Author Unknown
This poem is rather morbid. It was written at a time
in my life when I was going through a state of
depression. If you have ever dealt with this then
you know how ugly it can get, if you let it. Thank God
for my loved ones who stood by me when the going
got rough. Those days are gone forever now, never
to return. I'm a fighter and I just decided to pick
myself up by the bootstraps and get to living again.
Now on to something from out of the dark past.
DEPRESSION IN SESSION
I cannot hide this pain inside,
It hurts down to the core.
The days are bleak my soul is weak,
I laugh and hope no more.
My joy is gone, I moan a song,
And then the teardrops start.
I feel despair, I cannot care,
I have a broken heart.
I have no fight, try as I might,
To keep bad thoughts from creeping.
I feel disgrace, I have no place,
I'm left alone and weeping.
I feel fear, the futures drear,
Tonight I'll take my flight.
I am a pawn in life's spawn,
Theres no hope in sight.
I'm in the dark, there is no spark
Of light that I can see.
I'll take my cue and say adieu,
Please remember me.
Margie
("Please")
Moments, days, weeks...
spent in this place.
Among so many...
a stranger's face.
I am sick Lord,
no one can look inside me.
To feel the pain, Oh God!
Mental Illness can be.
But yet we have a common bond,
of people brought here.
Trying to get well...
and feelings of fear.
So scared at first...
Just reaching out...
trying to feel "normal" again,
is what we're all about.
Lord, heal our minds...
and give us Peace.
We ask in your name,
Please?
Barbara Ethridge
This Poem has been chosen by The
International Library Of Poetry Washington,
D.C.to be published in the above Author's Copyright!
(The Poems I Wrote Below)
HIS TO KEEP
As you look upon my laying here, as if in a deep
sleep. I want you to remember me for who I was
and not to weep.
I know my sickness and pain are still on my face.
But be happy for me,for now I am full of God's Grace.
I know I'll miss you as much as you will miss me.
But be happy for me, for now I am with Thee.
God's purpose for me on Earth is done.
Now I am in the arms of his precious Son.
That wonderful person who died on the cross.
That same person who finds us when we are lost.
Remember precious Friends as I lie here, Don't
Weep! I am now with the Lord, I am HIS TO KEEP!
By William E. Scott
NOTE: I wrote this about my Sister in law when
she died. She was a Methodist Minister and Her
Church was so upset with her passing, I wrote
this and sent it to her Church.
TEACH YOUR CHILDREN
Teach your children the day they are born.
Teach them to grow up with respect and
never scorn.
Teach your children of a man called Jesus,
and his ways.
Teach them of God the Father and how he will
protect them all of their days.
Oh! What a feeling it will be, as you look upon
your child as it sleeps.
Knowing that the arm of God is around him for keeps.
Teach your child to hear what I'm saying. This
world is a temporary place, it's not for staying.
Parents prepare your child for the Heavenly
Home above.
Teach them the key to Heaven is the reward
of God's love. .
Teach your children to hear the voice of God,
the keeper of souls.
Then you will know you've will taught them the
Greatest Love Story ever told.
William E Scott
A Question Of Me
I was asked by a Christian this morning, how I
could be so happy and cheerful, like the
morning dew?
Lord is it possible that after a good nights
sleep this Christian forgot about you?
Lord when I wake and get out of bed, the first
thing I do is to thank you as I start my day.
Lord I marvel at the wondrous creation that
you made me and sent my way.
Lord it is only you that can make each day so
perfect for each of us as we go about our work
and play.
And to have this Christian ask such a question,
is it possible this Christian has lost his way?
Lord open his eyes so he can see the beauty
in the Masterpiece you created for him and me.
Lord then maybe he will look around and see
the beauty and think of Thee.
Then maybe this will be the last time he asks
such a dumb question of me.
William Scott
"DOES GOD EXIST"
Look around you, do you see a tree?
This is surely a gift of Thee.
Now look and see the Flowers,
His labor is everlasting, consisting of
many hours.
See the Rain and hear the Wind?
Ever wonder when His day begins?
There is so much Beauty given to you and me,
So stop and think when you look around; think
of Thee.
The Smile and Laugh of a small Child,
He can be with you and make Life worth while.
See the Animals and hear the Birds sing?
Who else would have the power to put Feathers
on a Birds wing?
Rejoice and be Happy, as we have the change
of Seasons,
Without a God, what purpose would we have,
What would be our reason?
It's so very easy to say, "He doesn't exist."
But through your Eyes, you know this is a myth.
For surely you can see... "GOD DOES EXIST."
.
William E. Scott
.
FIELD OF GOLD
Library of Congress ISBN 1-57553-158-5
Published Autumn 1996~The National
Library of Poetry,
"Does God Exist" Copyright. William E. Scott
OUR HOUSE
Through the doors of our house, Christians
congregate, Baptists, Jews, Catholics, Methodists,
let us not separate.
As long as we have one common goal,
Love and respect, then His many riches will unfold.
Let us unite and be one unto Christ,
It really is not that big of a price.
Let us bow our heads and open our hearts,
This is truly the right way for a Christian to start.
God made us all in His image, the Bible reads,
Let us all pull together and not deceive.
For if we pull for Jesus' sake,
When we die there will be no mistake.
Our reward is the Heavenly Home above,
And one of the ways to earn this, is by sharing
His love.
When that roll is called up yonder, will you be
there? Or will you be denied, because you just
did not care?
Get on your knees and pray, you and your Spouse,
Remember always, this advice came from,
OUR HOUSE.
William E. Scott
George's Dream
One night I was awaken from a sound sleep,
When I heard a singer on stage speak.
I heard the singer on stage ask "Who heard
of George Strait?"
No one answered, they did not know my name.
There was a quite hush across the Hall,
Then I heard someone say "He's probably a
nobody if he hasn't played Albert Hall"
I've played The Opry, Nashville and all the big
cities across the land, I'm known throughout the
country, me and my band.
But down where pine trees and white sand
abound, My name is mentioned ad you do
not hear a sound.
They do not know my name.
I want to say to all the people a Albert Hall, I've
had hit records, country music rewards, I have
had it all.
I've have been on the Ralph Emery show,
and know all the big stars by name.
Even if I have to say it myself. "I've had my share
of fame.
" And to that singer who woke me from my sleep,
I've made a promise to myself that I'm going
to keep.
One day that audience of yours at Albert Hall
will know my name. George Strait !
A Symphony of Verse,
Library of Congress
ISBN
1-57553-617-x National Library of
Poetry;
Georges Dream Copyright
Bill Scott 9/92
