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It's watering time in Heaven,
All the flowers are in bloom.
It's watering time in Heaven,
And the water's seeping through. by Katrina Edwards BEING NOBODY
Have you ever felt like nobody,
Just a tiny speck of air?
When you become somebody,
Nobody was there. by Katrina Edwards GOSSIP TOWN
Have you ever heard of Gossip Town,
On the shores of Falsehood Bay?
Where Old Dame Rumor, with rustling gown,
Is going the livelong day.
It isn't far to Gossip Town
For people who want to go;
The Idleness Train will take you down
In just an hour or so.
The Thoughtless Road is the popular route
And most people go that way,
But it's steep down-grade if you don't watch out,
You will land in Falsehood Bay.
You glide through the Valley of Vicious Talk
And into the Tunnel of Hate;
Then, crossing the Add-To Bridge,
You walk right into the City Gate.
The principal street is called "They Say";
And "I've heard" is the public wail;
And the breezes that blow from Falsehood Bay
Are laden with "Don't you tell."
In the midst of the town is Tell-Tale Park
You are never quite safe while there;
For its owner is Madam Suspicious Remark,
Who lives on the street "Don't Care."
Just back of the Park is Slanderer's Row;
`Twas there that Good Name died,
Pierced by a shaft from Jealously's Bow,
In the hand of Envious Pride.
From Gossip Town, Peace long since fled;
But Trouble and Grief and Woe
And Sorrow and Care you'll meet instead,
If ever you chance to go. Submitted by Otis Rainwater MY LITTLE GIRL
I was getting ready to go to work
When I heard my little girl call,
"Daddy, I want to see you before you go;
I'm coming down the hall."
What is it now, I asked myself,
Waiting to see what she had to say,
"Hurry, my love, I don't want to be late,
I've got a lot of work to do today."
I sat down on the chair by the front door.
She came and said, "I want to sit on your knee."
I picked her up and held her close.
"Daddy," she said, "I wanted to know if you love me."
"You know I do, but I must go."
Mother came and took the little one
And as I went out the front door I said,
"When I get home, together we'll have a lot of fun." by Thomas Howard Youth Camp - Piney Woods, 2007
I begin with my thanks to Wes, Steve, and Lauren, too,
I could not have made it were it not for you.
And a special thanks for my momma, Jannie,
And to my loving, supportive, husband Andy.
I woke in the morning with dread in my heart,
What if, O Lord, I can't do my part?
I'm supposed to help these girls on their path;
How long will my energy last?
With trepidation, prayer and sweat-filled nights,
I asked God to lead me to do what was right.
There would be twelve girls, to the two of us,
And we were off to ol' Piney Woods or bust.
Upon our arrival they called out for their bunks,
Throwing suitcases and bags, and some brought trunks.
Off we would go to the tabernacle to praise.
I hoped God would be with us; His anthems we'd raise.
Through all the giggles and laughs, goofiness and cheers,
I felt the presence of our Lord was very near.
Intermingled with talks of makeup and hair,
My Lord, My God, He was there.
We'd open our Bibles, we'd study and cry;
Well, maybe mostly me -- I can't tell a lie.
But we would pray together as a circle of friends,
And God was with us straight to the end.
So if ever the call goes to venture to the Woods,
I'll lift my hand and volunteer, for it was good.
Not good, but great and awesome was He
For the glory of the Lord used even me.
Me, who for once, knew not what to do.
I leaned on the Lord and He pulled me through.
He showed me His strength, my deliverer is He,
For being teachers for Christ, is what He calls us to be.
There are no words I can use to express
In how many ways I was truly blessed.
Thank you, God, for creating that plea,
The desire to do you will ... `Here I am, Lord, send me.' by Sherry Parker
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