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The Judge

 

In the realms of outer appearance

Eyes all peering at me from the start

Pronouncing a judgment thought to be right

With never a look at my heart

 

They’ve said you can know what’s inside

By looking at that outer shell

Putting ones self in the place of God

To save from the fires of hell

 

How many have taken the time

To see the beauty in whom someone is

What is it they love most in this life?

What is it that’s making them tick?

 

“Performance” is another of those words

The cause of my heart to cry out

‘Cause often my talent is locked up inside

Not showing what I’m all about

 

Yet we all judge most by appearance

So I’ve learned to just let go

And let only God be the judge

My heart?  Only He’ll ever know

 

Eloyce

April 11, 2008

Coffee


Coffee and me had a love affair

Though romance was not in the seeking

The energy gained happened up in my brain

More synapses seemed to be clicking

 

I can never do anything half way

If a little’s good- then a lot must be better

So espresso I drank every morning

It’s effect on me- always much stronger

 

“A vente iced quad white mocha

With soy and no whip please”

Just getting that out in the open

Set my tormented mind at ease

 

Eloyce

4/8/08

 

I’m Awake!

 

I think about things when I wake up from my dreams

It seems on a much deeper level

I’m lying awake in my bed in the dark

Recalling details which I’m not usually able

 

Names & dates- trivial pursuits unearthed  

Which I never knew I ever had

I’ve gotta get up and write this stuff down

I cannot just lye here in bed

 

Most details about my life-  like when I was young

Never have stuck in my conscious

 How do you look for something you’ve lost

When you never knew you ever had it?

 

 The memories I do have etched on my heart

So as never to forget their impact

 Are pictures- stories- in drama and song

In my mind’s eye- always intact

 

Eloyce

4/8/08

             All Comfy

 

              To kiss my wanton cares goodbye

                                      And have no reason left to cry

 

Surrounded by the things I love

                                  All simple blessings from above

 

              Curled up with pillows in my bed

                                                    While notes tread softly in my head

 

       Secure and calm amidst the storm

                                        A place that’s comfortable and warm

 

                Hot chocolate steaming from a cup

                                                  Just one sip is not enogh

 

 Rain taps hushed upon the pane

                                              As rest returns me back to sane

 

                                   Eloyce

                                   4/15/08

 

*That Day

 

——–She must have known her fate

That her life would end too soon

And her unborn infant probably would die

 

But she showed an inner strength

With three children by her side

A new husband- each the focus of her pride

 

She each day was growing weaker

Yet resolve was growing stronger

Any ocean would not hold the tears she cried

 

……… She went to sleep in Jesus

All pain and tears behind her

Waiting for that resurrection day

 

When she’ll see her own resemblance

In a tall man walking towards her

Recognition- sure to step up any pace

 

They’ll share a sweet embrace

View each other- face to face

A mirror image deep within their eyes

…….


 ——–A new daddy late in life

Just had lost his darling wife

Now he prayed his brand new baby would survive


He with years was growing older

And his health was getting weaker

Saw no way that- he’d be able to provide


Best of friends came to his rescue

With there home a perfect venue

For the nurture of his son throughout his life


——-He went to sleep in Jesus

All pain and tears behind him

Waiting for that resurrection day


When he’ll see his own resemblance

In a tall man walking towards him

Recognition sure to step up any pace


They’ll share a sweet embrace

View each other- face to face

A mirror image deep within their eyes

……….

 

Oh that will be the day when we all get carried away

We’ll meet our loved ones way up in the sky


God holds that key- to all family history

Knows each name & date of those who’ve gone before


The Father’s glory we will see- Grace throughout eternity

His Great love does overflow that deepest sea

 


——-They went to sleep in Jesus

All pain and tears behind them

Waiting for that resurrection day

 

 

Eloyce M Witzel

3/28/08

*Crosswinds

 

The crosswinds here are blowing- Without us even knowing

We are watching God do many mighty things

He’s holding the whole future- With a plan He’s made for nurture

Of his children loaded down with stress & strain


His father’s heart is reaching out

He’s calls a name all brought about

Because a loved one’s feeble heart is praying

He says Come unto me- My child who is trying so hard

Come unto me- With the weight on your back- Come to me

 

Dust clouds unearthed & growing- Blustery gusts right here are showing

From the western skies comes a knockout storm

God’s providing for our future- With a plan He’s made for shelter

And comfort to keep us safe and warm


His father’s heart is reaching out

He calls a name all brought about

Because a loved ones feeble heart is praying

He says come unto me- My child who has no place to rest

Come unto me- For shelter and strength- Come to me

 

Yes God is our strong shelter- Through all kinds of horrid weather

But He’ll soon send here a different sort of rain

So put down your broad umbrellas- And soak up the forecast moisture

Pouring down from our Father’s loving hands

 

His father’s heart is reaching out

He calls a name all brought about

Because a loved one’s feeble heart is praying

He says come unto me- My child whose mouth is so dry

Come unto me- I will quench all your thirst- Come to me

 

Eloyce M Witzel  4/6/08

Refills Please…


It’s not by my might nor power

But by His spirit that dreams take flight

It seemed here that I was grounded

Though now souring to far distant heights

 

What a wonderful feeling of freedom

Yet I’m still holding tight to His hand

To be honest- I’ve a fear of high places

Had my feet planted firmly on land

 

But with God I have nothing fear

He’s shown me He can handle it all

Down Into any dark places

I know that I’m not going to fall

 

I’ll keep reaching out to those around me

Keep tapping my creative flow

Writing-poetry-painting & drawing

All new tools I’m coming to know

 

I’ve heard this said about creativity

You can never use it all up

The more you use the more you have

It‘s an ever-refilling cup!

 

Eloyce M Witzel

4/3/08