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Years of silence

silent pain hidden behind laughter

real and unrehearsed

Years of heartache

accompanied with moments of sorrow

and days of suffering

that have been intertwined with joy

tried

and standing still

standing firm

Years of life

quiet fallen tears

on bended knees

resting softly on hope

driven by faith

and wrapped in mercy

Faithfulness

endless faithfulness

proven ‘oer again

day after often long day

Promises made

tried and proven ever true

of provision, protection, power

and layered mercy upon mercy

Heavenly Father, faithful Friend

Comforter, Creator, Redeemer

Promise-keeper, Healer

gentle and strong

feared and trusted

It is in only upon Your shoulders

broad and strong

I rest my head

only there

at Your feet

do I cry holy, holy, holy

and find peace

rest

hope

home

My Savior, my Redeemer,

my Friend

Lover of my soul

Comforter of heartache that stirs

and pain that drives me

into your arms

finding shelter under your wings

Abba Father

my Daddy, Prince of my peace

Restorer and keeper of my tears

at Your feet I lay my life

all my hopes

every sorrow, every dream

every anxious thought and expectation

every moment of despair

I rest my head

stirring with concern and apprehension

trusting in the seen

and not hidden things

I seek forgiveness

for looking behind

not upward

taking hold of the things of this life

leaving outstretched arms void

and walking the other way

In You alone

at Your feet

is my hope

my strength

the love that blankets

every sorrow

every hope

quiets every tear

soothes every ache

with tenderness

gentle correction

mercy and grace

I cry Holy, Holy, Holy

with every heartbeat

every whisper

every tear

everything that is me

because of You

because of all that You are,

all You have been,

all You ever will be.

**Boo’s Britches

single-flower-for-posts1Boo has a pair of little britches

She wears them when she goes out to play

Whether it’s a cold and rainy winter morning

Or a hot, sunny summer day.

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Boo has other clothes

She likes to wear as well,

Like a shirt with a cat and a coat with a button

And a hat with a bear and a bell.

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But her one thing she likes to wear

And she wears a different one each day

Are the little hairbows she puts in her hair

That her crazy Grammie made.

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She loves the pink and purple ones

She loves those quite a lot

But her favorite is the bright blue one

with red and white polka dots.

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She also loves to wear her shoes –

She has a couple, several, a few

It doesn’t matter if they’re bright orange or white

She’ll wear them all whether they’re green, black or blue.

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Her favorite shoes are purple

With little holes to fit her toes

She wears them with the red and white shirt

That has a picture of a big pink rose.

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Boo has many hats

that she puts up on her head

But she takes all of them off

when it’s time to go to bed

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There’s her soft pink and brown one

and the fluffy white one too,

She even has a hat that looks just like

a giraffe in the city zoo.

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Once she asked her mommy

to paint her nails bright, bright pink

And could she wear that pretty green stuff

she could see when her mommy blinked?

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She asked about some lipstick

And could she have some pink stuff on her cheeks,

And mommy said maybe another day,

a year or two, or a couple thousand weeks.

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So Boo went to her sock drawer

and found a bright purple and orange pair

then looked for a pair of pink britches

that she’d be able to wear.

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She found a pretty brown shirt

and a bow striped blue and green

And when she finished dressing

she was the most beautiful Boo you’d ever seen.

**I Wish

I wish I could form words without someone thinking I was drunk

like saying, “Yes I do think” instead of “Yes I did thunk”.

I wish I could carry a glass with cold ice without shaking

and rattling so loud it sounded like a martini I was making.

I wish I could speak loudly so others didn’t say “Quit muttering”

or thoughtless questions like, “Why are you stuttering?”

I wish I could walk without dragging my feet

and almost trip when others I meet

I wish I could not take pills to make me stand straight

or pills that make me sleepy and then I’m always late.

I wish I could hold things without fear of them dropping

but am thankful I still can walk without always stopping

I wish the pain in my neck and back would disappear

But the stiffness just gets worse is what I hear

I wish brain surgery wasn’t in the future for me

but what is – is and what must be will be

I wish things were different for me

I wish the same for others with this thing called PD

but they’re not and that’s okay

for I’ve learned to be content anyway

I’ve got friends who live near and far

friends who know just who they are

some who understand and some that just care

walking with them I have learned to bear

oh how I thank God for all of it, you see

For without PD these things would not be

the friends, their concern, the many lessons learned

even when my heart’s been heavy, my hope has turned

to the One who’s never left me to walk unsteady

the One who stands faithful, true, protective and ready

oh my Jesus, how can I say how great You are

without tears falling from my face, captured in your jar

tears of fear, tears of pain

tears of weakness turning to strength in You I gain

how can I live one moment of my life

whether filled with smiles or filled with strife

I have seen purposes and plans

that could only have come through Your hands.

so I just want to say thank You

honor, praise and glory to You alone are due

I want to shout Great are You Lord Almighty

for loving, protecting, and carrying me.

by Sherri Woodbridge

**Daughter of the King

your soul exposed

your thoughts laid bare

could you have ever imagined

to find love there

there in a place

where dirt and filth reside

and shame clouds hang overhead

in a place you long to die

instead you live

you breath in and out

you find one day

what love is all about

you learn of a mighty King

who sent his son to fight

so that we could live free

be rid of darkness and walk in light

this king calls you beloved

this king calls you blessed

this king calls you His

and with the finest linens, you become dressed

you have a new home

a home made just for you

it’s surrounded by streets of gold

for nothing less will do

He calls you His beloved

He loves you as His very own

there’s no where you can hide

you’ll never again be alone

you have a Father now

a King above all Kings

He’ll fight for you, gave His son for you,

He’ll do anything

Yes, He calls you His beloved

He’s there through everything

He loves you more than you can know

for you are His – a daughter of the King

by Sherri Woodbridge