let me be the bandage for your bleeding;
Let me be the ocean for your tears.
Let me be the secret of your healing;
Let me be the song to still your fears.

Love isn't love that cannot love in darkness,
Nor is it love that turns away from pain;
Nor would I love would I not hold your sadness
And with my love your love of life sustain.

So do not think your malady a burden,
And do not think my willingness deceit.
Just let your sorrow flow into my garden,
And I will share with you the harvest sweet.

For my special friend!!

Oh Kanga you have out done yourself...that is awesome!!

Kickin Kanga I think it was very well written, you do have the talent to do such things. I will be looking forward to more. :oD

I knew you'd like it Josetta :oD

thank you carolinaQT :oD

My nephew sent me this in an e-mail yesterday.

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS CAME

Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house,
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there

The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head,
And Mom in her rocker with baby on lap
Was watching the late show while I took a nap.

When out of the east there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment this must be the Day!!!

The light of His face made me cover my head,
It was Jesus returning! Just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.

In the Book of Life, which He held on His hand,
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
When He said,"It's not here"..my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with Love;
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.

I fell to my knees...but it was too late,
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight:
OH, if only I had been ready tonight.

In the words of this poem the meaning is clear,
The coming of Jesus is drawing quite near.
THERE'S ONLY ONE LIFE AND WHEN COME
THE LAST CALL, WE'LL FIND THAT THE BIBLE WAS TRUE AFTER ALL!!

Oh yes I liked that poem very much. It is awesome. :o)

May all the days
of all the years

That God has still in store

Be filled with every joy
and grace

To bless you more and more;

May hope of heart
and peace of mind

Beside you ever stay,

And that's the golden
wish I have

For you, this
Christmas Day!

May our friendship last forever;
May I sail upon your sea.
May we go through life together;
May there always be a "we."
May I be your endless sky;
May you breathe my gentle air.
May you never wonder why
Each time you look for me, I'm there.

May we be for each a smile
Like the warm, life-giving sun;
Yet when we're in pain awhile,
May our suffering be one.

May we share our special days,
The happiness of one for two;
And if we must go separate ways,
Let my love remain with you.

LOL @ Usurper KM & Radiant36 9 :o)