Biography of Almira Bausley
Well what can I say about myself other then my testimony which is all that I am I have had a rough past but I don't let that rule me I have made some very bad choices in my life but I learn from them all. I do my best to enjoy every single day of my life because I never know when I'll draw my last breath while at the same time trying to make it count for somthing. I don't try to live a life pleasing to others and I strive everyday to not be so focused on pleasing myself but I try to live a life pleasing to God because lets face it he's given me all I have and without him I am nothing. Sure I make alot of mistakes but I'm trying and eventually I'll get it right.
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Almira Bausley Poems
Who Am I?
I sat down settled in my spirit and watched in silence As the flame licked the page
The Battle Rages On
The complete and utter chaos has stopped now but for a moment As we seek the next battle to be won We march on
I Do Not Receive
I do not receive testimony from man on what my life should be for it was man who trod me under foot and lost all hope on me
As I walk into your glorious temple I am overtaken in my perceptions Admiring the beauty of the precious gems glistening the walls And awed by the majesty of the pillars set in their strength
It seems like forever yet so short a time seeing your smiling face in the day Whispering Good-bye in the cold night
A Mina, A Mina, A Shekel, And Half-Minas
A voice is echoing through and billows Traveling a distance that cannot be reached on mere feet The cry has sounded forth The knock has reached my door
A Voice Has Uttered....
A voice has uttered My ears could not receive it My spirit trembles And strength is muttered
When I look back from the end of my life Will I see love and peace Or bitterness and strife Will I be looking down from a mountain
Diamonds In The Rough
As I turn to look around me all I see is death And I shed a tear for those who’ve fallen and keep marching on in my stead It’s ironic how many have died on this road that leads to eternal life
Faith has eyes and she can see She can peer through the darkness and behold the brightness of his glory She removes the veil from off of his face
A Voice Has Uttered....
A voice has uttered
My ears could not receive it
My spirit trembles
And strength is muttered
Many voices run together
I cannot discern the meaning
But every time it sounds forth
Through my body it starts ringing
Moaning and groaning