"Snap"

Today with love and mercy

The love of God is taught

The book with his direction

Another soul has caught

The bait now used is knowledge

And God has set the trap

He's filled each snare with wisdom

And listens for the snap!

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- crazy poem but I liked the idea - so many people think that JW's are trapped but in reality we are so well fed spiritually we don't want to leave our supposed "trap" -

"Turtle Lover"

Turtle Lover

Wm. McKinley

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Here lies a turtle lover

He helped us cross the road

He stopped amidst the traffic

To help us with our load

He carried us to safety

At risk of life and limb

We've come to mourn his passing

And sing our praise of him

For if more men were like him

The world would thus be blessed

For he who loved the turtles

Is better than the rest

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- my brother stopped amidst heavy traffic on the freeway to help a turtle across the road - told him it was nice of him but he could have been killed - so I had to write him this and sent this little drawing to him too -

"Rustling"

Do you hear the rustling

Bible pages turn

Thousands are now reading

Listen as they learn

Softly oh softly

Seeking what they've heard

Quietly they're looking

Searching through his word

Eagerly advancing

Verse by verse they go

Learning, loving, reading

verse by verse they grow

Gentle though the rustling

Following what's said

They rejoice with pleasure

As God's word is read

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- written about District Convention and how I sit and listen to the bible pages turn during all the talks being given - it is a nice, soft, rustling sound -

"Tonight I Speak to You"

With monumental pleasure

I speak to you tonight

You help me with my struggle

And daily with my plight

The mountain now before me

To reach the top I pray

For with your holy spirit

I'll conquer it one day

So each day with my battle

Again I'll ask of you

"Pour out your holy spirit

I beg of you I do"

So one day when it's over

And I have reached my goal

Once more I'll come with pleasure

To thank you heart and soul!

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- written as a sort of thank you note for Jehovah for helping me fight and conquer my personal struggles -

"Hanging On Nothing"

It hangs upon nothing

This orb that we ride

That God has created

With joy and with pride

The earth in its glory

Is soon now to be

For God in his wisdom

Will soon set it free

He'll sponge it and wash it

And rinse it at last

Thus form a new kingdom

Erasing the past

The earth will be shiny

Will sparkle and glow

A place where God's servants

In comfort can grow

"How wise now the maker"

These words we now cry

This orb that we're riding

around him will fly

Though hanging on nothing

And silent and free

A jewel of great value

It has proved to be

For earth wide with pleasure

God's message has spread

The old world has ended

With all of its dread

Thus now as we're riding

This glorious sphere

We're hanging on nothing

With nothing to fear!

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Job 26:7

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- notes for talk given by one of brothers in my congregation -

"Mothers"

What special people mothers are

We love them one and all

Their strength they give in raising us

They teach us how to fall

For life is full of bumps and pain

With hidden stumbling blocks

And mothers wash away the tears

And in their arms we're rocked

Throughout the your life these blocks appear

And mothers love is there

Prepared to ease the load you fear

With all her love and care

Now show your children of this love

It's your turn now to give

You're teaching others how to fall

Thus strengthen them to live

So through the generations past

A mothers love has grown

And down through each and every child

This love has since been shown

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- started this for my mother but somehow got all past and future mothers involved - sent it to my mother any how - written many years ago -

"Love Among the Memories"

There's love among the memories

A mothers face I see

So joyous young and tender

It reaches out for me

The pictures of my childhood

Reach back across the years

With mother there beside me

She eased away my fears

She'd kiss away the heartache

And chase away the pain

Then wash away the teardrops

And make me whole again

If memories were rubies

Such riches there would be

For always in my memory

A mothers face I see.

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- looking at pictures of my mother and the memories associated with them -