Easter Poem

That night he betrayed You
And all Your friends fled,
You forgave them for running
And counting You dead.

In that mockery of a trial,
When they spat out such lies,
You were silent, they were noisy,
They were foolish, You were wise.

And when charged for the truth
You were not afraid to say
"Yes, I am Christ, the Son of God" -
Even then You showed the way.

And Peter, he failed You
Because he was so afraid;
He repented and he wept,
And I know that You forgave.

As for Judas, too late
He realized His mistake.
But really, all along he'd been
A liar and a fake.

All along he had made choices
And hardened his own heart
Till he took the final action
To keep God and him apart.

And Pilate, though he knew
You were a just and honest man,
He gave you over to be killed;
But it was all part of God's plan.

They beat You and mocked You,
Made You walk up Calvary's hill.
And even as they taunted You,
I know You loved them still -

The ones who would turn to You,
Realize You weren't a fraud,
Lift their hands to heaven and say
"Truly this was the Son of God!"

The noblest King in all creation
Was then placed inside a tomb -
The place He has been destined for
Even from the womb.

The Jews then spoke to Pilate,
Asking for a guard;
But foiling the plan of God Himself
Is really very hard.

That Sabbath was the darkest day
That this Earth had ever seen;
Their Hope and Savior killed -
Creation did moan and keen.

Sunday dawned bright and cold;
The Marys came to mourn.
But death had been defeated
And the temple's veil was torn!

How could Jesus be in His grave?
How could that linen hold Him?
Three days had passed and He had risen
Just as He had told them!

An angel rolled the stone away
And the guards fainted in fear.
The angel told the girls to look -
"He's risen, He's not here!"

They ran to tell His disciples
"He's risen from the dead!"
But on the way they met their Lord;
They worshiped and bowed their heads.

"Rejoice!" Be glad!
We have the victory!
The curse of sin was lifted
By a man nailed to a tree.

Jesus, I just want to say
You were really, truly brave.
I love You and I thank You
For all that You gave

To us, Your bride,
The apple of Your eye.
You give us every good thing,
For us You'd even die.

And You did, You did that
So we could have eternal life,
To spend with You, bask in Your love

And be Your precious wife.

Cheap Birthday

You’re a real swell guy

We can’t get enough of you!

And since it is your birthday

I’ll tell you what we’ll do -

We’ll test drive a Ferrari

But leave it at the lot;

And eat all the free samples

Of food we never bought;

Let Best Buy show us gadgets

And then we’ll walk away

You don’t have to spend a cent

To have a great birthday!

Make Someone's Day!

 These are some silly poems I made at work the other day for my coworkers. I wanted to make them smile :) I work at a pet grooming and supply store, by the way.
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Whitney
This bather's name is Whitney
She doesn't mind the mice
She would never hit me
Because she's very nice

Yes yes, her name is Whitney
She'll take a doggy's beard
And dry it 'til it's spit-free
And doesn't think it's weird


Andy
This bather's name is Andy
She came back the other day
We think she's rather handy
And we really hope she'll stay

Yes yes, her name is Andy
She's fun to be around
She's polite and not demandy
And she'll nicely groom your hound

Ain't this doggy pretty?

The Ballad of Baby - The Tale of My Search for a Car

As the new year began

I buckled down to find

A car - for I had finally

Made up my mind.

I had oft spoken of it,

Even researched online.

But passive looking was done;

I would no longer whine.

I wanted something reliable,

And a heater to combat the frost;

Something newer, with good gas mileage,

And hopefully not too high a cost.

 I had worried that it was too soon

To undertake all the costs of a vehicle;

But such a great need had arisen

That I knew it’d be worth every nickel.

And so, on a bright Thursday morn

I responded to ads by phone;

I made plans to see several cars,

But I would not be going alone!

I had sought wisdom from parents,

From siblings, teachers, chums.

But my companion for the journey

Would be my man, who always comes

When I need him.

Mitch arrived, faithful and true

And after a brief tête á tête

We went to the bank, I got the cash

And we were on our way.

The first person we met was a gent

Whom upon hearing his voice on the phone

I concluded was an elderly Mexican man;

He was actually Jamaican (I was wrong).

The car was alright, though a bit worn,

So we wanted to see the next one.

We got in the car to head downtown,

But what happened next wasn’t fun.

I had parked ‘neath a slatted wood roof

Right next to the column that upheld it.

As I backed out, I forgot it was there

And with a smash, I quite nearly felled it.

But the pillar would persist,

It was my blinker that was broken.

It had popped out of the socket;

Devastated, I began mopin’.

Could I do nothing right?

What a great driver I am.

Should I even be getting a car?

Then in came my man.

He comforted me,

Then scraped up his hand

Jerry-rigging the light

With a handy hair band.

Onward we went to Staples

To get some nifty duct tape.

We fixed it up, sighed in relief,

Went over to Subway, and ate.

(I was getting a little stressed.

Mitch strongly suggested I take a break)

After that, I was feeling much better

So we went on to the next site

We were to meet with a man at Starbucks

My profile:  middle-aged and white.

We ended up buying some bevs there

And chatting with the cashier,

Who was Christian, Ramonian, owned a Toyota Corolla -

It was a sign we had nothing to fear!

As we walked out to meet the chap

Mitch had to hold a laugh back.

For once again, my guess was wrong

Alas, this man too was black.

The car was cheaper, but needed more work

And the whole exchange had a gangsta feel;

In the end, we said we’d call him back,

 For this last car might be a better deal.

We got an opportunity to meet a woman

Who lived nearby in Hillcrest.

I was certainly intrigued by her advert

But did not know this one would be best.

After killing some time at Gamestop

We drove to the meeting place.

By then it was so dark

It was hard to see someone’s face.

Now, I will say I got this one right,

For I was conservative in my guess.

I only said she sounded “foreign” -

Is Russian ‘foreign’? Why, yes.

She was such a really sweet woman,

And a Navy wife to boot.

The whole situation felt so right;

All other options seemed moot.

Though it was dark, we looked at the car

Asked questions, and test drove it too.

The car was great, the lady was great;

We knew what we would do.

We went back to the car to consult

With Mr. G on the phone;

I got out the dough and readied myself

To acquire a car of my own.

I handed over three thousand in cash,

But this woman was no money hog.

She handed me back a one hundred

For me to get the car smogged.

So we settled to signing the papers,

Carefully checking for error;

She did all with such open honesty -

She could really not have been fairer.

The car was finally mine;

I asked for the vehicle’s name.

She called it “Baby”, said she’d loved it,

And I said that I’d do the same.

We discovered through conversation,

That she is Christian too;

She even had the car blessed.

God, seriously, thank You!  X)

For God’s hand was in every juncture,

Every detail of the entire day.

He cared enough to find me a car

And was patient to show me the way.

Thank You, God, for my new car named Baby!

And thank you, Mitch, for being my partner in the journey.

I will care for Baby well, so that she will work for many years to come.

Here's my Baby! She's a 2001 Toyota Corolla.

 Thank you to Sarina at Relay Memories Photography for snapping me a few shots.

 https://www.facebook.com/RelayMemoriesPhotography?ref=ts&fref=ts

Morning

It is the second week of the year, but this is my first post. I shall catch up. Please enjoy.

～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～

あさ ~ Asa

 

In the morning I wake, crack one bleary eye.

Now I’ve got to choose:

Either slap snooze,

Or stumble out of bed with a sigh.

Quick! Boil water for tea,

And make some breakfast as well.

Now some time with just the Lord and me

To prepare for the oncoming quell

Perhaps a text to my beau,

Then on with my clothes,

Clean my face, teeth, and nose -

Grab my bag, and I’m ready to go!

Photogenic, aren't I?