Are you troubled, burdened, blue?
Take my hand.
I’ve been troubled, too,
I understand.
Where you’ve fallen, once I fell
Let me help the clouds dispel
Take my hand.

Others helped when I was weak,
Took my hand,
Helped me face toward the peak,
Helped me stand.
What they did, now let me do
Pass the kindness on to you.
Someday you’ll help others, too.
Take my hand.

My Life’s Reward

My friends , My family, do not weep,
as I enter my eternal sleep
I chose to live a righteous path,
no fear to face, the LORD OF SPIRITS wrath

Through my faith, my soul is won,
as I have reached, my life paths completion,
I once was living with evil behavior,
now I rejoice in my faith in our savior

rejoice for me, for my death, I willing embrace
for I no longer, had to fear disgrace,
in the record of my life’s story,
written in the BOOK OF LIFE, is “Glory”

Having confidence in our LORD
Everlasting happiness, is my final reward
My heavenly portion of happiness will far exceed,
any comfort I felt to my earthy needs

I waited with patient hope, praying to the ELECTED SON,
as Angels record my goodness to the MIGHTY ONE
my cries of judgement, has been heard, can’t you see
as the gates of HEAVEN are open to me

Clear the tears, from your eyes, rejoice insted,
for I have a place in HEAVEN, for the life I led.

- – – written by Angela Hutcherson-Jenkins

This poem was written for a close family friend who passed away, I was there in her finally hours. She inspired me so much with her faith in our saviour and her happiness in dying. She told me family and friends are selfish to want their loved ones to keep living, that they should rejoice in their finally being able to have their place in heaven, that if we loved them we wouldn’t cry and feel regret for their deaths, we should celebrate that they are with the Lord and their pain and troubles on earth has finally ended. – Angela Hutcherson-Jenkins

The World of The Young

Purple, green, red and blue!
Sparkling glittering and pretty good.
I don’t know which one to choose,
so I frame the question back to you.

If all of life were calm and cool,
And all mankind will play the fool,
Won’t black be black and white be white?

But here we sit on a single table,
surrounded with choices right and wrong;
fed with words of the young and old,
left with feelings warm and cold!

Scream, shout, sing and dance.
Teachers, Elders, priests and scribes.
wisdom, knowledge, laws, commands.
The choice is yours as well as mine.

You take it now or leave it behind.
Call it truth or say whatever!
Lost for a moment or lost for ever.

Purple, green, red and blue.
sparking glittering and pretty good.
Let this truth be understood.
The world of the young is really good!

- – - contributed by solomon