Category Archives: When I Can't Not Write

Kay

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I have a sweet friend,
Her name is Ms. Kay,
She praises the LORD,
All of the day.

When hardships are high,
And comforts are low,
The LORD uses her praises,
Defeating the foe.

Her heart seeks grace,
Her soul seeks peace,
She looks to the One,
Who grants pain to cease.

Our LORD, who is true,
Sees each of her tears,
He bottles them up,
And bears all her fears.

While making her new,
While telling her story,
He helps and upholds her,
Promising glory.

She gladly receives,
What Her LORD does give,
For to be in Him,
Is ever to live.

The Apple of My Eye

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Last week, while de-cluttering and organizing the girls’ closet, I found a poem I wrote for Andre more than ten years ago. Crazy! I changed it up a bit, hopefully improving it!

The Apple of My Eye

I love my husband dearly, for he’s a mighty man;
I’d love to have his children numbered as the earthly sand.

His stature is attractive, his countenance so handsome;
His knowledge is abounding as his longing is for wisdom.

He is an honest image of the Christ that died for us;
My submission to his lordship is where I place my trust.

He is patient with my weaknesses, and tries to build me up;
I am nourished in my soul, as when with the Lord I sup.

He bears my burdens mildly, encouraging my heart;
His desire for my happiness is holy, set apart.

His tender mercies comfort me, confirming I’m secure;
His dedication to my welfare is steadfast and sure.

His grace given to me covers multitudes of sins;
He is my lover, my friend, he is my closest kin.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

We are one ‘til one should die;
He is the apple of my eye.

–Debby

Emmy’s 66th Birthday

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My mother-in-law, my mother-in- law…
What is her law?
To cheer and to sing,
While flying on wings,
To do good to others —
Yet she never smothers.
She is gracious and kind,
With an interesting mind —
Thus very fun to be with;
Makes good kin and kith.
She only sees the best,
And gives my heart rest.
As law made me a daughter
Her grace made her a mater.*

*And she knows Latin. 🙂

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

My Hubby is a Plum! – ber

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When we bought our little home, we had two working stools.
But then one of them broke, so Hubby got out his tools.

A day of vacation he used for this bit,
Researching and buying the right kind of kit.

He bought all the right gear on the first trip to the store.
No subsequent trips to Home Depot? – Seems like folk lore.

He worked and he worked until he repaired this small seat.
Not being a plumber, this job was no little feat.

You see it was a complicated affair –
Driving this man to pull out some of his hair.

But he persevered until the toilet was running.
I was quite pleased and impressed with his plumbing cunning.

When the throne was fixed, he cleaned it to a brilliant shine.
What a joy for him to have his and me to have mine!

So this little family of ours, you see,
Again feels like we’re living like royalty.

This may seem like a silly thing in which to rejoice,
But who wouldn’t have more toilets, if given a choice?!?

For My Husband, on his 34th Birthday

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The Apple of My Eye

I love my husband dearly, for he’s a mighty man;
I’d love to have his children numbered as the earthly sand.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

His stature is attractive, his countenance so handsome;
His knowledge is abounding as his longing is for wisdom.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

He is an honest image of the Christ that died for us;
My submission to his lordship is where I place my trust.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

He is patient with my weaknesses, and tries to build me up;
I am nourished in my soul, as when with the Lord I sup.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

He bears my burdens mildly, encouraging my heart;
His desire for my happiness is holy – set apart.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

His tender mercies comfort me, confirming I’m secure;
His dedication to my welfare is steadfast and sure.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

His grace given to me covers multitudes of sins;
He is my lover, my friend, he is my closest kin.

To love him, what an honor;
To honor, what a joy!

We are one ‘til one should die;
He is the apple of my eye.

–Debby