St. Jerome

St. Jerome in the Wilderness

Master, Master come to me,

                                                                                            Savior, Savior hear my plea.           


O Lord I understand my punishment.

I will not flee this banishment.

Until a time that you are done,

For you alone art the holy one.


Through temptation I have stayed,

Loyal in your gaze and unafraid.

I bear my cross as you bore yours,

Even with the window outdoors.


I use this quill to help you Lord,

As I hear the echo of a far off chord.

I praise your name to the land,

And rejoice when I hear the voices of the sand.


Amen, Amen I say to thee,


Amen, Amen please set me free.

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 Trisha Barrek Hopkins


I wish you would move on 

And leave me alone

I can't stand looking at your face

I can't stand the way you act in disgrace

You're not a man

You're nothing at all

So stop trying to stand tall

Like you did something great 

Because everything about you I hate

I want you to disappear

Get out of our lives

Vanish into thin air

Just don't come back here 

Your presence I can't stand being near 

Because nothing about you I care

In hell you belong

Everything about you is wrong 

So rot away

So I can live my life

My way day by day

Without stepping on eggshells

Nothing more to you I have to say

Finally off your high horse you fell

Never seeing you again I pray



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I might add more to this poem. It doesn't seem finished. What do you think?

I am who I am because of my dad 2 2015

I am who I am because of my dad 2 ! 2015


from the day i was born my dad prayed every night

when i was a teenager dad never left my sight

and when i got married at night he would pray

he prayed for my safety every day in every way

he knew i was in trouble and he prayed all over again

he prayed for the anger he was feeling he could restrain

if he acted on his anger he knew i'd be in trouble

when i needed him he came right on the double

my dad shed rivers of tears down on his knees

i think his prayers worked because i was able to flee

I thank god every night for dads endless prayer time

he never gave up on that tear stained prayer line

with out him praying for my safe and an end to my fight

theres no way i would be standing here writing tonight

without my dad praying for me i wouldnt be who i am

because i am who i am because of my dad!




Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was a short poem I wrote back in 2011 and i rewrote it a little longer so i hope you all like it.



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Don't count the flowers..

in the darkest of hours, we count the flowers..

we blink our eyes, & in countless seconds, they wither & die..

even the fragrance slips away.. the petals dry out, & make that sad crunchy sound.. 

did someone forget to change the water in the vase..?

maybe they never should of been put into a bouqet.. 


scatter the remains across a green field, you get down & kneel..

looking off into the horizon, you pray.. 

God why, why couldn't they of been saved...? 

collapse into the grass, take a deep breath, at last..

your hands graze over the dead flowers, & clovers.. 

looking into the bleak sky, those eyes had nothing left to give..

so just cry.. this is the life you've lived.

no rain.. only clouds..

no light.. just that painful sound..

the wind caressing limp petals off the ground, to somewhere they can have inner peace.

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That's Why I Pray

This world’s going to Hell
Cause parents won’t teach their children
The difference between right and wrong

When those towers fell
I didn’t see one person
Whose heart wasn’t movin’

How quickly we forget
The past and how it
Kicks us in the back today

This generation’s in a fit
Like a child who don’t get his way
Spoiled brats who’s gotten everything handed to them

Always looking, never full
People ain’t got no aspirations
Why be more if you’re just an animal

Work just ain’t for us
And we don’t want to know
How much some people want it
To give their families a home

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray

Gunfights, city lights, murder on the streets
Bombs exploding, blood is flowing under another human’s feet
School’s teaching lies, ‘cause the people tell them to
Our babies losing lives to play the whims of the few

America the giant, now only giant sideways
The glory past, now coming fast, is the time to pay
Declarations of freedom to tax the people under us
Send our soldiers to a war, then bring them back, just because

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray

That’s why I pray

So if you’re a God-fearing
America loving
Child rearing
Government shoving
Good ole’ boy
Or city guy
Join me and I’ll tell you why

This world’s gone crazy
They think You’re gone
Little do they know
That they’re dead wrong, God
They’re dead wrong
They do what they will
And hurt those who go or stay
So until this mess is cleaned in Your good time
That’s why I pray
That’s why I pray

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I've Stumbled

I’ve stumbled Lord on to my knees
Where I belong voluntarily
But since I’m here I need to pray
Lord please help me find my children who have gone astray….
My husband now stays late- at a job he claims to hate
He does not love me the same – ever since I’ve gained weight….

Lord I know I ignored you when times were good
And did not pray the way I should

But please forgive me of my sins
And in my life please come back in…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is a powerful piece about a woman who forgets about Christ when things were good in her life. When things begin to fall apart, she stumbles upon her knees where she begins to pray. A perfect reminder that it is Christ who is keeping things together in our lives.

Thank God I Am Of The Few

Light and Dark

As I sit, and I pray
I watch the sun bring a new day
I grieve for those so far lost
In their ways; high is the cost
Would it not be better, can they not see
The love Almighty God has given to me?
But the way is narrow to his place
And as I look into His face
I see the sorrow, His crying there
For His children who no longer care
I left you Lord! I spat in your face
I followed evil, my disgrace
It was not placed on me, my decision
Had set me up for Hell's derision
Then you took my place, your first born
The sun rose on my new morn
Now here am I, white and new
Living here, with your few
But I still grieve for those lost
For their decisions have such a cost
Eternal death away from you
Thank God that I am of your few.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally a reply to Envy from her poem Please; I kind of liked it myself. Enjoy

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Dead bees can fly

Oh why, oh why
Temptation led you astray
And caused your sad, sad death today
Drowned, why could the sweetness not be dry?

Saved, but too late
My soul cries as it waves goodbye
Left in the sun to dry
You, who have met with fate,

Seconds, minutes, hours go by
But all in vain
As there is nothing left to gain
Your life has gone and I cry

Oh why, oh why
Did temptation lead you astray?

My eyes gaze down at your lifeless body
But Wait! You are gone
Has your body turned into honey?
What have you done?

You’re alive, you’re alive!
There you are, fluttering away
And all I did was pray

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Visions Of You!


As I sit here thinking of you
The sky reminds me of days a new

The shelter you give holds me up
The visions I see are to Glorify Thee

The sun rise peeks in to say
God gave you a brand new day.

The visions of you keeps my heart content
As the day goes on I stare at the sky
Sometimes I look up to ask you why?

But your love sustains me in the visions of you
I see your hand as you make me new.

O Lord keep those sky's so pretty and blue
help me see more visions of you.

Written By: Betty Bolden
Jesus Is My Joy Ministries

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