I put myself in Jesus' hands

he gently held me there,

He touched my brow and kissed my cheek

he told me have no fear,

I'm here with you i love you so,you are

my precious child,

just cling to me with all your strength

i'll stay with you the while.

I see your tears,I know your pain

I feel your deep  despair,

So,you take heart my own true love

 and know i really care.,

                MYRTLE

this is a new and wonderful day,

its early and already we've had a thunder storm,

but it passed,

there's been rain,now thick fog,

but that shall pass also,

beneath all off that the sun is shining,

LIFE IS WONDERFUL.......

this is my favorite passage from (THE PROPHET)

BY -KAHLIL  GIBRAN....

And a women who held a babe against her bosom said,

Speak to us of children.

They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

and though they are with you,yet they belong not to you.

you may give them your love but not your thoughts.

for they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit,not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows

are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and he bends you with his might that his arrows may go

swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness:

For even as he loves the arrows that flies,

so he loves also the bow that is stable.

Winters icy days has  passed

hope of spring is here at last,   

all of nature lives again

nurtured by the sun and rain.

The Robin with its scarlet breast

search for twigs to build its nest,

soon the gardens will be filled

with crocus and with daffodils.

The once dead trees again will live

their shade and shelter they will give,

we welcome bees and butterflies

as soft white clouds flow  idly by.

All off Gods creatures big and small

ones that run and ones that crawl

will carry on their busy days

with food to gather ,young to raise.

We think of God and our praise we bring

our lips will smile our hearts will sing,

we thank you Lord for everything

especially for the gift of spring....

MYRTLE.

I LOVE YOU

three little words

three tiny little words

Oh! but the sweetest words you'll ever hear

when spoken by your love while kissing you

when said by a child while hugging you

when said by a sister or brother before hanging up the phone

I LOVE YOU

the most powerful words you'll ever hear

they can make friends of enemies

they can make strangers friends

they can bring communities together

they can stop wars

I LOVE YOU

the mightiest words you'll ever hear

they can tear at your heart

they can bring tears to your eyes

they can bring you to your knees

they can change your life when spoken from the heart

I LOVE YOU

three not so little words

MYRTLE.

Into the night she walks,warily she treads,

her spike heels clicks on the hard cement,

she stops,she glimpses a figure in the harsh glow

of the street light,

you wanna a good time mister?,she asks,

somewhere deep inside she prays,let the answer be no.

she don't want to do this anymore,"but"what then'

what would she do ,she can't go home,she left

there to long ago,who would want her.

the strange man takes her hand,she feels numb,

he leads her to a cold dark alley,she prays let it be quick,

let him be kind,he stands her against the cold hard wall,

he lifts her dress as tears run down her face,

it IS over quickly,then a fist hits her hard between her eyes

she falls,then blessed darkness,

another man takes her hand,"he whispers,don't be afraid

you won't have to do this anymore,

she smiles as she walks with him into the light.

                                                  myrtle.

In every life a little rain must fall

today july 1, is my birthday

happy birthday to me

ANGELS ,ANGELS EVERYWHERE

                                       I HEAR THEM WHISPER IN MY EAR                                          

I SEE THEM AS THE CLOUDS ROLL BY

ACROSS THE THE SOFT BLUE SUMMER SKY

I HEAR THEM WHEN THE CHURCH BELL RINGS

I HEAR THEM WHEN THE CHOIR SINGS,

I'VE SEEN THEM AS MY CHILDREN SLEPT

THEM, THROUGH THE NIGHT THEY SAFELY KEPT

I HEAR THEM IN THE RUSSLING LEAVES

THEN IN THE WARM AND GENTLE BREEZE,

ANGELS, ANGLES EVERYWHERE

I HEAR THEM WHISPER IN MY EAR.

                                    MYRTLE    

this is when he carried you

These are dolls I knitted, my niece sell them at her craft store

SISTER

when God gave us you

he gave the best,

someone to watch over

all the rest,

He did'nt give you Angel wings

oh! but he gave you other things,

he gave you wisdom and a loving soul

he put in you a heart of gold,

In Heaven you are surely missed

but here on earth we love you sis.

                                       myrtle.  

CHILD OF THE UNIVERSE

When  i die don't weep for me

i am not dead i'm just set free,

only my body is of this earth

i'm only here because of birth,

for the Heavens above my soul do thirst

i am a child of the universe.

I long to soar the Heavenly sky

among the stars my soul would fly,

no more anguish ,no more tears

no more pain and no more fears,

for the Heavens above my soul do thirst

i am a child of the universe.

come fly with me ,come let us soar

we will be happy evermore,

far from the worries of this earth

far from the handicap of birth,

let us with our souls disperse

for we are children of the universe.

myrtle

Flowers may becken toward us                                                                              

                        but they speak toward Heaven and God

H.W.Beecher

a very happy EASTER

to one and all

In Jesus eyes i saw such pity

was that pity Lord for me?

again i looked and there was sadness

were you sad O!Lord for me?

but than i looked a little closer

all his love was there for me,

In Jesus"hands i saw the nailprints

I looked at them and how i cried

oh!dear Jesus how you suffered

but it was for love you died.,

I heard footsteps in my darkness

I felt someone by my side

  then i whispered,''is that you Jesus''?  

he said ''yes my child it's I, 

He said ,''i know you're weary''

you carry such a heavy load

give me now i will take it

and walk with you down this road.

MYRTLE

HIGH ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP SAT I

ENTWINING WITH THE EARTH AND SKY

I HEAR THE BIRDS ,I SEE THE FLOWERS

AS I WHILE AWAY THE HOURS,

THE BABBLING BROOK FLOWS

EVER RINGING

SEEMS I HEAR THE ANGELS SINGING,

THE WHISPERING OF THE PINES I HEAR

KNOWING GOD IS EVER NEAR,

I CLOSE MY EYES I FEEL NO SORROW

NEVER FEARING FOR TOMORROW

I FEEL THATS HEAVENS SURELY NIGH

AS ON THE MOUNTAIN SAT I

MYRTLE.