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Crystal Tutson Poems
Letter For my Pastor
Dear Pastor Bradley, First off, congratulations are in order for making it thus far, A milestone in your ministry and a better person you are.
It's A Beautiful Day
Its a beautiful day a time where I can have fun and play. The skies hold the precipitation away Its just a beautiful day..
Life Without You.....
Life without You……… Is like an actor without a script Or the phrase hop without the hip
It's about time for us to say our sweet goodbyes. You cheated on me so I have to ask why? Wasn't I more than good enough for you?
thoughts constantly erupt my mind I feel like im running out of time to escape this torture and this pain to elude the plague of the game
No One Else...
No one else can hold me like you can, the strength in your hands, that of a man. No one can smile at me and brighten up my world.
A Sinner's Prayer
Lord, its me again coming to you to talk. I'm being torn away from you by my walk. I am constantly going in my own way,
If These Walls Could Talk.....
If these walls could talk, boy wouldn't' they have a lot to put out. About the things that went on behind closed doors, no doubt. Times when we thought we were hiding our secrets from the world, And in our minds trying to justify that we were just being a girl.
To know adversity is to know me, For it is the underlying pain inside of me. Each day brings forth something new.
I Wasn't Suppose to Fall....
How could I let this escapade be? I wasn't suppose to fall for this, you see? Just a thing to do to rid my time
Look Upon Your Face…..
A broken heart that's torn asunder, how can I go on or come up from down under? Oh my master, the Lord of Lords and King of Kings,
Honey Nut Cheerios
When I wake up in the morning my stomach begins to growl, I am on the hunt to satisfy my hunger so I began my prowl. My eyes scan the cabinets and lands at the top, My favorite sticks out amongst the rest; it's the 'golden box.'
Pain—sharpen but yet dull and painless. So numb to the pain given to my body that instead of rejecting it, my heart automatically accepts the pain. Like medicine to the soul, pain seems to be my healer. Pain seems to bring together life and death.
I Got Something That Doesn't Make Sense
I made it through some storms of life. I made it through some heartaches and strife. I GOT SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!
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Letter For my Pastor
Dear Pastor Bradley,
First off, congratulations are in order for making it thus far,
A milestone in your ministry and a better person you are.
Many cannot know what it takes and means to be a leader better yet a pastor,
Just like the disciples didn't know the blessing they had while walking with our master.
It takes a man of God to stand tall, firm, and lead his people.
Faith, the size of a mustard seed, to fight temptations and all evil.
This journey wasn't easy and I admit I didn't make it any better,
But by the grace of God I've grown and we can ...