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In the
silence
The clarity of your
voice,
Climbs high
Upon the eagles
wings.
The chains of
doubt
That imprison my
soul,
Fall away beneath my
feet.
In the freedom and
majesty
Of the sentinel's
gaze,
Faith is
strengthened
And hope
returned
To a weary
heart,
Upon the silent
flight
Of eagles
wings.
Chris Roe, Norfolk,
England.
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With only the faith of a mustard seed You can fight any foe And know God is beside you Wherever you may go For mountains can be moved With faith that is quite small And He will be there with us Through good, through bad, through all. He will be your strength when you're Too weak to go on. Night is always darkest Just before the dawn He will be the flame that Burns to light your way. He'll be there in the songs Of birds at the break of day The beauty of the sunset Reminds us every night That He is here beside us And we're precious in His sight. He will be the sunshine that Warms you when it's cold He is the shepherd who Prepares for us a fold. When our work on earth is through If faithful we have been He will take us by the hand and say You're free of sin. Our debt was paid by Jesus He died so we could live It was the greatest present Anyone could ever give. So when the troubles of this life Seem too hard to bear Just call upon your Savior And know that he is there. All rights reserved by Cynthia J Mackenzie Dec 18,1999 11:59 AM TsalagiSpirit@cs.com |
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Every single branch on each and every tree. Every grain of sand, every animal you see. Every daisy, every violet, every blade of grass. How do you believe that these things came to pass? Can you not see the touch of our gentle Maker's hand? Why is it some feel it's hard to understand? When I see an eagle soaring through the sky. When I watch the flight of a lovely butterfly. When I smell the fragrance of a lilac in the spring. I know deep inside my soul God gave us all these things. The sun, the moon, the stars that light the sky above. He created all these things with His wisdom and His love. He asks for our obedience, He asks that we believe. In complex complexities of which we can't conceive. He gave us Ten Commandments to live by everyday. Whether we're at work, at church, at school, at play. Although we try to follow what He asks us to do. That we would disobey Him was something that He knew. So in His Grace He sent His son to die for all our sins. He was crucified, entombed but He rose up again. He said He would prepare a place for the Faithful when they die. A paradise to which our freed up souls could rise. Perfection we will not achieve, but we can always strive. Redemption is within our reach as long as we're alive. So bow your head and as a child who knows when they've done wrong Ask for God's forgiveness you've waited for too long. The longer it takes to admit the wrongs we're guilty of. The longer it takes to be forgiven and feel our Savior's love. All rights reserved by Cynthia J Mackenzie Dec 18,1999 11:59 AM TsalagiSpirit@cs.com |
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Dear Karen, Greetings from Ohio USA. Loved your site. I agree with your sentiments on organized religion; I believe in and accept God in my life. His works are wondrous to me. I believe I can have a relationship with God without Choosing the "right" place to do it. He thinks a closet is OK. I have a friend with prostate cancer; I have written some poetry for him. I am sending this on for you to read. Hope you do not mind me sharing my philosophy with you. Good luck in your endeavors. TsalagiSpirit CJ Mackenzie |
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Cynthia wrote: When Tyger came home for our 30th class reunion, we talked of his career in the military and of his illness. He said he knew how to be a soldier but this (his illness) was hard because it was so new and different. In war (Vietnam) he at least knew what to do, and how to react. He said he hoped to die an honorable death when the time came. I guess we all hope to maintain our autonomy and dignity. I truely believe Death has no mastery over us when we have a strong affiliation with God. |
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I've traveled this world over I've done it all it's true I've been proud to serve For the red, white and blue. I know how to press a uniform, And where each pin should go I can make a bunk So not one wrinkle shows. I know how to be a soldier, I know how to shoot a gun I know how to hit the ground and hide, I know when to run. Whatever else is said Lord One thing still rings true We fight we win, or we die, Lord There is nothing else to do. I remember skies And bombers overhead When even flying bullets Filled me with no dread. I've patrolled the jungle Like a tiger hunting prey I know which cards to hold And which ones I should play. I have often flown Helicopters through the air I always thought I could win Any fight, fought fair. But Lord you'll need to lead me In the way that I should go Because this new enemy Is one that I don't know. I know how to be a soldier Lord But this is all so new. Please stay close beside me And show me what to do. Time is an illusion Not a guarantee Lord, you've never promised us How many days we'll see. Our souls must be ready On any given day To take your hand with Confidence and fly quickly away. So forgive my sins dear Father Committed in your sight Surround me with your love dear Lord And draw me toward your light. When it's time for me to die, Whenever that may be Let me die with honor Lord, As you set my spirit free. Summer 1999 First of a series All rights reserved by Cynthia J Mackenzie |
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Cynthia can certainly write some lovely poetry. The following was written for another of her good friends whose brother commited suicide. Cynthia writes:
Suicide does not just kill one person. Cyntia's friend felt this helped her family... |
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In one moment in time, when all hope seemed far away When despair weighed so heavily there seemed nothing left to say When anger and pain were all that he could feel He decided to leave all the lies he thought were real. He forgot about the rainbows that follow skies of gray He forgot about the kindness he witnessed everyday He forgot about the future he once dreamed could be He lost sight of all the truth and reality. The fact that people loved him, the knowledge that they cared The love they had to offer him the many things he shared The pain that he would cause just never crossed his mind He only pictured solitude and the peace that he would find. Sometimes a gentle spirit in a world that's gone awry Gets lost and cannot find it's way, can't bring itself to try When God looks down from Heaven with tender loving eyes He can see completely every facet of our lives. It's up to God not man to judge the things that have been done We are His Creation, in Love He Sent His Son To walk this earth, to die, to rise and live again To grant us all salvation, to save our souls from sin. Each time a sparrow falls lifeless to the ground Our Father up in Heaven hears that tiny sound Would He be less vigilant when our lives quickly end Regardless of the reason, on God you can depend. For God in all His tenderness can see inside their mind And when He searches carefully no evil does He find Just discontent, confusion, pain, and fear, and sorrow With no hope for today and no vision of tomorrow. No Malice little forethought, just decisions made in haste God grieves up there in Heaven for this senseless needless waste Yet even as the sheep are gathered safely to the fold Our Lord is so magnificent He gathers broken souls. He takes them home to be eternally with Him To never know the torment they knew on earth again. Peace and Hope and Happiness are instantly restored When souls cross the threshold of Heavens golden door |
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Hello Karen, Your love for your grandfather is great. I had a similiar experience with my sister. She was in intensive care for many months. She was brought back to life three times. We all prayed for her relentlessly. Now ten years later after years of work she is ok and living a normal life. There is a lot of power in the power of prayer. Peace in Christ, Steven Merten |
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Dear Sir/Madam I think your poems are fantastic and all of the words mean so much I think this is the best poem site I have ever visited. Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! From A Hedges |
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Dear Karen, Thank you very much for posting the poems, thoughts, and your personal struggles. The poems are uplifting, inspiring, and reminders of what really matters in life on this earth. It was good for me to see your statment of "I believe in God, not in religion". That is something I have been struggling with too -- they hypocrisy of supposed believers who show up once a week, say a few prayers, then go back to their very un-God like ways. It is nice to know there are others who feel the same. I am coping with health problems and family troubles, and I just want to say thank you for taking the time to create this web-page, it is an absolute jewel!! Take care and God bless, K Shuford, USA |
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Hi Karen, Just a line to say congratulations on your website. It was good to read of your beliefs. Somehow it is easier to share these things on line than face to face with people you think you know. Now and again it will strike a chord with someone and you have 'connected', as I did with you here. Some have also connected with me via my poems included on our our website and I thought you might like to share. Bye for now. Adelaide |
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Hi, Your site is great. Thanks for the thoughts. Terry (she) |
If you like what I have done or have any further suggestions or poems you might like
to have added to this page, please email
kday@chariot.net.au it would be greatly appreciated.
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