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Last
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My
Dancing Heart
Christian
Potpourri
The poems on this web site are © 2010
by Christy Cawood Cumbie.
One time rights are granted for free use provided
credit is given to the author.
| Heaven's
Baby Boom In the last thirty years or so,
The
Lord has ushered in
More infant souls He could have used
To cure illnesses
and sin. Talk about the baby boom —
There
has been one all this time,
Thousands of them every day,
Waiting patiently
in line. Lies from the abortionists
Have
kept God hopping on his toes,
But He can handle anything
They turn over
to Him, goodness knows. These babies all are
being held
Safe, in God's sweet loving care,
He must be using them somehow,
But
we may never know when or where. Christians
know that what abortionists
Meant for bad, won't be that way.
Every baby
killed is in God's arms,
It's the abortionists who soon will pay. But
their judgment can be reversed
If they stop what they are doing quick;
Turn
to God, repent, and be saved,
And ignore all Satan's dirty tricks. | | To
Be Of Service It's been said we make a cute
couple,
(At our maturing age),
Well, if we do, we worked at it
With every
turning page. We make each other laugh a lot,
We
have to, or we'll cry.
It's a matter of survival,
A case of "do or
die." This marriage is my second one.
But
for him, it is the first.
The marriage I had before
Was happiness in reverse. It
was also said at the first,
This marriage had no a chance,
But they didn't
know it was God's will,
And worth a second glance. So
here we are, a "cute couple,"
That laughs and jokes and "plays,"
Even
with diverse adversities,
And apparently it pays. It's
obvious it also shows;
We don't intend to make you nervous,
But the joy
of God is in us,
And we're glad to be of service. |
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| A Strange
and Wondrous Love
It is a strange and wondrous love
That God would show us from above,
To give His very life that we,
His
children, would see Eternity.
There is no doubt in me at all
That
God wants us to stand up tall,
To fight the Evil that lies inside,
To
keep us from being His Holy Bride. I
want to glorify my Lord,
To thank Him for my life restored.
There's nothing
else I want so much,
Than to see Him and to feel His touch.
I want
to die to self and find
A new life of a different kind —
The seed
that God has sown today,
Will rise up fresh that final day. |
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