MORNING PRAYER

This morning I awakened,
With a poem inside my head,
Where did my verses come from?
Was it something that God said?

Then, I began to wonder,
How do thoughts originate?
Do they really come from God?
Is He saying, "GO - CREATE!"

Then I question who am I?
Why would God have chosen me?
Such arrogance is shameful,
Forgive my vanity.

Why would a sinner such as I,
Be given holy words to write?
"That God works in mysterious ways,"
Clearly does not give me rights.

True, I speak fine words of love,
Of Spirit, God, and Christ,
Of forgiveness and repentance,
And Salvation's costly price.

But if I insist on my own theme,
The words simply will not flow,
I have to wait for God to lead,
And show me where to go.

I thank you God, for waking me,
With special words inside my head,
I write them down as best I can,
Because they're clearly what you said.

WHY MY POEMS?

It seems that many mornings,
I awaken with the start,
Of a poem in my head,
Or a song within my heart.

I frantically run 'round the place,
To find my writing tools,
Then I write as fast I can,
And set aside the rules

Next I weigh what's more important,
The verse's form or verse's thought,
I must write it all down quickly,
Lest they both be soon forgot.

I struggle some with rhythm,
I search for proper words that rhyme,
Is there any music?
How's the tempo? What's the time?

Then I test the words out,
On my unsuspecting cat,
Who condescends to listen.
If I hold her on my lap.

But then, at last, I've done it,
I have a brand new song,
The birthing pangs are over,
This time they weren't too strong.

I get much joy from my offspring,
Each one, I greet with grateful tears,
Truly God has given me their words,
He has nourished me for years.
by Ginny

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A Thank You 2 God
A PRAYER FOR A LOVED ONE	Jonah
A Rendezvous Of Bells	Joseph
Achoo Bless You	Judgment Day	There Was A Man
ANGELS, ANGELS EVERYWHERE	Just For Me	When Jesus Knocks
Angel In Your Pocket	Kelly	Who's Whose Master
Annie & Mark	Maude And Sue
Baby Moses	More Whipped Cream	Your Special Angel
	Mountain Nights
Because	My Day	MY FRIEND
Book Cover		CREATION
Caught In the Act	My Email Went Where?

Computers Revenge	On My Childs Death	HELP ME TO SPEAKAN OLD ABANDONED TOY
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS	On the Death of a 13 year old	TEARFUL MEMORIES SO BE IT
Daniel	One	THANK YOU MY GODLY FRIEND
Double Angel Love	Portrait	NO SUPER MARTS IN HEAVEN
Easter Chickies	Pudgy Angels	THE DECISION
First Christmas Gift		THE GIFT OLD 3:16
God Is Love	Ready 2 Go Home	I'M SORRY...BUT
Gods Waterfall	Reading&Riding Update	THE LAST LAUGH
Golden Angel	Sue's Song	GOOD BYE, MY FRIEND
Holy Cat	Teeth Marks in my Curtains	THE PICTURE OF THE CROSS
How Valuable our Worth	The Party	THE PRAYER BOUTIQUE
I Wonder		THE REVIVAL
John Howard		THIRTEEN (point) FIVE
	The Tower Lights	PAINTING IN MY ATTIC
Just For Me	The Color of Spring	WHEN TOES!ON READING THE BIBLE
Job	The Lady of the Train	RATIONALIZATION OF HOUSEWORK AVOIDANCE

WHY NOT MY POEMS?

Lest anyone, in error, think,
I am seeking public fame,
Glorifying God in verse,
Is my one and only aim.

I must admit, however,
I do seek the public ear,
So when I sing God's glories,
That many men will hear.

For it is great to tell His story,
I am proud I've been allowed,
And, each time that I share it,
I am filled with love, somehow.

So, if I give His words to you,
And let the age-old tale be told,
Don't thank me for your blessing,
I've been blessed one hundred-fold.
By Virginia Ellis 1999

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