Category: A Woman’s Heart

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THE GIFT

It’s a rare gift when a parent receives a moment in time that resolves all the moments that came before it. This poem is the memory of one such gift. Dedicated to my daughter for her strength, resilience, and devotion to love!

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Across The Table

I don’t want to climb a ladder I want to sit across a table Look into your eyes And commune with your heart

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IN BETWEEN

I’m between.

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MOTHER

This poem is about a woman trying to serve her family while the demons of the past haunt her. They spoke death and doubt to her. She mustered up the strength to raise a family in the midst of the mental onslaught with her Redeemer by her side. It may seem dark to some, but it’s a reminder that things are never what they … Read More MOTHER

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WOMAN

I never learned to honor the woman that is me Rarely, if ever, did I see what it looked like

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THE ROAD HOME

The road home is like a long yesterday I can’t forget A distant memory that’s constant, present

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WRECKED

I met a lady quite lovely Yet outwardly some would say not

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HOPE

Wide open spaces beckon Come breath Come sing

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BUILDING YOUR HOUSE/ Especially for Moms

 

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PODCAST/ 06.07.19

Letting go is hard to define. It means something different to everyone. This episode will help you take steps to let go of pain, trauma, and disappointment. With the help of the cross and grace, you can take this very important step into freedom from shame and live a beautiful life!   [I’d love to hear how this episode helped you. Please comment below … Read More PODCAST/ 06.07.19

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MY LOVE (A Captive’s Song)

In the night watch My love is scaling the wall To come and find me To come and hold me close In the Darkness His love is shining the light To my freedom To the end of night And my eyes are looking for him And my heart is beating wild for him And my life is nothing without him Oh my love, oh … Read More MY LOVE (A Captive’s Song)

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HANDS (A Tribute to My Mother)

Day by day She served and mourned Such pretty hands Such sorrowful form Eyes deep with hope lost Such hope lost for herself But saved for her babies Oh when she looked at them Hope alive With promise Told them of a confidence She did not yet process But one day would Fierce and strong Would not relent A woman’s heart A well of … Read More HANDS (A Tribute to My Mother)

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