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God Speaks, I Write
God Speaks, I Write
God Speaks, I Write
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God Speaks, I Write

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God gives me the words and I put them on paper. Mostly faith based poems with a lot of the author in them and a lot of God and his wisdom. Some He has inspired me to write are purely whimsical because God has a really good sense of humor.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAuthorHouse
Release dateNov 17, 2012
ISBN9781477287842
God Speaks, I Write
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Jan Phillips

Jan Phillips is an award-winning photographer, writer, multimedia artist and national workshop leader. She is cofounder of Syracuse Cultural Workers, publishers of artwork that inspires justice, diversity and global consciousness. She is the author of many books, including Marry Your Muse: Making a Lasting Commitment to Your Creativity (winner of the 1998 Ben Franklin Award) and God Is at Eye Level: Photography as a Healing Art. She lectures throughout the country, giving presentations that inspire creativity, community building and commitment in personal, social and corporate environments. Jan Phillips is available to speak on the following topics: Evolutionary Creativity Spiritual Practice as a Creative Act Photography as a Healing Art Healing the Mind/Body The Word, the Image, the Story: Tools for Transformation

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    God Speaks, I Write - Jan Phillips

    Contents

    Too Young To Die

    Hearts Don’t Forget

    Grandpa’s Girl

    Time Goes On

    Angels Among Us

    To Our Granddaughter Gabrielle

    Heaven’s Death

    It’s Your Day

    Windswept

    Friends and Co-Workers

    Can You Do It?

    Faithful

    God’s Love

    Legacy of Love

    The Son

    Sins Of The Father

    Hands

    Foolish

    Heavy Load

    Darkness

    God And Nascar

    Sounds of the Night

    Speculation

    Respect

    What to Do?

    Three In One

    As Days Go By

    Wish I could Have Been There

    Sounds of Prayers

    New Job

    Growing Up Today

    Tired

    No Detour

    Come Back

    Hoards

    Brains

    Truckin

    Year 2011

    Night Beauty

    Modern Day

    Dark and Dangerous

    Black Eye

    I Wonder

    Once Upon A Time

    Made From Clay

    Goofy and the Spook

    The Lighthouse

    So Many Things

    King of All

    Jesus Said

    Birth to Death

    Takers

    Born to Die

    Good Old Days

    Being God

    Ole Blue

    Blessings

    Book Of Life

    The Rainbow

    When I Was Young

    The Visit

    Past Life

    But Who Am I?

    Me And The Devil

    Doubt Not

    Empty Plate

    Fleeting Wings of Time

    God’s Grace

    Gone to Heaven

    Hidden Love

    I Want Too

    Ready

    Salute

    The Meadow

    My Vision

    Resolutions

    Wasteland

    This poem is dedicated in loving memory of our friend Leah Dawn Hanson who was sweet and loving.

    Too Young To Die

    There must be a reason why

    That she had to die.

    Though she was so young

    Her praises could be sung.

    Oh, she was so sweet,

    The kind of kid you want to meet.

    Not too long ago we talked into the night,

    About our God and what was wrong and what was right.

    She lived her life as we all should do,

    Taking each day as it came straight through.

    Her life was not all peaches and cream,

    But oh how she could dream.

    She was shoved from pillar to post,

    With never a permanent host.

    But God saw fit to take her away

    From those who didn’t appreciate her anyway.

    She was young in age, but old in many ways.

    Seeing too much of life in her young days,

    And if I could see her face to face this is what she would say,

    "it’s okay, at least I have a permanent place to stay,

    And when your day is over and your race is won,

    You can come to see me through the Father and his Son.

    And don’t regret the things you did or did not do or say,

    For you must know that I loved you anyway!"

    Hearts Don’t Forget

    Sometimes our minds may wander

    And are bodies aren’t too fit

    But one thing you can count on

    Hearts don’t forget

    Names we can’t always remember

    Til someone mentions it

    Then we say Oh, yeah! Now I remember it.

    But the face our heart never did forget

    Names seldom come to mind

    Faces often do

    That’s when you know for sure

    Your heart felt it too

    We have a lot of memories

    But times and dates are vague

    You remember what you were doing with the face

    Cause your heart won’t let you forget

    Our minds can be like cloudy days

    When things aren’t too clear

    But once the sun comes out

    Our hearts begin to cheer

    Sometimes years go by

    Before we see someone again

    It doesn’t seem to matter much

    They are just as precious as they have always been.

    Grandpa’s Girl

    She’s the sparkle in his eye

    She’s the sun in his sky

    If he could save her life

    Then he would gladly die.

    She has captured his heart

    She was so tiny at the start

    He loved her even then

    And knew they would never part.

    It is special too

    What grandkids say and do

    They will twist you up in knots

    And don’t even have a clue.

    God help him from above

    To give you all his love

    So he can teach her well

    How you fit her life like a glove.

    When from this life he’s gone

    She’ll still know right from wrong

    And know he’s in a better place

    And sing it like a song.

    Time Goes On

    We wish our life away each day

    The weekend is what we wait for

    And no matter what we say

    Waiting is such a bore.

    Then you find the older you get

    The faster time seems to go

    We need to cherish every little bit

    Needing the time to repay what we owe.

    God has a plan that we don’t know

    So live to the fullest each minute you can

    When it comes time His plan he will show

    Then you will wish through life you hadn’t run.

    Stop and adore your maker of man

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