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| Poetry (may not be used without permission) | How about a limerick? | |||||||||||||||||||
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Taken For Granted by Robin Lynn Flores Countless souls rushing 'round Once were lost, but now are found. Lost in the wilderness like Moses No time now to smell the roses The story that once brought rousing cheers, Is now familiar to seasoned ears. In air conditioned buildings with padded seats, We hear His Word three times a week. The Words of Life sit on a shelf, Collecting dust, not changing self. Yet, there's some across the sea Who do not know they can be free. Their lives are pointless, they've lost all hope. Can anyone teach them how to cope? The answer's plain-we know it by heart: Only Jesus can give them a brand new start. He died a death so full of shame, Yet many have never heard his name. They're lost and dying and headed for hell. Is there no one that will go and tell? |
Limericks by Robin Part 1 By Robin Lynn Flores 1999 There once was a girl from Chattanooga, Whose hubby liked watching Lex Luger. Of wrestling she was tired, So her hubby she fired, And now she's rid of that booger. There once was a girl who could cook, But guys never gave her a look. She married a man, Who eats all that he can, And now he lives in their breakfast nook. There once was a man named Larry, Who was more than a little bit hairy. His wife gave him a shave, Then went to her grave, Because his face was really quite scary! There once was a man with the blues, He didn't know quite what to do. He sat by his plate a-howlin', His stomach was really a-growlin', Because he wasn't sure which fork he should use | |||||||||||||||||||
| Short Stories Showcase (may not be used without permission) | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Questions, a true story by Robin Lynn Flores 1994 The sparkling water lapped against the wooden dock as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky. The sky was filled with rose and flame-colored streaks, which reflected in the rippling water. Each time the dock dipped with the gentle rolling of the lake, it gave me the impression of floating freely from the shore, away from the cares of my world. Except for the frequent honking of the geese that waddled and swam near the opposite shore and the occasional raised voices of my friends, Christine and Jason, when the wind carried their voices back to me, Vic's Lake seemed like the most peaceful spot at that moment. The beautiful scene before me began to provoke some thought and some soul-searching. The day had been fun, but the dusk had a subduing effect on me. I was in my "reflective" position with my ankles crossed, my knees drawn up to my chin, and my arms wrapped tightly around my legs. I watched as two young mallard ducks swam close enough that I could have touched them, and then they swam away to their mothers, who were already silouhetted against the setting sun. I lifted my face toward the sky. One of the clouds I had been surveying nearly jumped out at me. It was shaped into a definite question mark. It was as though God were asking me, "What are you going to do? What are you going to do with your life?" "What am I going to do? Okay, God, I'll tell you. I'm going to graduate from high school, and then I want to go to Bible College. Then, hopefully, I'll have someone to marry. I don't know who, but I know that you will lead me to the right man. Then hopefully we will have some children-children that we can raise to love You, Lord. Children that we can train in the ministry and teach about the love of our God. Then, Lord, we will go into the world and tell people about Your great love and mercy. I started to cry, thinking about how the question mark also stood for the fact that some people really don't know that God loves them." It was so beautiful and my plans were good, my motives pure, but I still cried. I wept for the souls that die each day, never even hearing the name of Jesus Christ, never having the opportunity to accept or reject the gospel as we do three times a week. "Lord, I want to serve you until the day I die." Christine and Jason broke through my thoughts as they returned from their discussion. Christine stooped down to hug me and whispered a "thank you" in my ear, for the advice I'd given to her about the problems facing her and Jason. She noticed the tears that I brushed aside and asked if I was okay. I smiled sincerely and nodded. I told her that I'd been thinking, thinking about the future. She sighed, "Oh. Happy thoughts," understanding completely. I nodded. Then I pointed out the cloud to her and gave her my interpretation of its meaning. She said, "To me, God is asking me, 'Who's in control?' My answer is, 'God is!'" We left then. It seemed as though the serene scene and peaceful place had solved all our problems (mine of uncertainty of the future and hers with Jason). We both knew, however, that God had taught us right there that He is always with us, holding our hands, guiding us. As Christine's car turned out of the park and onto the street that would lead us out of our newfound tranquility back into the real world of noise and chaos, I glanced up at the sky to see that the question mark, symbolic of our solved problems, dissolved uncertainties, and answered questions, had been blurred and was breaking apart. "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." | ||||||||||||||||||||
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