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From The Father's Heart, is on-woman's journey and the prize,

is insight, to a greater relationship with Christ.

Taking a message from her daily prayer room, as the father speaks

from His heart, into the homes and neighborhoods of America,

From the Father's Heart, has inspired many.

Collected here are some of the Authors favorite songs

Inspirational writings verses and poetry from first-graders and

grandmothers, housewives and Christians, wives, husbands,

brethrens, sister-in-Christ and Church Leaders. This book can

strike anyone, anytime.

There are poems of all types in this book; the author has her

own styles to combine her work for life's educating journey

(a personal walk with God), compilation of poetry. Many

are based on actual events from her relationship with

Christ, at each level of her life, others are purely

fictional. You will find that, with more than one poem,

you can relate, as a guide to daily living.

The Bible says the greatest gift is Charity, here we find God's

greatest gift to share, right From The Father's Heart.

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Just for Now


Just for now, just for this moment, allow the body to be at ease.
Just for now ….. invite the mind and body to slow down.
Just for now….. feel the breath glide in and out without effort.
Just for now ….. quiet the inner critic and judge.
Just for now ….. feel the peaceful mind.
Just for now ….. feel the bliss of a calm body and mind.
Just for now ….. enjoy the pleasure in just being.
Just for now ….. rest in clear, unbiased awareness.

I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground,
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I've found.
Found pennies come from heaven
That's what my Grandpa told me,
He said, "Angels toss them down"
Oh, how I loved that story.
He said, "When an Angel misses you
They toss a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown."
So don't pass by that penny
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel's tossed to you.

We all have regrets. Things that might make us feel less than or inferior. When all the "Would of", "Should of" or "Could of's" enter our minds.

My point for this post is in hopes to get people to open up and start talking about what things if given the chance to do them over again, what would it be? I get so sick and tired of beating myself up and watching other good people do the same.

I regret so many things in life that I have done wrong. Due to my stubborn nature I have always went against the grain of great advice. And sometimes it is not my fault, it comes naturally inherited. But there is always room for changing the things that we do; that do us harm. All because of how we view ourselves.

I regret that I might have to file bankruptcy for the second time. With all of the new bills and laws that are being passed in favor of major creditors, I just gave up on being harassed for late payments. Not to mention the raised interest rate penalties, fees and  always never being able to catch up and my credit is shot. But I know that I am a good person. I work two jobs, barely making ends meet. I know now that is their job to provide a service that appears to have a silver lining. Only to ensnare you into a relationship you did not ask for. One that gets in your pockets and truly does not care anything about an individual or their circumstance. 

Trust me I have many more regrets to post... But healing is far more priceless. Life's learned lessons are just that. Learned experiences.

Peace & Blessings

I. Teddy Bonet

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Should I stay or should I go

Should I hide or should I show

What are these feelings consuming my soul

Why they keep me from acheiving pleasant goals

I don't know if I should care

I don't know if I should dare

I hold my head high

Higher than the sky

Life goes on by

I hang my head and sigh

Cause I know one day soon

that I will once again croon

I am poor, as poor as you

So why do you come to me being so blue

What can I do to ease your pain

When I am feeling exactly the same

I am broke, as broke as can be

But yet you ask, "Why want you give to me?"

How can I make you understand

That I too was born of earthly sand

Even though I have nothing

I will give you this one something

I give unto you the last of my lot

I give unto you all that I got

I give you my blessing and love

They were given from my FATHER above

I give you my mind

So that you will not be blind

I give you my hand

To hold so you can stand

Now I have given all that I had

I no longer feel so bad

'Cause I know that some day soon

Those blessing will return in a monsoon.

A poem I wrote in honor of my dad and for all our troops! I Thought I would post it here in honor of Veteran's Day.

For My Dad: I love you! And to all veterans & soldiers.

~Life in a Democracy~
You leave your home, your friends and your family
You put your life on the line so that others can be free
Free to be who they want to be
Free to live their life in a democracy

You leave your children and your wife
You give your time and sometimes your life
The sacrifices you make are over the top,
and our pride in you will never stop

Some may not agree and others will complain
Some will look on you with great disdain
Just for contributing to this unpopular war
but they must have forgotten what you're fighting for

In my eyes you deserve all the praise we can give
because you choose to sacrifice so others can live...
Live a life that is happy and free
Live a life in a democracy.

Copyright ©2008 P.W.

* I also wanted to say I mean no disrepect to our female soldiers when I put wife. It rhymed with life and spouse didn't. God Bless all our troops and veterans!

"I'm moving on a locomotive. It's a flash of light. Motion. Speed. Exhilaration. I'm pounding my fists onto some steel. It's hard. My teeth clench. The sound of metal bending. Someone rings a soiled rag and dirty water trickles onto clammy ground. A beetle scurries by. The train roars a deadly, hefty cry. "Remember me when I'm gone!" It sings. I am alone, shivering, pale as the moon in December. I am the train. And I am furious." - Poem by Me

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My life has been hard the last few years. The drive of life has faded and sometimes I feel that there is no reason. No reason to live, to love, to feel. Shutting oneself off from the world seems to be the saving grace in this wasteland that is called my future. It is called by no one. No one to share in this void. No one to touch, to tell, no one.

I once was a poet, now a preacher of pain. Once, a performer, now forgotten and lame.

Once, I'd expound, to such glory and fame. But today, just a memory. No one remains.

Can I reach out my hands? I still need that much. If just for a moment, through you I can touch.

I 'll write you a love song, to pull that one near. To bring a heart closer, a love with no fear.

So you paint me a picture, and I'll give you the words. Then you tally the value of what you have heard.

I'll write for my supper and if you agree, the words will be your's to water the seed.

Well this is an update on the 83 year old lady with brain cancer, she is bak in the hospital now with congestive heaart failure and being placed in hospice, I have watched her 38 year old daughter who has never been married or has not even worked in the past 10 years because she has dedicated her life to taking care of her Mom who only has social security, This girl will have nothing not even a place to live because where they live now is only for the elderly and she was able to stay there because she looked after her mom. I went to the hospital and it is amazing this girl will not leave her mothers side and yet she is faced with being homeless and where they live there is no transportation and she does not drive, I only hope that if I live that long that one of my children will be that faithful and unselfish. I do not know if anyone can help but if you can please do and most of all please pray that when the time comes God will give this girl the peace and help her to be strong, this will be a great lose for her.

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Grateful Gifts Beyond Descriptions Volume 1 Inspirational Spiritual and Historical event poems

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Lost Tribe

We need more unity, more guide

More than ever God on our side

Not jealousy, not killing

But consistency in being willing

We are strong, you need to see

Our purpose known before destiny

You speak wise thru your words

But not of things I have not heard

Like they say, words are cheap

And many dangers lay in a gas seep

I see many talking the talk

But very few are walking the walk

Our women are riddled with aids

Fights break out at the Dr.  Martin Luther King, Jr. parade

Looks like a few generations were robbed

Too many mothers’ hearts have throbbed

And time is still spinning webbed cobs

I think a lot is still unsaid, and a lot still unfair

If you’re looking for a lie, I don’t have one to spare

So it’s time for politicians and leaders to take heed

Who in this nation has really been freed?

You have men not from this country owning stores

Were not born here, never fought a war

But Veterans in wheelchairs living on the street

Don’t own a twin bed, let alone their feet

Mother’s and children living on skid row

No one to run to, no place to go

I don’t mean to be mean, but where is the land of the free?

I think you see it, too, I know it’s not only me!

It’s Just a Dream

Looks just like heaven it seems

But Lord of mercy, it’s just a dream

I saw many mansions not built with hands

I saw brightness shining on a man

But Lord of mercy, it’s just a dream

The golden streets that looked like ocean’s glass

When the old world had vanished and passed

But Lord of mercy, it’s just a dream

The foundation was of every gem

And I thought I saw huge diamonds hanging on a limb

But Lord of mercy, it’s just a dream

I even saw a gigantic, awesome throne

And everything I cherished was my very own

But Lord of mercy, it’s just a dream

I know it has to be true

And I know you know it, too

But someday it won’t be just a dream

But heaven that was pulling at my seams

I Want to see it All

I want to go through life seeing things

What can life offer, and bring?

I want to see different kingdoms, and homes

And walk close to a live bee’s honeycomb

Visit Africa, Japan, China, and Rome

And see the real way that the Spaniards dance

Go snorkeling while the water puts me in a trance

Share the romantic city with my vision in France

Boating along the rivers of the Egyptians’ Nile

The entire time just share a smile

I don’t know what true love really is

And I don’t own a Mercedes Benz that’s hers, and his

I want to fall in love for real

And know it’s true by the way that I feel

Maybe one day even find a man

That keeps me in place, and has his demands

I Am that I Am!

I’m your iron that sharpens iron tool

I’m your sweater when it’s cool

I’m refreshing, you’re H2o

I’m every good thing that you know

I’m the five fruits and veggies that you’re eating and drinking

And all the positive thoughts that you are thinking

I am that I am more than enough

I’ll be here when your life gets rough

Sometimes I may seem to be your little pain

More than anything I’m your gain

The bubbly in your suave

The opener of your life’s doorknobs

I’m the beginning, and the end

I’m everything that heavens send

I’m your early morning mist

I’m your things to do list

I’m the laughter in your child

I’ve walked with you a million miles

I’m the green in the grass

I’m your forever polished brass

I’m your patience when things are slow, I’m your shovel in the snow

Even your silk linen and your gators

I’m your desires, I’m your caterer

I’m your Bentley, diamonds, and gold

I Am that I Am, the one that holds your soul!

A Man of Action

A man of action

Will not settle for mediocrity in its small fraction

A man of action will shine

He will be firm, but kind

And walk into the unknown blind

Give attention, demand control

A man of action thinks from his soul

And he will reach his pot of gold

A man of action will not lose focus

He will trust in God and no hocus pocus

His hand will extend to its farthest reach

And he is diligent in what he has to teach

A man of action will not stand idle and let no good thing pass

For he knows the green will overtake the watered grass

A man of action will not feel the drought

Because he was prepared through his thoughts

A man of action could conquer the sea

A man of action is the man for me

For I will live my destiny(c)

Virgie Lindsey