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'Letters to God' and other poems
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Some of you have wondered
why I am writing poetry,
well, I'm glad you asked, my friends,
because I'm happy to let you know
that this to me is therapy.
When there's something that's bothering me
and my troubles are closing in,
when this life's problems are weighing me down
and I'm starting to wear a permanent frown,
I need to talk to Jesus to stay out of sin.
So I will grab my paper and pen,
because somehow in writing I express myself best,
and I tell my Lord what I need to say,
and I get it all out, to keep depression at bay,
fears, sorrows, anger and all the rest.
And that's why most of my poems
are to my Lord God a letter,
and I tell Him how I am feeling
about all the things I am presently dealing
with, and it always makes me feel better.
The same, of course, goes for praising Him,
when all the surrounding beauty I see,
the rainbow, the birds, the flowers in bloom,
the children's laughter, music, the moon,
and while praising Him, I feel Him smiling at me.
So, Lord, I love you and praise be to you,
and I thank you for always letting me share,
and for helping me get through my everyday things.
That's why in my heart a melody rings,
because I know that you love me, and that you care.
Ursula Stouffer
Oct. 5th, 2002
The Lord is my comfort
Oh, the sad eyes of a little child.
Where can she find comfort,
who will hold her and love her?
She runs to her mother
but only finds scorn and rejection.
Aren't a mother's arms meant
for warmth and comfort?
Isn't a mother's voice to be
soothing, singing lullabies,
softly murmuring words of love?
I look back into my childhood
and see only sadness and cruelty.
I remember my mother,
but those are not fond memories.
Lord, you know of my struggles,
and now I come running to you.
Your arms are always open,
ready to embrace me in a warm hug.
I hear your soothing voice,
encouraging me and giving me comfort.
With your help I am surviving,
surviving in a cruel world,
filled with pain and fear.
Life isn't easy, Lord,
but I am not alone,
together with you I can make it.
You give me the strength to go on,
one day, one hour, one minute,
sometimes one second at a time.
I wished I could forget the past.
But then I look into the sad eyes
of a sad little child
and I remember, I remember.
Oh Lord, hold me and wipe away my tears.
Ursula Stouffer, Sept. 27, 2001
He is always there
When the seas are calm
and the sun shines all day long,
when the wind fills my sails,
blowing steady and strong,
when my days are happy
and my heart is filled with song,
He is there, smiling and rejoicing with me.
When I feel I am drowning
because the water is too deep,
when my hands are slipping
because the mountain is too steep,
when life gets so difficult
that I'm not sure how my sanity to keep,
He is there, ready to rescue me.
When a hurricane's approaching
and I'm filled with dread and fear,
when danger is lurking all around
and evil seems so near,
when I am crying out for help
and I don't know if anyone hears,
He is there, calming and protecting me.
When the guiding stars aren't shining
and I have lost my way,
when the clouds are so dark and heavy,
I can't distinguish night from day,
when the sun will not come out
and I feel I don't have a reason to stay,
He is there, holding my hand, guiding me back onto the right path.
When lack of wind leaves the sails limp
and for a long while not an inch I gain,
when for so many days
I see nothing but gray skies and rain,
when my life gets too dreary,
filled only with heartache and pain,
He is there, holding and comforting me.
When my life on earth is over
and at Heaven's gate I stand,
when I hear the beautiful music
from the Heavenly angel band,
Jesus will bring me into glory,
leading me by the hand,
for He is there, waiting for me to come home.
Ursula Stouffer, Jan. 22nd, 2002
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