If I were you and you were me I would tell you about my knees. It was on a Tuesday I had surgery, Boy oh boy and me oh me. When I woke up four hours later than that, I itched everywhere that I could scratch. My dreams were so real I could tell you more about the silver spider that ended up on the floor. Maybe it was the oxygen or the pills but the thing in my head I wasn't sure was real. All I know is soon I would be getting out of bed but I lay here trying to get comfortable instead. After I received a blood transfusion, After my head cleared of confusion, It was off to the nursing home I went, Now for the leg machine, my knees to bend. The dull ache that invades my day, But my legs are working with little pain. Up and down to the bathroom I go Even though I go very slow. Everyone has a different point of view, I say everyone who comes into my room. Gives me love and encouragement that I believe are heaven sent. Got my staples out with a little sting, Along with a bath and a shower chair thing. Rubbing my legs with vitamin E. so not to notice the scars on my knees. The day has come to leave and go home to my own bed, I am taller now because I can see in the mirror the top of my head. I sit in the breezeway and talk with my friends, Happy ever after is a good way for this poem to end. Written by Tracey A poem documenting Faye's double knee surgery
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Its because you refuse to be honest.
It won’t be the thefts, murders and stealing
But the refusal of light that is upon us.
Jesus took care of our sin so we might go in,
But we like to lurk in the dark.
We are told to simply come to him
Even though we know we missed the mark.
Condemnation has become our diet
We feast on it in the night
Our sins forgiven we just can’t buy it
We feel that just can’t be right.
We will not come into the light
For fear our sins will been seen
He knows where we’ve been.
Jesus’ death is ours if we learn to see it
Our fear will be gone and the light energizing
We no longer struggle, we just be it
Bringing and end to our philosophizing.
There is now no condemnation for those in the Son
Because we are a container of light.
Out of the shadows the war has been won
We are lamps for Christ to bring others their sight.
Written by Louie
Tags: Brian Coatney, Do we have a nature?
The tirade of the old nature is endless,
bossy flesh, monstrous cravings,
sensual swoon, murderous thoughts;
you get the idea, and one could spend
all day and half the night in torment,
plus expert analysis to the finest detail,
not to mention the gift of condemnation,
which grows endlessly in its “I’m no good”
flip side of pride, after a season of exaltation.
Yes, that old nature is a killer for Christians
and non Christians alike, though the former
make a shrine out of it—the place where
one can find every reason to stall in defeat.
But once one ever sees that this is all a lie,
a pile of rubbish, and fabrication only
a serpent would devise, then the game’s up:
oh yes, the same war goes on always
in this dispensation, as Paul says
in Galatians. What a secret too where he
says that sin is no longer I—yes that’s Romans 7.
So if it’s not I, then it’s not I.
All the evil is the nature of one not I—
like all the good is the nature of one not I.
Where does that leave me?
Laughing all the way, as vine ripened sweetness
pours forth scent, flavor—mist watering the self—
bud, flower, sap, full power—and every
sweet and merciful certainty of faith.
Tags: beauty, encouraging poem, Jail ladies, nobody cares, Words of hope, you are a treasure
If you could see what I see,
Then you would see true beauty.
Beauty comes from inside
It’s something you can’t hide
I’m not beautiful, you say
You don’t even like yourself today
I can see that you have been hurt
A lot of the time, you feel like dirt
You feel nobody cares for you and why should they?
I don’t know the things you have done along the way.
There’s a darkness that swirls around you
It’s so thick at times, you just can’t see.
The walls close in around you so tight,
Feeling alone, you search for the light
Bound by the fear and pain,
You are paralyzed by those chains
You can’t believe I am standing here
Because all of your life you have dreamed
That somehow love would find you
And now I’m telling you, you are a treasure
A precious gem without measure.
If you could see, then you’d understand,
Why I fall down to my knees and
Pray my love will be worthy of the one
Who gave the life and blood of his only son.
So that you could see what I see
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Then, I am beholding true beauty!
Written by Tracey for the ladies in jail
Tags: Christ in me, Love, minister grace, rest, the hope of glory
What do you see
when you look at me?
Do you feel the Spirit
or do you fear it?
Does it minister grace
or a slap in the face?
Can you rest around me
or do you feel like running?
For I have died and no longer live
it’s no longer me who gives
Christ in me, the hope of Glory
He and I live the same story
so when your with me, it’s really Jesus
It’s Him but the world sees us.
When I look at you, I see love,
because I look through the eyes of Jesus.
Written by Tracey