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Saturday, June 12, 2010

THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME by Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But those hand prints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know that under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home,you move on,you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Never found the time...

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work, For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done, My soul could rest at ease..
All day long I had no time To spread a word of cheer
No time to speak of Christ to friends, They’d laugh at me I’d fear.
No time, no time, too much to do, That was my constant cry
No time to give to souls in need But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord. I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said “Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down…But never found the time.”

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song..
but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong..
For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years
and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines thru the tears...
If yellow roses grow in Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me
Place them in my dads arms and tell him they're from me..
Tell him that I love and miss him , and when he turns to smile
Place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile..
Because remembering him is easy , I do it every day
there's an ache within my heart that will never go away!!

MOTHERS COVER (Dona Maddox Cooper)

When you were small and just a touch away
I covered you with blankets against the cool night air
But now that you are tall and out of reach
I fold my hands and cover you with prayer.