A CHILD'S CRY
A CHILD’S CRY CAN BE DESCRIBED IN
WHICH OF THESE WILL YOU RECOGNIZE IN FUTURE DAYS
A CRY FOR HELP IS THE WORST OF ALL
PARENT’S RUN QUICKLY TO ANSWER THIS CALL
A CRY FOR ATTENTION YOU CAN SEE
DADDY WILL YOU COME OUT AND PLAY WITH ME
A CRY FOR LOVE IS THE SADDEST CASE
A LONELY CHILD WITH A FROWNING FACE
A CRY FOR UNDERSTANDING WHEN A BAD DECISION WAS
MADE
THE FOUNDATION OF PUNISHMENT SHOULD BE CAREFULLY
LAID
A CHILD’S CRY WILL GIVE
AS YOU RAISE YOUR CHILDREN YOU’LL CONTINUE TO
LEARN
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ON ANGEL WINGS
GOD CALLED HIS ANGELS AND GAVE THEM A COMMAND
DELIVER THESE ANSWERED PRAYERS FROM MY LOVING
HAND
I HEAR MY CHILDREN AS THEY CRY DOWN BELOW
I LOVE THEM DEARLY, THIS THEY KNOW
ONE BY ONE THE ANGELS ARE DESCENDING
GOD ALWAYS PROVIDES A HAPPY ENDING
AN ELDERLY MAN JUST RECEIVED HIS SIGHT
HE WILL PRAISE THE FATHER ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT
A MISSING CHILD THE POLICEMAN FOUND
A MIRACLE HAS DECLARED HIM SAFE AND SOUND
A BABY WAS CONCEIVED AFTER MANY YEARS
JOY FLOWS FREELY IN THE FORM OF TEARS
GOD HEARS THE PRAYER
ANSWERS ARE DELIVERED ON ANGEL WINGS.
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KNOCKING UPON THE DOOR
MY HEARTACHE WAS CREATED BY NOTHING MORE THAN
GREED
A COLD HEARTED SINNER SEEKING FOR THINGS I DIDN'T
NEED
JUST LIKE A SHEEP, I’VE GONE ASTRAY
I MUST HAVE A TALK WITH JESUS TODAY
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH CLUTTER AND SIN
ON THIS PATH I'M TRAVELING I COULD NEVER WIN
I’VE EXPERIENCED GODS GRACE AND MERCY BEFORE
I ONCE AGAIN FIND MYSELF KNOCKING UPON THE DOOR
LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THIS SINFUL LIFE I’M
LIVING
GIVE ME A HEART THAT’S FULL OF LOVE AND ALWAYS
GIVING
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THE POET I DO MY BEST TO WRITE WORDS THAT RHYME THIS HAS BEEN MY PASSION FOR THE LONGEST TIME I SEARCH FOR INSPIRATION EVERYWHERE I CAN WHEN IT COMES TO POETRY I’M A DEDICATED FAN I’LL TUG AT YOUR HEART IF GIVEN THE CHANCE YOU MAY FALL VICTIM TO THE POET’S TRANCE SOME WORDS CAN HURT WHILE OTHERS HEAL SORROW AND HAPPINESS ARE THE POET'S MEAL EMOTIONS FLOW FREELY FROM THE POET’S PEN FOR FUTURE Copyright © LEE ALLISON ********************** I MAY BE DIFFERENT I AM BLIND, I CANNOT SEE DO PEOPLE EVER NOTICE ME I AM DEAF, I CANNOT HEAR I HAVE SHED MANY A TEAR I AM CRIPPLED, I CANNOT RUN AND PLAY THIS OFTEN MAKES FOR A LONELY DAY I AM MUTE, I CANNOT SPEAK MY SELF-ESTEEM IS OFTEN WEAK I MAY BE DIFFERENT BUT I BELIEVE IN FATE SOMEDAY I’LL BE PERFECT WHEN I ENTER THAT HEAVENLY GATE Copyright © LEE ALLISON *********************** A MIRROR’S IMAGE WE STAND FACE TO FACE AND GAZE AT ONE ANOTHER THIS MAN COULD PASS FOR MY TWIN BROTHER WE LOOK SO MUCH ALIKE IN THIS REFLECTION I SEE IT SENDS CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE WHEN THIS MAN STARES AT ME I LOOK DEEP INTO HIS EYE’S, SEARCHING FOR A DIFFERENCE THAT SETS US APART I QUICKLY NOTICE SOMETHING STRANGE ABOUT THIS MAN’S HEART DEEP WITHIN I CAN SEE NOTHING BUT LOVE AND COMPASSION I CAN SEE GREAT BEAUTY IN A GODLY FASHION A MIRROR’S IMAGE IS LIMITED TO WHAT IT SHOWS IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE THE INSIDE, A PLACE WHERE THE LIVING WATER FLOWS Copyright © LEE ALLISON *********************** IF IF LIFE COULD BE LIKE OUR FAVORITE SONG HOW EASY WOULD IT BE TO SING ALONG IF WE HAD NO PROBLEMS, COULD WE UNDERSTAND WOULD WE REACH OUT FOR ANOTHER’S HAND IF LOVE WERE PAINLESS, WOULD THERE BE MORE LOVE THE ONLY PERFECTION IS THE MAN ABOVE IF WE HAD GREAT RICHES WHERE WOULD WE BE CONTENT WOULD WE GRIEVE OVER THE MONEY WE SPENT IF GOOD DEEDS WHERE REWARDED WITH SILVER AND GOLD HOW MUCH TREASURE WOULD YOU HOLD Copyright © LEE ALLISON ********************** IT'S TIME FOR US TO PRAY YOUR TIME ON EARTH COULD END TODAY IT’S TIME FOR US TO PRAY MANY SHEEP HAVE GONE ASTRAY IT’S TIME FOR US TO PRAY JESUS CHRIST IS THE ONLY WAY IT’S TIME FOR US TO PRAY THE GOSPEL MUST BE PREACHED WITHOUT DELAY IT’S TIME FOR US TO PRAY I HAVE ONLY ONE THING LEFT TO SAY IT’S TIME FOR US TO PRAY Copyright © LEE ALLISON ********************* I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST HOW DO I COPE WITH DEATH WHEN SOMEONE HAS PASSED AWAY I BOW MY HEAD AND BEGIN TO PRAY HOW DO I FIND VICTORY WHEN THE STORM GET ROUGH THE MERCY OF JESUS CHRIST IS MORE THAN ENOUGH HOW DO I RECEIVE HEALING WHEN SICKNESS COMES IN LIKE A FLOOD I CLAIM A MIRACLE BY WAY OF HIS BLOOD HOW DO I ENDURE THE VALLEY SO DEEP AND WIDE I REMEMBER THE SAVIOR THAT’S BY MY SIDE AT THE NAME OF JESUS THE DEVIL MUST FLEE I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME Copyright © LEE ALLISON ********************** THE REASON I WRITE I MUST EMPTY MY HEART OF ALL THAT’S WITHIN I CHOOSE TO DO THIS WITH MY PAPER AND PEN I WRITE ABOUT HEARTACHE BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I KNOW THE SADNESS IN MY LIFE CONTINUES TO GROW WHEN I REACH OUT FOR LOVE I ALWAYS GET HURT I’M TREATED EACH TIME LIKE NOTHING BUT DIRT PLEASE DON’T JUDGE ME FOR MY ONLY GOD IN HEAVEN CAN UNDERSTAND MY PAIN HE HAS BEEN MY UMBRELLA IN THE POURING RAIN Copyright © LEE ALLISON ********************* 
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