Loves Me 10/2/2010

Loves me when I’m crying,

Loves me when I’m blue,

Loves me when I’m laying,

On his chest when the day is through.

Loves me when I’m cooking,

Loves me when I’m not,

Loves me when I’m rambling,

About silly details he’s forgot.

Loves me when I’m weak,

Loves me when I’m strong,

Loves me every way,

Even when the week has been too long.

Loves me when we’re laughing,

Loves me when we’re not,

Loves me when we say our prayers,

A blessing that can’t be bought.

Loves me when he holds me,

Loves me when I’m away,

Loves me ever so perfectly,

I’m counting down the days.

Loves me in the future,

Loves me in the past,

Loves me this very minute,

A love to forever last.

2/28/2004

What has happened?
You were doing so well.
Why is it that,
You have stumbled and fell?

Fallen from the stars,
Dropped through darkened clouds.
Stained with the colors,
Haunted by the sounds.

Escape can’t be found.
Stability---just a breeze.
Mind is left wondering.
Body---does only freeze.

Desire is to escape,
But feet need solid ground.
Needing a place to put them,
Looking but can’t be found.

Time is passing me over,
Life is blowing by.
I am endlessly falling,
Questioning and wondering why.

05/12/2001

Ghosts that haunt me,
Ties that bind.
Make me feel,
As if I’ve lost my mind.
Hours of contemplation,
Rest heavy upon my soul.
What is it, what is it?
What should be my goal?
There is no winner.
Who should the loser be?
Please, oh please, help me.
Help me to know and see.
In whose hands do I place,
The short end of the stick?
Regardless, I will be the one
Who will still be left sick.
Put myself first,
Leave the others last.
Is this the only way,
To deal with my tainted past?

10/5/2003

I wish I could erase
The injustice you feel in the past.
I wish that I could strengthen
Some feelings you say ‘don’t last’.

I wish I could give you
The peace you’re longing for.
I wish I could show you
Sands of a different shore.

I wish I could be,
The greatest sis’ you’ve ever had.
I wish that when I called you,
My voice would make you glad.

Wishes, I’m surrounded by.
Dreams that might come true.
Some of which depends upon me,
Much of which relies on you.

Life is sometimes confusing.
You don’t know which path to take.
Overrun with choices,
Not knowing which one to make.

Just think of your beginning.
Where did you come from?
Allow that to light your path,
Of what you will become.

11/28/2003

I need a stop,
A pause in this life.
I need an escape,
A release from the strife.

Not an end,
Or even a final chapter.
Just some time and space,
So my life I can master.

Crazy spinning cycles,
Taking a million turns.
Not knowing which of my paths,
Will lead me to more burns.

Just a little time,
To call all my own.
These are not things,
That I can be shown.

I need some individuality,
Some distinct uniqueness.
Replacement of jaded thoughts,
To endure life with finesse.

So just give me a moment,
Give me some time.
Allow my breath,
To catch up to these lungs of mine.

12/7/2003

Help me Heavenly Father,
To pass this cup of mine.
Help me Heavenly Father,
To let Thy light shine.

Christ my older brother,
Came and past the test.
Christ my older brother,
Provided me a way to rest.

Allow my pride to cease Father,
I need to bend my knees.
Allow my pride to cease Father,
I need Thy help please.

I know I’m not alone,
On this path of mine.
I know I am not alone,
With Thy love I will be fine.

I am Thy daughter,
Thou knowest the pain I’m in.
I am Thy daughter,
Help to erase my sin.

I need to feel Thy comfort,
I need Thy warm embrace.
I need to feel Thy comfort,
Help me to find peace in this place.

12/5/2003

Desperate feelings,
Unquenched needs.
Relief comes,
When I bleed.

Apathetic to this
Life of mine.
Need some feeling,
So my eyes might shine.

Tried to avoid
The ever present pit.
That is always waiting,
Such a perfect fit

12/5/2003

Knife is a slice of pleasure,
That helps to dull the ache.
Burns from a flame,
Brief relief for my sake.

Out of control,
Bringing a pause.
Somehow dulling,
Breaking laws.

All of which better,
Than the bitter grief.
That is tied,
To erroneous beliefs.

Some may guess,
But none can touch
The feelings,
That haunt me so much.

Chased down a darkened ally,
Found by the sun.
Never an escape,
No matter how fast I run.

Lightening strikes,
To my very core.
Thunder vibrates,
Waking the hurt more.

5/6/2002

Desperate hour of darkness,
Lingering at night.
Drowning in my sorrows,
Giving in without a fight.

Waters of anguish like tidal waves,
Permeate my soul.
To escape from the torture,
Someday is my goal.

Seething little moments,
Being tossed and turned.
Some may say it is as it should,
and I have lived and learned.

Lived and learned, that I have.
I've got the scars to prove.
All of them are hiding,
Not one, willing to move.

They are my very company.
They are my un-kind friend.
Depths that submerge too deep.
How will they ever mend?

4/10/2002

If I were a painter,
I'd paint many a great scene.
I'd paint the way of my life,
I'd paint bitterness by a stream.

Pictures of my frailty,
Pictures of a beast.
All of which, a part of me,
Much of which matters least.

I'd use the essence of the sun,
To show the stinging pain.
The lighting bolt across the sky,
Representing bitterness in vain.

The delicate petals of a rose,
Yet the thorns forever stay.
The leaves of the autumn tree,
That fall along the way.

Wilted flowers on the ground,
Deadened by the sun.
Clouds are drifting over,
Darkness has begun.

2/14/2002

Breathe peace upon my face,
Let me inhale it in.
Whisper calmness through my chest,
Allow serenity to begin.

Release the grips that have hold of me,
Tell them to let me loose.
Let me float away from pain,
Please take away the noose.

I'm the weary traveler,
Burdened by my load.
Marching steadily onward,
On the path, I'm told.

Time is the only essence,
That makes any sense to me.
It tells me that mine is not yet,
So for now I will just be...

2002-2005?

Daddy, daddy, daddy dear.
From my birth you have been here.
Rocked from my cradle,
Clung to thy side.
Knowing from the boogie man,
You'd help me to hide.
From sleeping on your stomach,
To driving my first truck.
How was I to know,
I'd have such luck?
For in this life,
To call you dad.
What an indescribable gift,
For me to have had.
Your little girl I've been,
And I'll always be.
Because of the love,
You have given me.

2/15/2004

I am emotion,
I am prone to hate.
I am hate,
But I can appreciate.
I appreciate,
Those who care.
I care,
But few choose to dare.
I dare,
To occasionally open this heart.
My heart,
Can't stand pressure on parts.
I'll close,
The window of opportunity.
I will miss it,
Time will pass me by.
I will avoid,
Things that make me cry.
I cry,
When the pain hurts.
I hurt,
When emotion begins to roll.
I will roll,
The dice once again.
I won't play,
I'll forfeit my turn due to strain.
I strain,
To stay in this life.
My life,
It passes me, waving bye.
I'll wave,
Wishing to jump on the ride.
I'll ride,
The tempest I'm on.
I'm on,
Waiting for it to be gone.

3/23/2004

Fire's smoldering embers.
Suppressed lingering flames.
Burns me deeper,
All again, just the same.

Cuts tear through me,
Relief does flow.
Ripping, gracefully gripping,
The horror that I know.

Eyes so hallow,
The memory does haunt.
The voice of laughter,
Mercilessly will taunt.

Utterance of words spoken,
Where no ear can hear.
All the while hoping,
To hold some warmth near.

Because though the fire burns me,
And the cuts etch my soul,
I am frigid and cold,
My heart's made out of stone.

3/23/2004

I wish I was not tainted.
I wish I was not marred.
I wish I had no reasons,
To inflict more scars.

I want to be unburdened.
I want to be cut free.
For this life to stop,
Lessen the pain for me.

Secrets I keep hidden,
That I don't want found.
Only achieves in helping,
To keep my breath bound.

Reality's scary torture,
Threatens to overrun me.
It wants me to look closely,
It's existence for me to see.

I try so hard to fight it,
Control, I attempt to maintain.
Escaping bits and pieces,
Efforts are in vain.

3/21/2004

Tormented soul,
Too much to care.
Twisted heart,
Too wrung to bare.
Heavy burdens,
Of my shifted mind.
Wanted solace,
Desperately need to find.
A moment of relief,
My nature does bequeath.
Not to last,
Darkness brewing underneath.

12/5/2003

Loneliness enters,
I grab my pen.
Purge the feelings,
That have come again.

Another wave,
Of the wanted lost.
But it's now,
So I will pay the cost.

Always another answer,
To make it end.
But my knees,
Just don't bend.

I hear all the remedies,
Ways to make it break.
Sorry to say,
It seems a little fake.

Asking what can't be done.
It's the very core,
Of all the problems,
That invade me more.

Broken, tattered spirit,
Soul, sick and darkened.
Having thoughts,
That shouldn't be mentioned.

2000-2005??

I'm the miscellaneous,
The one who doesn't fit.
I'm the miscellaneous,
The one you just can't get.

Inquisitive peering eyes,
Starring at your soul.
Do I make you nervous,
Since hiding is your goal?

What makes me,
The way I am?
Perhaps I am fake,
Just a sham.

Reason would,
Suggest otherwise.
I'm the one,
Not the disguise.

What makes me tick,
Makes time go by?
Why am I an irritation,
Like that of a sty?

Trying to get a closer look,
I'm still too far away.
Trying to pry into me,
But inspiration won't stay.

I'll tell you now,
You've got the jest of me.
There's not much more,
That I'll allow you to see.

Will you ever figure me,
Ever know me well?
Who knows,
Only time will tell...

2005?

The boy is grown
And is now a man.
Look at him now,
How tall he does stand.

His shirt is pressed.
In his eyes there's a gleam.
He appears a little wiser,
More than his years it seems.

He'll leave his family,
On a journey he's bound.
Working for his Father's will,
Humility will be found.

Opposition he will surely face.
Some days may seem dark.
At these times just remember,
What started the inner spark.

There are many waiting,
In this world and the next.
Waiting for the opportunity,
To take the eternal test.

Be watchful as you tarry.
Do not hurry by.
The meekest of souls,
Are searching by the way.

Be a good example.
It is Christ you are to follow.
He'll be forever with you.
Holding you in his hand, the hallow.

2000-2001?

Just as my heart decides,
That it may want to love again,
My memories quickly remind me,
Of the cruelty of a man.

A relationship, I must have again,
To ever ease the pain.
But with each opportunity, the door I shut.
The chance forever lost in vain.

What shall I make of my teetering little path?
Which direction should I go?
The path of least resistance, or of wrath,
Please allow the answers to freely flow.

My heart is a chirping bird,
Who never learned to fly.
Was removed from the nest too early,
So now opportunity passes by.

Will I ever learn again,
Trust these broken wings?
Stretch them out, look to the sun,
Wondering, what life shall bring.

Pain has not escaped me,
Pity is my poisoned curse.
Wishing I could end it all,
With the last stanza of this verse.

6/30/2000

Trapped in a corner, no place to turn around.
Looking for love, not what I found.
Stained with a broken heart,
Shamed by my pride.
Knowing all along, those sweet words were lies.
Truth was my enemy, Ignorance my song.
Trying desperately to just "go along."
Dancing the dance that never ends,
Smiling softly as I pretend.
Why is the damage done so great?
It should be over and gone, it's getting late.
The story is finished; the book has been closed.
Things are no longer, what I had once supposed.
Reality I can handle, but the memories don't fade.
Memories like stormy waters, which I must constantly wade.
Regret is my companion, my ever-faithful friend.
Who strives to stay with me, preventing any mend.
Somewhere along my broken path, things will turn around.
The memories that sharply sting me, will no longer be found.
I have faith and hope, searching for the light,
Knowing that somehow, everything will turn out just right.

10/9/2001

Sins that return to haunt me.
Memories that mockingly taunt me.
When will the torment end?
Why will my heart not mend?

Gone are the days of my tainted past.
Long do the repercussions last.
If only I could go back in time,
I'd change so much about this life of mine.

Scars I'd erase from my mind and my heart.
I would have a fresh new start.
Pictures play frame by frame in my mind.
The most intricate memories, I can't help but find.

5/25/2001

"Thank thee for this day dear Lord,"
Are the words that I pray.
But my true thought,
I never say.
Perhaps it would be okay
If with this paper and pen,
I could express my feelings,
I pray it's not a sin.
I would ask the Lord, to help me.
I'm falling on my way.
It seems to be getting harder,
To live each passing day.
The problem now being,
That with this said,
I feel so ungrateful,
For wishing to be dead.
I know I'm blessed.
Compared to others, I've had it easy.
This does little to rectify,
Feelings that make my stomach queasy.
Never could I kill myself,
And take away what Thou hast given.
But I plead with thee my Savior,
Help me to see a better way of liven'.

5/23/2001

Drowning, drowning,
There she goes,
Under the waves again.
Where? No one knows.
Get her back, don't let her go!
Are the words they say.
But more important,
Are their actions this day.
They had their chance.
They refused to see.
Until what was coming,
Came to be.
A turn of their head,
A downward glance.
Always thinking,
They'll have yet another chance.
Now I'm gone,
When I'll surface, no one knows.
Waiting they will stand back to watch,
As the wrath of the waves, upon me, shows.
The waves know no mercy,
They have no bound.
My feet are swept from under me,
Never really placed firmly on the ground.

5/25/2001

Another poem,
Crooked finger.
Permeating feelings,
That forever linger.
Nothing different,
All the same.
Still, no title,
To this game.
Feelings raw,
Reasons hidden.
Silent quest,
Of the forbidden.

5/12/2001

Don't ask me how I'm doing.
You can see that I'm not well.
Don't ask the questions,
That my presence clearly tells.
Don't analyze my darting eyes,
Because you know they are in pain.
Don't tell me that you really care,
Your words are all in vain.
Don't give my ill a title,
It won't help it go away.
Don't search for deeper meaning,
In all the words I say.
Don't think you've gotten me figured,
Because I won't play the part.
Don't mess around with my feelings,
I've got a damaged heart.

4/6/2010

You deeply exhale,
My breath held...captivated,
Wishing for no end.

8/26/2006

I need peace---solace,
Safety from the storm.
A pause in my existence,
Where conflict's not the norm.

I need to hear Thy voice,
Ever assuring and calm.
To feel of Thy presence,
Consoled by Your healing balm.

No more increasing agitation,
No fault to lay the blame.
No more continuance of days,
That seem habitually the same.

To all that I can not change,
Release my tightened grasp.
Invoke a change within,
Hold me in Thy clasp.

Continue in Your walk with me,
Although I fail to speak.
I think of much to tell You---
Even if my voice feels too meek.

Teach me patience by example,
As You have been with me.
Having faith and hope,
One day I'll clearly see.

3/7/2010

Someday I'll have a follower,
I'll log on and I'll see,
That someone takes an interest,
In the things that make me, me.

I will not let it thwart my words,
I will not get dismayed.
Even though I sometimes think,
On paper, my words should have stayed.

I do not write for others,
I write to release a need.
So I should not be concerned,
What others do not read.

I am just a poet,
And history isn't yet.
I am not dead and gone,
For now, my words forget.

2/28/2010

Rolling upon the rocks of God,
I am just the stream babbling by.
Some rocks are smooth, I roll with ease.
Others are sharp and injure me.

God does not remove each rock in my path,
But He allows me to pass through.
For He knows His intended aftermath,
How He will make me anew.

With each rock is left behind,
Some piece of what I've been.
I continue moving forward,
Never meeting my amen.

So along I travel forward,
Not knowing what God has planned.
With each rock I'm rolled upon,
I'm purified by His hand.

2/23/2010

Sister Wench
(Revised "You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch")

You’re a mean one, Sister Wench.
You really should take a pill.
You’re as subtle as a freight train
You’re as chubby as a cow
Sister Wench
You’re a cranky sister without your own mister

You’re a monster, Sister Wench
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of vengeance
You’ve got acid in your soul, Sister Wench
No one will touch you because
They fear for their life and soul

You’re a vile one, Sister Wench
You shoot daggers from your eyes
You have all the tender sweetness of a vapid, rabid bat
Sister Wench
Given the choice between the two of you, I’d take the vapid, rabid bat

You’re a foul one, Sister Wench
You’re a hostile, angry, haint
Your heart if full of blackness
Your soul is damaged junk
Sister Wench

The three best words to describe you are as follows, and I quote
Crude, Crank, Cruel

You pollute us, Sister Wench
You’re the queen of simple thoughts
Your heart’s a bricked off building with no entrance or a door
Sister Wench

Your mouth is an appalling dump of heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish
Imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Sister Wench
With your nasally, icky, voice
You’re a wicked, wenchy, woman and
You laugh just like a horse
Sister Wench

You’re a mean lady who cares only for herself
With no one to blame!

February 2010

Keep on breathing,
Allow hope to fill.
Moment by moment,
Time will not stand still.

Sorrows will melt,
When given light.
Struggles will stumble,
No longer a fight.

Each breath breathed,
Brings closer reprieve.
Strength of heart,
Will never leave.

Raise, look up,
Eyes no longer dim.
Each day blesses,
Love does not skim.

Hope is born,
Removing strife.
New life inhaled,
By the Breath of Life.

2/13/2001

Caught up in a memory,
Frozen by the sun.

Denial is my existence,
Truth, not yet begun.

Hurt is all but hidden,
Buried in a mound.

Mound of red, with a beat,
That keeps my breath bound.

Look into my eyes,
Tell me what you see.

Do they make you think,
No, it just can't be.

Ice like a cube,
Cold as the snow.

Contemplating feelings,
That one should never know.

Do they see right through you,
Watching your every act?

If so, would you want to make,
Just a 'little pact'?

Too late, I am sorry,
The bidding has been closed.

I'm going to find out,
The things which I've supposed.

No more little secrets,
No more privacy.

It's time for me to look,
At the whole of me.

Yearning for the future,
Tainted by my past.

Praying this confusion,
Won't forever last.

7/28/2005

Just A Little Note, Mother
Just a little note, mother,
To let you know I care.
Just a little note, mother,
Some feelings for me to share.

I want you to know, mother,
I see you in all I do.
I want you to know, mother,
Every day you help me through.

I see you in my gifts, mother,
The creative things I do.
I see you in my gifts, mother,
The things you never knew.

I see you in my face, mother,
At a glance of my reflection.
I see you in my face, mother,
Deep in my eyes is the connection.

I see you in my hands, mother,
As they dial the phone.
I see you in my hands, mother,
Over the years, how they've grown.

I hear you in my voice, mother,
When I have compassion.
I hear you in my voice, mother,
In your dialect I fashion.

I feel you in my tears, mother,
Gently as they roll.
I feel you in my tears, mother,
The one's you'll never know.

I see you in my blessings, mother,
So many stem from you.
I see you in my blessings, mother.
For me, all you've been through.

I feel you in my heart, mother,
The one you hold so dear.
I feel you in my heart, mother,
Ensuring you're forever near.

March 2009

Dad...
I wonder where you really are.
Wonder if you're near or far.
Wonder if you see my face.
Wonder if you miss this place.
I hear you in the things I do,
Helping with what I go through.
Wishing you were here to hold me.
Wishing you were here to scold me.
With you left a sense of peace and reason.
Memories remain of times and seasons.
Your laughter sometimes fill my ears.
From on my wall, your picture peers.
Some might ask for one more moment,
As their head is gently bent.
But one more moment would never do.
I'll just think back to remember you.

5/29/2007

Will there be a day,
When I will kneel at Your feet?
My tear stained eyes look up,
To meet Your mercy meek?

Will I someday feel,
Of Your warm embrace?
Fill my cup,
This emptiness to replace?

Will there one day be,
An ending to this struggle?
When it will all seem,
Less of a constant muddle?

Allow me to release,
End this bitterness.
Will You bring me to life,
Send me lasting peace.

What I can not have,
You have sent.
And why--no answer,
Even with knee bent.

What will be left,
When all is done?
Will I be left standing,
In this world all alone?

How can I trust,
When time after time,
I've been left,
At the starting line.

Don't want to be numb,
Tired of the anger.
But the only peace offered,
Is constantly in danger.

It is You who gives,
And You that takes away.
Why can't my happiness,
With me just stay?

Could You mend me,
If my source was removed?
My aching soul---
Would it be soothed?

2/5/2007

Find me somewhere,
Between dreams and wake.
Enjoy with me,
Close your eyes and take.

Take hold of a memory,
That grips like the sun.
Breaking forth through clouds,
Warming just begun.

Basking in the warmth,
Penetrated by its rays.
Enveloped in serenity,
Peace brought to day.

Don't keep me dreaming,
Don't cause me to wake.
Allow this existence,
Share with me this make.

Because somewhere between,
Blessed dreams and startling wake,
You are the very warmth of me,
Changed forever by your sake.

12/8/2004

Distant echos,
Resounding fear.
No one to love,
Or hold near.

Desperate ache inside,
Alone I hear the plea.
Hollow throughout,
All there is of me.

Tears do caress,
My forsaken skin.
Memories roll,
To places been.

There is no coming future,
No light to tint this dim.
Lacking a picturesque,
No kiss to end the film.

Melynda Williams

8/10/2004

My heart is aching-- breaking,
Feeling the forsaking.
My eyes are shaded-- dimmed,
Love through my life has skimmed.
Tears are calling-- falling,
Down wet cheecks they are rolling.
Sleep is pricelss--restless,
Mind too muddled to ease--a mess.

Melynda Williams

5/2/2004

Are you looking Savior?
I wondered from the path.
Am I still one of the ninety and nine?
Tell me how you do the math.

I have not completely strayed my Lord,
I can still see the fold.
It's getting hard to walk this rocky path.
I need to feel Thy hold.

I sometimes get lost in the shadows,
I stumble and I fall.
It seems so difficult,
To keep up with it all.

I know that I will be blessed,
If I just do thy will.
I believe Thou can add joy,
To the way I currently feel.

So please help me as I stumble,
Be there when I fall.
Listen for my whispers,
It's as loud as I can call.

Melynda Williams

1998?

Dreams...
They say dreams are meant for dreamers,
So a dreamer I will be.
For now it's the only way,
To have you here with me.
Every night when I lay down,
I close my eyes to sleep.
I drift away to my own world,
Where you are mine to keep.
The morning brings the pain again,
And I must realize,
That all the love we shared last night,
With morning light must die.
So night time is my special friend,
My secret hideaway,
Where I can go and be with you
And forget the coming day.

Melynda Williams

October 2009

I question God’s plan,
As if He’s just a man.
Wanting the answers,
God “on demand.”

I imagine He chuckles,
And ruffles up my hair.
Finding it amusing,
To question Him, I dare.

Perhaps I am His spitfire,
He had to knock a peg.
Couldn’t leave me standing,
Relying on my leg.

I don’t understand,
What I have been through.
Feeling betrayed by Him,
As though He always knew.

But now I grow wiser,
I know it’s not His choice.
It is I who failed,
To heed His calling voice.

I thought better,
Of my dinky path.
Leaving me exposed,
To life’s vengeful wrath.

So life has had,
Its chance on me.
Chewed me up,
And abandoned me.

I left wounded,
Tattered and torn,
At times wishing,
To have never been born.

But that is not,
The life I want for me.
I want it all,
To set my spirit free.

So now I make,
The fateful decision.
Fearing all the while,
To be met with derision.

Will God welcome,
Will He chastise?
As He sees through,
My self-made lies.

I offer only me,
With a simplistic plea.
Please do not scorn,
And forsaken me.

Melynda Williams

5/26/2006

There is a place buried,
Buried deep inside.
Where all the dark and hurt,
Of me I try to hide.

I keep it locked tight,
To me it’s bound.
Wanting nothing more,
Than not to be found.

It’s a heavy burden,
An ever menacing friend.
Remaining with me always,
Preventing any mend.

Could I give it up my Lord?
Make it go away?
Pluck it from my chest,
Create peace within this day.

What of the hole that’s left,
Could you fill that too?
Do you promise to walk with me,
Give help in all that I do?

I have felt neglected Lord,
As if to the wolves I was fed.
Will you now be there,
To lift my weary head?

It’s a rocky path I tread,
I stumble and I fall.
I get lost in the shadows,
And a whisper is my call.

But for Thee I will try my Lord,
To regain a firm hold.
I’ll release the aching burdens,
Feelings that are too old.

I will pray for patience,
I will turn to Thee.
Together we will journey,
In thy hand I will be.

Melynda Williams

Petal

Keep thine eye upon the petal,
Escape thy gaze from the thorn.
Such is life and its burden,
How the weight must be born.

Melynda Williams

3/7/2004

I contemplate my Savior,
Tear stained cheeks…dripping blood.
The sins for me He suffered,
The pain I caused…such a flood.

Meekly He offers mercy.
Patiently He does plead.
Relief for my soul is waiting,
To quench my every need.

Faith---just a particle,
And a touch of real desire.
Is all my Savior asks for,
All that He does require.

His hand is stretched forth gently,
Waiting for my grasp.
The decision is mine to make,
How firmly will I clasp?

He is a gentle companion,
An ever faithful friend.
The healer of my wounds,
The hurt He does mend.

Christ, my elder brother,
He has paid the cost.
My loving Lord and Savior,
Will never leave me lost.

Melynda Williams