Poetry

His Love

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He is steady and sure even when he thinks he isn’t,

He is kind in what he says and does,

He tells me often what I mean to him,

He loves me just because.

 

He is my guide when I am not sure-footed,

He calms my every fear,

He lets me have my own space,

But he lets me know he is near.

 

He makes me laugh and he is always positive,

He knows my very wit,

He never lets me get away with anything,

And he never quits.

 

He meets my every need,

And he quenches my every desire,

He wraps me in his love,

And sets my heart on fire.

 

He cares when I am down,

And he isn’t patronizing,

He listens and he prays,

And he knows how to comfort me.

 

He is my best friend, my joy and my love,

My life will never be the same,

All of this love is second to God’s

I have never felt this from another man.

 

For one soul to love me so,

Is a gift from on high,

I will return that love for all of my days,

And this man I will never deny.

 

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Before I knew You Were Mine

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B efore I knew you were mine I prayed for you,

I said a prayer for the one God would choose for me.

I cared for you and continued to pray for your safety, your health and for you to come to know the Lord.

I prayed for strength for your heart and for your soul.

I trusted you to God, knowing He loved you more than I could.

And I prayed that you felt His love.

 

Sometimes when I was disheartened and would forget that you existed,

I went about my way and made my mistakes, but I always came back to you.

I knew God would bring you to me and I continued to pray for you.

I wonder when you accepted Christ and made Him your savior, if it was a day in which I prayed.

I wonder for the times when you were hurting, if God brushed my love for you across your forehead and gave you peace to sleep through the night.

I wonder if you knew I was out there somewhere searching for you.

 

For all the years I prayed and felt we hadn’t yet met, little did I know that I knew you from the start.

My eyes remember the beautiful baby I saw and wanted to hold. God knew even then.

The sketchy memories of our childhood days are like distant stars we can barely see.

But somehow our souls were still connected and finding their way back to each other.

I cannot describe this love that is deeper than any love I have ever known,

But I knew I loved you …before I knew you were mine.

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From the Moment I Wake to the Moment I Rest My Head – I Love You

Love Takes Time

My love magnifies with every waking thought of you. As the gradient light of day kisses my lashes I am thankful for your love. I pray for your safety throughout the day and I pray for your hopes and dreams to beckon you. A smile trickles upward as I fondly remember last being in your arms.

Do you know my love for you, my Darling? Have you witnessed its truth? Have you weighed the difference of my love with others bygone?

You tell me that I have a way with words, yet… my words have little power and I have no need to persuade you with them …for my heart speaks louder. I am a slave to time as it holds our future. Our happiness is dependent on its foundation as time is busy building our dreams. I will wait. I embrace these moments of early amour budding and blossoming and knowing that the pruning and nurturing of our love is not in vain.

My existence is more vibrant as I anticipate each day I get to spend with you and taking none for granted. My Love, you will never hunger for veneration. You will never thirst for affection. You will have my love in the very being of your soul because our souls are entwined.

When we are apart you will still feel my heart beating in unison with yours. When our days are long or toilsome we will be upheld by the deep roots of our love and adorned with its life-giving vines.

Time keeps us apart and time brings us together. Each moment is precious with every beat of our heart which is one. My Love, I would that you know the depths of my love for you, but words cannot speak it. Time will reveal my love each and every day until you are wrapped in its promise.

Words are deciphered from the mind and the heart. My words come not only from my heart but from the depth of the very beginning of my soul. Our Maker fastened our souls encounter and He has given us the desires of our heart.

Nothing can compare with the love we have now and for what is to come. By the time I rest my head at night, my joy is overflowing. My eyes close but I still see your face and feel your touch. The power of a love so true is ever present. My Love, you have God’s promises and mine. May your heart feel protected and kept forever.

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Two Souls

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God placed two souls together at birth,

Each going their own way.

God had to show them of their worth,

Something they couldn’t learn in one day.

A lifetime of struggles accompanied by wisdom,

The two souls yearned for the other.

Through laughter and tears they hoped ‘one day’ would come,

When the one they knew so deeply would be their lover.

God gives at the right time and He cannot be rushed,

He knows all they aspire.

His love soothed when each soul was crushed,

And promised them their heart’s desire.

Sometimes the souls would doubt, but hope always endured.

Learning the lessons from each new day,

Making their destiny secure,

And all would be okay.

The storms of life had made them stronger

While patience, trust and yielding had opened their heart,

Just when the two souls could wait no longer,

God brought them together never to part.

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Where Do Little Boys Go?

My Little Boys                                                                                                         

Where do little boys go

 

To watch your son run and play,

And make racecar noises all the day,

To hold his little hand when you walk together,

He brings you treasures of dandelions and a bird’s feather.

Wanting to please you and win your affection,

You are certain there will be a constant connection.

 

Guiding his hand as you teach him to draw,

Wanting to catch him whenever he falls,

Kissing boo-boos, but telling him to be tough,

Whether he is meek or whether he is rough,

When he squeezes your neck as tight as he can,

You say to yourself, “that’s my little man.”

 

As he enters adulthood finding his way,

There is very little he has to say.

Where do little boys go?

This is forever a mother’s woe.

Work keeps him busy and he has a life of his own,

The little boy is now full grown.

 

A mother doesn’t want to hold him back,

She encourages him to succeed where she may have lacked.

She just wants the love when he was still hers,

A mother’s love is sometimes a curse.

Of all the things I want to know,

Just where do… little boys go?

 

 

~Jen Jeffrey

       9-1-13

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And That Makes Me Beautiful

(Written for women who get down on themselves too much. I think it is important for us to see ourselves as we truly are and not what society sometimes makes us ‘feel’)

And That Makes Me Beautiful

 

I am an emotional creature – of that you can be sure.

Things affect me deeply, leaving my thoughts obscure.

I am a defender of others, but I am in need of defending,

I may seem strong to conquer all but sometimes, I run out of the strength I’m lending.

I am a giver of life; I carried my children inside me,

I am their prayer warrior loving them when they can’t see.

I am a woman – and that makes me beautiful.

 

When the world is hard, I add a special touch for others delight,

I create; I decorate, making things just right.

Darkness comes and it’s time to rest,

I look around me and see how I am blessed.

I want to encourage others to see that they are too,

I build relationships in all that I say and do.

I am a woman – and that makes me beautiful.

 

My heart is tender and soft, I love all of what life brings

My heart is powerful and it feels a million things.

My capacity to forgive when wronged is vast,

But I still need to be stood up for, when I am thought of last.

When I am a lone, I am a warrior the adventure is mine,

Hiding my battle scars, lest my vulnerability to find.

I am a woman – and that makes me beautiful.

 

 

When I am loved, I am light and my beauty is enhanced,

I lose inhibitions and I welcome the dance.

With the fragrance of my hair that passes by in a whirl,

I am a woman, yet also a girl.

The softness of my skin, the shape of my silhouette to hold;

Is a treasure that not just anyone can have, for it is gold.

I am a woman – and that makes me beautiful.

 

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Don’t Miss the Rainbow

(Written by a 17-year-old Jen Jeffrey)

Don’t Miss the Rainbow

 

People hurt and people grow,

And they will reap what they sow.

The biggest lesson I learn from life,

Is what to do with pain and strife.

 

Some carry it around and it becomes their only friend,

Yet some deny it until the end.

No one wants to go through pain,

But you learn what comes after the rain.

 

There is a special gift that we don’t see from the start,

Until the rainbow comes and beams through our heart.

Many miss the promise because they are still fighting the storm,

Others fail to acknowledge its there and become weary and worn.

 

Those who only look down, will never understand the message,

If you will receive the pain with an open spirit

Look up and be still – you will hear it.

The message, the promise, the rainbow in your heart,

Giving you light, where it once was dark.

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