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Oh you wicked generation
who has turned away,
what will you then
at your judgment say?
“But I didn’t know,
’cause nobody told me”,
when you wouldn’t hear
and you wouldn’t see.
You deny the Truth
when in front of you
because you just refuse
My commands to do.
When the end does come,
you will see My face
as you stand before
My throne in your disgrace!
And what of your sins,
for which you can’t lie
when I’ll see each one
of them before you die?
There’ll be no excuse,
nor any good reason.
Know, as with everything,
there is but a season.
Will a wasted life alone
be what’s in your hand?
Will you hang your head
when before Me you stand?
Or rather be the one
who does hold it high
as I say, “Well done!”,
and your praises cry?
Don’t you want to be
as the good, wise son
who changed his wicked ways
before his life was done?
Teresa Marie
8/18/10 – 2/1/12 ©
Smack in the middle
My life’s a riddle
Little girl among boys
With baby doll toy
s
As the song plays
I continue to fiddle
With the lyrics trying
To adjust them a little
For these blessed are
The progeny of me
I want to dance
As the fiddlers three
So when to thoughts
of me they turn
They remember this tune
from me they learn
And I pray they will
with a smile pass along
The new words of lyrics
they’ve added my song
As through our generations
this one to the next
There will come another
to add their own text
And so my life’s song
will be without end
As long as another
comes ’round the next bend!
Teresa Marie 12/12/11
I love you all, my babies!!!!
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Week 17 Theme:
“Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families
The memories not in photographs
are made of the tears and the laughs
Of the wedding bell days
kept in black, white and grays
When your loved ones are
spread out near and far
Held of cousins and friends
of loves without ends
without the crumples and bends
and no need for pretends
Those of sisters and brothers
born of their fathers and mothers
All the nephews and nieces
that are loved to pieces
All through the generations
the joys and devastations
Every moment do we weather
as a family joined together
When a life is gone
we miss those passed on
And I will not lie
at times I still cry
As mine will for me
when my time I see
But will forever be
held in their memory
for this is the family
that belongs to me!
Teresa Marie 12/11/11
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/
Week 17 Theme:
“Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families
What about God? 