Happy Birthday Jesus

The lights are brightly shining

There's baubles on the tree

The gifts are wrapped and waiting

For the time we honor thee

A tiny baby in Bethlehem

All wrapped in swaddling joy

A happy, happy birthday

To Mary's little boy.

But on the cross of Calvary

Our hopes and dreams were hung.

For they placed my Jesus

While he was yet so young

And all the Christmas presents

Are but an empty plan

For we can't celebrate the babe

And forget about the man.

Take Care of Me

I've struggled through the darkness
As long as I can
And somewhere, somehow
Lost hold of your hand
I've stumbled through th e pitfalls
I just couldn't see
I've cried out in anguish
Take pity on me

Come blessed Jesus
Take hold of my hand
Lead me from darkness
To your shining land
Give me a place
Where from sorrow I flee
For I am your child Lord
Take Care of me

When storms are threatening
Take care of me
Show me all of the beauty
You want me to see
Teach me to listen
When you speak to me
And in your great wisdom
Teach me to see.

The world is full of beauty,
But you have to seek
And there is good in everyone
Though we all are week;
But in times of trouble
We all turn to thee
And whisper "Dear Father,
Please take care of me."

Talking To The Lord

Dear Lord, I'd like to talk to you;
Although it's late at night.
I have some things to ask you Lord;
If you think it will be alright.

It's mostly about the children Lord
I left them in your care.
For you're the only one I trust
When I cannot be there

Danny had a cold last night;
I did all that I can do
Then, when I had to go to work
I left the rest for you.

Will the problems with the girls
Ever work out right
I'm placing it right in your hands
I've prayed half the night

My friends tell me I'm crazy
Riding the bus at two.
But Lord just what can happen
When I'm sitting close to you.

I thank you Lord for listening
We've made another day
As long as I keep trusting you
I'll never lose my was.

You're Worth Saving

Though you're down in sins dark dungeon
And you just can't find your way
Still you try to find contentment in your wins
You have lied, stolen, and cheated
And you know that you are lost
You're still worth saving
If you kneel down at the cross

You're worth saving no matter what the sin
You're worth saving you can be born again
If you will only lift your eyes
To the maker in the sky
You're worth saving
That's why he sent his son.

I Stumbled

Forgive me Lord I stumbled
The way has been so hard
The cross I bear so heavy
And Lord you know I'm tired
I offer no excuses
For what I did today
A lonely man held out his hand
But I looked the other way
O' Lord please give me
Strength to bear
The burdens that are mine
Please put more kindness in my heart
To make sure that you shine
Give my lips kind words to say
Despite the hurt and pain
Until at last within my heart
I'll stumble not again.

Earth Is A Flower In God's Garden

Earth is a rose in God's garden
Fashioned with great love and care
Gently he formed the mountains
Sculptured each valley with care
Covered its hills with green carpets
Sprinkled with flowers of each hue
Ran cool bubbling brooks down its mountains
Then covered the whole thing with blue.

He looked and he loved its great beauty
So swiftly he made his great plan
He would give what he loved to the ones he loved
So he gave his Earth to man.

But man found a flaw, for they sought it
And thought to improve on his plan
And then with no thought of tomorrow
Began to ravage the land.

The trees and lovely green mountains
Bowed low for the passing of man
So man left his mark on God's hand work
Not thinking of Gods greater plan
Then, God, high up in his heaven
Looking down, remembered its birth
And regretted although he still loved him
He had placed man on Earth.

A Golden Rose

God made the rose most beautiful,
Of all his lovely flowers
It's hunting fragrance follows you.
And lingers there for hours
Its lovely petals brush your soul
To sweep the hurt away
No matter what the world has done
A rose will make your day

A rose that is touched by caring hands.
Can heal a hurting heart
Put back the pieces of a world
That all but fall apart
Can bring a sparkle to the eyes
That recently knew tears
And fill a life with memory
That will last for unknown years

So when the day has been long
And victories so few
When the when the path has been too steep
And I don't know what to do
When the world comes pressing in
And I start feeling blue
It's then I'll touch my golden rose
And I'll remember you.

Passing Through

Good morning life, you are so glorious.
And I wait for each new day:
Something beautiful will happen
Before the close of day
Your life will fill with sunshine
Your happy heart will sing
When you kneel down to pray
You kneel before the king
I want to try to hold to life
But I know this thing is true
Life is a fleeting thing
I am passing through

Good morning grave, where is your victory?
And death, where is your sting?
I'm happy for I'm on my way
To meet my blessed king.
I can hear him softly calling me.
And it's such a glorious sound.
There's no way that death or satan's power
Can hold me in the ground.
I can see my savior coming
And at least I know it's true
There's no way death can hold me down
I'm only passing through

I'm passing through to be with Jesus
In a mansion made for me
I can see him swiftly coming
Across the crystal sea
All the cares of Earth are fading
I can see the victory
With his arms outstretched in welcome
Jesus now is calling me.

I can hear the sound of angel wings
I can hear them in the air
He is sending out the message
I am truly welcome there
I shall sing the songs the angels sing
And walk the streets of gold
In that bright and shining city
Where no one will ever grow old
There will be no pain or sorrow
And I never more will roam
And no more will I be passing through
For there, at last, I am home.

Walking Down Broadway

Walking down Broadway,
A street filled with strife.
Kicking at pieces
of someone's broken life.
For there lies the bottle,
Kicked off to the side.
Last night he held it
Like it was his bride,
As long as he kept it
He'd never be small.
Through the rim of a bottle
He stood seven feet tall.
But daylight comes swiftly
And before his eyes
It seems he had shrunk
To infinitesimal size.
He had to find comfort,
He had to find a way to get
a jug of cheap wine,
For tonight, he would hold it
Like it was his bride
And dream of the time
When She lay by his side.
When he could move mountains,
For she was his wife.
But,when she left
She took all his reason for life.
But, tonight in his dreams,
He'll remember it all
And through the rim of a bottle,
He'll stand seven feet tall.

Broadway in this poem isn't in New York. It is connected to Downtown Cleveland, Ohio.

About Thelma Josephine Bowling

My grandma was born during the depression era, 1933. She was too poor to realize there was a depression going on. She lived In Clendenin, WV on Kelly Hill. Her father, William Gordan Salisbury was a coal miner her mother is Thelma Mae Bodkins. My grandma had five children who all loved her and I have lost count of the grand children. I think everyone in my family would agree that she was the glue that bound us together.