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SACRED HEART MINISTRIES

THIS WEB PAGE AND THE POETRY ARE DEDICATED TO THE LORD FOR I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT CREATING A WEB PAGE. I WAS TOLD THAT AN ANGEL WAS HOLDING MY HAND AS I WRITE. SO, ALL THE GLORY GOES TO HIM!!! USE THE ARROW KEYS TO THE RIGHT OF YOUR SCREEN TO VIEW ALL CHRISTIAN LINKS, POETRY, AND IMAGES.

In American Literature History we find the very first book published was that of poetry. It was the "Bay Psalms Book" (1640) and the first American Best seller was the "The Day of Doom" another poem(1662) by Minister Michael Wigglesworth. It was owned by about one out of thirty-five people in New England--roughly equivalent to a poem selling six million copies today. Puritanism as a way of life usually wrote for instruction or inspiration. The Puritans were from the North Eastern region of the United States. The Southern Literature reflected more on the outward than on the inward. They wrote less on religion than the Northerners did. The first Printing press in America was in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1639. Anne Bradstreet published "The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up" in America (1650). So, I guess you could say that my poems are more like that of the original American Literature of the Puritans. My poems are inspiring and some times instructing too. And most of my poems will have some mention of the celestial bodies or of the Creator Himself.


SMILE
I used to get happy at the little smiley faces that I would see
It makes me sad to see a frown upon your face where the smile used to be
My heart breaks to think that life has caused you so much pain
But I know that God can bring the sun out after the rain
He can make right every wrong that was injuriously done to you
And put back all the missing pieces to make life brand new
No matter what this life may have gave or took away
Life, Liberty and Happiness is all that matters anyway
Sometimes happiness doesn't come wrapped like we think it should
Maybe a cup of tea on a cold winter day is all that will make you feel good
Sometimes just to pray will make your heart fresh and new
Maybe asking for God to forgive you for what you forgot to do
He took such care to give us all His very best
We can Forget & It is removed as far as the East is from the West
You must now forgive and forget whatever caused you pain
Let the sun come in and dry up what was washed away by the rain
That is how He forgives our sins too
Once they are gone you are forever brand new
Don't ever try to find them because they are truly gone
Far removed from this life where all the sin does belong
Now you are free to be happy again and smile from joy deep within
God makes all things new and you can begin life again
SACRED HEART OF JESUS

SACRED HEART OF JESUS





GOD KEEPS HIS PROMISES


THIS WEB PAGE AND THE POETRY ARE DEDICATED TO THE LORD FOR I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT CREATING A WEB PAGE. I WAS TOLD THAT AN ANGEL WAS HOLDING MY HAND AS I WRITE. SO, ALL THE GLORY GOES TO HIM!!! USE THE ARROW KEYS TO THE RIGHT OF YOUR SCREEN TO VIEW ALL CHRISTIAN LINKS, POETRY, AND IMAGES.

In American Literature History we find the very first book published was that of poetry. It was the "Bay Psalms Book" (1640) and the first American Best seller was the "The Day of Doom" another poem(1662) by Minister Michael Wigglesworth. It was owned by about one out of thirty-five people in New England--roughly equivalent to a poem selling six million copies today. Puritanism as a way of life usually wrote for instruction or inspiration. The Puritans were from the North Eastern region of the United States. The Southern Literature reflected more on the outward than on the inward. They wrote less on religion than the Northerners did. The first Printing press in America was in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1639. Anne Bradstreet published "The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up" in America (1650). So, I guess you could say that my poems are more like that of the original American Literature of the Puritans. My poems are inspiring and some times instructing too. And most of my poems will have some mention of the celestial bodies or of the Creator Himself.




JESUS

WHERE IS THE INTEGRITY OF THE GENTLE BUT MIGHTY MAN
MY PALM REMAINS EMPTY 'TILL I FIND YOUR STRONG HAND
I WILL FOREVER WAIT UNTIL WE ONE DAY WILL MEET
YOUR BREATH I LONG TO FEEL WARM MY BODY SO SWEET
COME LOVER, LONG LOST WITHOUT I WILL NOT SETTLE FOR
BETTER I LIVE ALONE 'TILL YOUR KNOCK AT MY DOOR
YOUR EYES FOREVER WILL ONLY WANT ME
I TOO WANT NO OTHER, NOR WILL I EVER SEE
WHEN I SEE YOUR POWER IT TAKES MY BREATH AWAY
COME TO ME DEAR DARLING AND FOREVER DO STAY
OH, HOW YOU ONCE MADE MY HEART SKIP A BEAT
IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN AS I KISS YOUR FEET
COME LOVER, COME NOW AND TAKE ME ALONG SIDE
TO YOU I THEE WED I WILL BE YOUR LOVING BRIDE

KIMI




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Kimi
Missouri
January 19, 2009
Dedicated to all those faces that I come across on the internet that have been robbed of a smile.
Please always remember that you are too pretty not to smile!
No matter what you have experienced in life or what has hurt you, you must never forget that God, the one who created you, He wants you Happy! He wants you to SMILE!
God Bless you!








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Homes For Our Troops

Dedicated to All of the American Veterans of the Iraqi War;
I would like to share with all of the troops my testimony which is not documented or recorded but is a living witness to the power of the gospel of Christ Jesus.

I, like some of the troops was diagnosed with Post Trauma Stress Disorder. After loosing a five bedroom home and my four children in December of '94 and forced to go live in an abandoned home in the city of Jackson, Mississippi where crime was thriving. I had no where to live but an abandoned apt. across from a drug and alcohol treatment gathering hall.

I had never lived in a city before. Only in small towns where I was always protected. I wasn't used to ever hearing guns go off in my neighborhood, and I didn't know what crack was. I wasn't used to seeing drug users walk up and down the street.

I was terrified, I was all alone and I got mentally sick with PTSD. I was also depressed being separated from my children so I didn't get any better. It went from bad to worse. I didn't have food to eat and there wasn't anywhere I could go to get help. For four months all I had to eat was a box of cereal, a jar of peanut butter and a bottle of honey. I would eat one tablespoon of each item every day. I didn't know that I wasn't eating enough for the stress on my body as I had just learned a little about fasting. I needed to lose weight anyway and that was all I had to eat. Every once in a while a neighbor would invite me to his apt. to eat boiled eggs or occasionally a steak. But that was a rare occasion. That following Fall, I developed an inner ear infection and bronchitis as the drivers window was out in my 1967 Barracuda.

I was raped and all I could do was sit up all night long reading my bible by candle light holding onto a baseball bat with the door cracked because it was broken as well as the window. When I would finally sleep I would place a chair and wedge it in front of the door so that I would hear someone if they tried to break in. It would get 120 degree in there with no electricity in the summer and freezing cold in the winter. I was too terrified to sleep. The first time I heard something in that dark, creepy place It was so hot that sweat just dripped off of me. I was in my bathing suit to keep some kind of clothes on and be able to breath.

It was late one night about three A.M. and I heard something and the bed moved.

I jumped up and ran to my car still in my bathing suit and drove to my friends house. I pounded on the door but they were sound asleep. I was in my bathing suit in the middle of the night in Jackson, Mississippi. I drove over there in a 1967 Barracuda that had the drivers side window busted out of it.

That was the nearest to "Crazy" that I have ever been. That had to be when I developed PTSD. Rod Parsley is one of my favorite preachers. He tells a story of how Smith Wigglesworth once had his bed move around on him. Now I know that it was just the devil making those noises and made my bed move. But with no electricity, and all the other things that was going on around there it scared the mess out of me.

I would stay up all night then sleep at the crack of dawn. That went on for two and a half yrs. In the winter I would get so cold that the wind would blow right through the coats and blankets that I would wrap myself in. The good thing that came out of it was that I read the bible. I got the bible down inside of me. It changed who I was inside as I devoured the bible.

The devil used to pick on Smith Wigglesworth too.

But Them good ole timey preachers got smart just like me and we found out it was just the devil and that he couldn't hurt us. The devil can only torment as long as you allow him to. But he can't hurt you. If you are a born again Christian you can take authority over him by binding him and casting him out. I like to anoint my dwelling place with prayer, and reading the bible out loud and then with holy anointed olive oil. It has never once failed to bring the expected result of deliverance and blessing. I just have to put forth the time, and effort that it requires.

Now, after staying in the word, learning the ways of God, I no longer turn to men, sex, drugs, or alcohol, or even cigarettes for comfort.

God has totally set me free from all of those things. I rely on prayer, the word of God and being obedient to the Holy Spirit and what He wants me to do. I pray that my testimony can somehow help a troop be healed from PTSD.

It is a wonder and a miracle that I am still alive after some of the things I have lived through. All you have to do is go to Jackson Revival Center off Silas Brown and many of the leadership there can verify to the validity of that testimony. It happened between December 1994 and June 1996
Please make sure that none of our troops ever go without housing. I am not so sure that anyone could understand the devastation that particular social problem has on an individuals health, their own personal family, and even their futures.

I have seen far too many troops who gave the best of the years, the best of their health, their minds and talents to protect and serve this Nation only to be forgotten in the streets of Florida, Mississippi and Texas. Springfield, Missouri recently made a decision to stop that from happening there. Thank you so much and God bless our troops!
Kimi
January 19, 2009
Missouri