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Chosen Last

Chosen Last

 

When he came home from school

His mother knew it right away

Something had  gone wrong

While he was at school that day.

 

She waited until at last

Her child would choose to speak

And as he spoke  big salty tears

Splashed down  his trembling cheek.

 

She leaned close with listening ear

Waiting with loving heart to hear

And when the tears were finally past

She heard his whispered

" I was chosen last...."

 

Oh, how sharp the pain she felt

T'was if it had just been yesterday

That she too had cried while saying those words

"I was chosen last to play"...

 

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God bless the child

Who's chosen last

Who can't hit the ball as hard

Or can't run as fast!

 

God bless the child who stands and waits

And looks longingly at closing gates

That welcome other kids in first

Oh bless their hearts and heal their hurts!

 

Lord bless the child

Who feels sadness and shame

That no one wants

To call their name

 

 

Lord bless the child who 's chosen last

And let those disappointments be in the past

And let each child, no matter what their previous hurts

Know the joy of being chosen first!

 

Thena

God Doesn't Choose Us Last

 

All of you  that suffered so

In present times or past

Do not despair

For God was there

And He never chooses last!

 

Before the land and sea God made

And before the earth was done

God knew just who we would be

He knew us every one!

 

Every seed God plants on earth

And every baby girl or boy

He knew about before the world was made

And His creation caused him joy!

 

Men on earth may choose you last

May cause you hurt and tear

But you were created by the hand of God

And He holds you, oh so dear.

 

And not a single child of God

No matter what man may say

Was least in the sight of God above

Or last chosen in any way!

 

Thena Smith

 

 

 

 

 

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Before the Father made earth and sea

Land and animals and you and me

He knew then who we would be

And from the depth of times long past

God chose not one child to call  as last!

 

 

The Bully

The Bully

The bully is threatened
By something he doesn't understand
He has two strong legs and healthy heart
Yet his fear makes him use his hands.

Hands that could lift another up
And help a weaker child to stand
Are used to create fear in another
Instead of to make a friend.

Legs that for running to aid another
Could be so kindly used,
Are used to run away from responsibity
And to take the bully to someone to abuse.

A heart that should be full of compassion
Has no room for the love it could contain
For somehow through lack of gentle nourishment
Only hardness and anger does it contain.

For those who have been the victim
Of the bullies that run free
Know that every single act of theirs
Does our Father see.

Father, help the little ones
At whom the bullies laugh and tease
Wrap your arms around them, hold them close
And their hurting hearts please ease.

Thena

Dear Son of Mine

I've watched you my dear son
As you have fought back the hurt and tears
As you have marched out boldly
In spite of your inward fears.

I have hurt with you when things were bad
And my heart has been broken
And filled with anguish for you
When I have seen your heart so sad.

Your spirit and your faith have kept you strong
And some others may be turned off by your inner light
That so sweetly shines from your spirit
For they have only known darkness as in night.

Know that I am so proud of you
And the way you persevere
The way you let your light keep shining--
You grow more wonderful every year!

Just rememeber my dear one that
God has gone before and will prepare the way
For you to get through with this in flying colors
And yours will be the victory some sweet day.

Others have gone through this kind of thing
And great moral battles they have won
The greatest example of this victory
We see in God's only beloved son.

Thena

written for someone in 2005 but thought it might mean something to someone.

Exploring Your Hometown

Photos to take in my hometown:

Churches
Schools
Old buildings
New buildings
Landmarks
Shopping
Beaches
Downtown
Fast food places
Tourist areas
Tourists
Ice cream shops
Bike shopes
The bay

Movie theater

Naval bases

ships

Cruise ships

Cars

kids

pets

My Desktop is still down and I miss it!

I can't figure out why people want to create computer viruses but I can't figure out why folks do a lot of the things they do...lol.

It has really cost us a lot of time, money, energy and frustration. It also made me even more aware that computers are not a safe place to store our "life". I'm almost ready to go back to the "shoebox under the bed" system for favorite photos.

A few months ago I had started creating some books with MyPicTales and Blurb which contained favorite family photos, favorite layouts and the poems from my Poem a Day site.  I also did a book for my brother and promised one to hubby of his favorite photos. Maybe that is safer than the shoebox.

Anyway, in the overall scheme of things, it is small potatoes, but it just seems so unnecessary for folks to be so disrespectful and mean to others. I think someone should speak sternly to them!

BACK TO SCHOOL

Back to School!

  Christmas is over now
  And back to school you go.
  I know that it is difficult
  For you have told me so!

  And even though you might think
  That it would be rather cool
 You cannot play hooky
  But must go back to school!

  I understand your problem
  That it can be a pain
  And you have gotten accustomed
  To freedom of vacation once again!
 
  But listen to me carefully
  I hate to sound like a preacher
  But you must go back to school
  .....You're the TEACHER!!


  Thena