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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
