Blessed for Mary Jean Golden
Matt 5:3-5
Blessed are
The poor
And all oppressed.
All are God's people
And love and blessings
Are theirs.
Matt 5:6-9
I Blessed are
All people of God
Who seek the best
For all around them;
For always
They are Children
Of God.
Matt 5:10-12
Blesed are
Those who do not
Turn aside,
Even when
The world intrudes
And tries to make them
Go another way.
Rejoice, for God
Is always with you.
Oh God,, you are my Parent
And I cannot see you.
But I have a question for you ;
Do you see me?
It's an important question for me
Because so many walk by
And do not see me there.
Do you hear me?
An answer came
Soft but very clear,
"I see you always
And when you
Are feeling down
I am near to comfort you.
And yes,I hear you
Talking to me. "
To hear your songs.
Let us all sing
Praises of God!
John 16:20-22
Come and see,
Come and hear,
That there will come
A great day
When all our mourning
Will be turned
Into great joy,
Joy that no one
Can ever take away.
Romans 8:35-38
And then comes
Our greatest joy –
That there is
Nothing or no one
That can ever
Separate any of us
From God’s love
Shown in Jesus
A note to all - I hate Parkinsons!! I hate the slow deterioration of the body so it won't do what I want it to do. I hate the shaking that sometimes doesn't show on the outside. I hate the fuzzy feeling I get in my brain. I hate the slow response of my arms and legs when I try to do something. I hate the idea that I someday won't be able to do for myself. I hate that one day I will not be able to remember things or people who are important to me. I hate that one day, I won't be able to write my poetry. I hate Parkinsons and what it does to a person. I would not wish this disease on anybody, not even my worst enemy if I had any. I H ATE PARKINSONS!!! My friends and family, pleasegive to find a way to fight and cure this disease!!8
I have found out what it is like to have Parkinsons and not :be able to get the medicine you need. You can't do much for yourself not even go to the bathroom. And sitting upright can be a trial. And even feeding yourself can be a problem. You loose all independence and have to have help with even the smallest things that you do.
Touch me,
Hug me,
For I am alive
And I need
Your touch,
Your hug,
To affirm
My life
That I am loveable.
Sitting with the family
That God has given me
Knowing that He is here,
Loving me.
DrinEnjoyingking in the joy
That is there,
Because God
Is in the midst.
Drinking in the joy,
God’s presence,
Then spreading the joy
To all around
That all may know
That God dwells
Among us
And loves us all.
Drinking the joy,
Feasting on God’s love
For even me!
Wherever I turn,
He is there,
Loving me
Every day.
What more
Can I do
But to love Him?
For He is everything
To me.
And His love
Strengthens
And upholds me.
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Drinking the joy,
Feasting on God’s love
For all people,
Letting the world know
Of God’s love for them.
Q
A Musician
Yes, I met Jesus. I had become crippled and could
not play any of my instruments. I had heard about
the healing powers that Jesus had and thought that
it was worth trying to find to see if I could be healed. I
wanted to get back to playing my music. I didn't even
have to ask. I was there in the crowd listening to
Him teaching. Quite a fellow, I'll tell you! I like
the way He teaches! But then Jesus stopped teaching,
and went through the crowd, touching people and healing
them. Of course, I watched where He was going and
put myself near where He was. He stopped and talked
to some folks nearby, then looked at me. And before
I could ask Him - "Please heal me," He reached out f
and touched my shoulder. I could feel the warmth
coursing through my body. And then all my brokeness
was gone, healed. Both inside and out! Of course,
since then, I have been a follower, a disciple. And
I find that I am now composing my own music, in praise
of God, who sent Jesus to us. It's so easy, especially
when you know that God loves you!
not play any of my instruemnts. I had heard about
the healing powers that Jesus had and thought that
it was worth tyring to see ifI could be healed. I
wanted to get back to playing my music. I didn't even
have to ask. I was there in the crowd listening to
Him teaching. Quite a fellow, I'll tell you! I like
the way He teaches! But then Jesus stopped teaching,
and went through the crowd, touching people and healing
them. Of course, I watched where He was going and
put myself near where He was. He stopped and talked
to some folks nearby, then looked at me. And before
I could ask Him - "Please heal me," He reached out
and touched my shoulder. I could feel the warmth
coursing through my body. And then all my brokeness
was gone, healed. Both inside and out! Of course,
since then, I have been a follower, a disciple. And
I find that I am now composing my own music, in praise
of God, who sent Jesus to us. It's so easy, especially
when you know that God loves you!
