life

111 Questions

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Tue, 09/30/2014 - 23:21

I saw that a fellow APer did this, and I thought that since I'm new, this might be a good way for y'all to get to know me a little better.
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111 Questions
1)Are you really ready for 111 questions?
Umm, I don't know, I hope I am.
2) Where are you taking this test at?
At my dad's computer.
3) Was your last real relationship a mistake?
Never been in a relationship.
4) Who did you last say “I love you” to?
My grandmother, just a half-hour ago.
5) Do you regret it?
No way!
6) Have you ever been depressed?

Sixty-Five Roses

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Tue, 09/30/2014 - 15:59

Sixty-five roses in a vase by a bed,
The thirtieth birthday of a loved father-head.
A foster dad, a favorite big brother, 
A good Christian man, a true and faithful warrior. 

With Cystic Fibrosis his lungs slave away, 
The Doc said he might live to his eighteenth birthday. 
His cheerful countenance is loved by all,
Many memories are made with him to recall. 

Wonder of a Little Dove

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Wed, 09/24/2014 - 04:19

Oh wonder of a little dove,
Cooing words of mother-love;
Sitting on your nest so near,
Guarding baby-eggs so dear.
You would die to strive
To save your eggs lives,
You hunt for their food;
In the wilds of forrest-wood.
God gave you abilities:
Instincts and agility.
A symbol of meekness,
Purity, not weakness,
Strong character, and wise,
Patient tone, gentle eyes.
If all men from you would learn,
A godly character to earn,
A countenance of love and grace;

Westward Ho! part one

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Mon, 09/15/2014 - 00:58

May 3rd, 185-
My dear Lydia,
It feels as if ages have passed since I moved away from you, and oh! how my heart still aches with missing you. But God knows best, and I am sure that this will be a better job for Papa than the last one was. He is already busy building the new school for the neighborhood, and drawing out the plans for our new home. Right now we are renting a small house in the middle of town, but Papa has bought about 25 acres five miles out of town.

Peace of God

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 05:34

Peace God sent me,
Sent from above.
He sent it to me
To remind me of His love

My salvation is true,
My faith is strong,
No price is due:
For in Christ there's no wrong.

The joy I now posses,
The trust He has asked,
He gives me no less;
I love Him at last.

He Loves Me

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 05:30

In the morning
I bend my listening ear,
And I'll hear the voice of God
Coming near, coming near.
I'll hear His precious call,
And I'll set my every move
To follow the Lord through all.

I know He loves me,
I know He cares,
I know He hears my needs,
Listens to every prayer.
I'll follow in His footsteps;
Follow where He goes,
He knows my every motive,
My joys and my woes.

My Dreams

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 05:23

If ever a dream I've dreamed,
I dream here all alone.
I dream of things revealed,
Of happy hearth and home.

I make up castles in the air
Filled with voices that I love,
Feet pittering here and there,
Always stay, never rove.

Why are my dreems so sweet?
A hazy image with no face,
Children I may never meet,
Little house, cozy place!

If I wed my dreams will be reality,
No matter what face or home,
No matter what I see.
Oh! If it will ever come!

The Price of Freedom

Submitted by Damaris Ann on Fri, 09/12/2014 - 05:21

Freedom is like a tree that has been growing on the street-corner ever since I can remember. It was tall and green when we moved in, but it gradually had more and more dead branches. Nobody noticed that it was dying until one day when it fell over.
Our freedom has been gradually taken away from us, but nobody has noticed because the government has been taking away one little seemingly unimportant right at a time, and nobody will notice how restricted we are until we are all in chains.

Wake up, America!

I hate Amerika, but I love America.