Bebai Rosa

Rookie (Cleveland, Ohio USA)

Bebai Rosa Poems

1. Beautiful People In Evil Places 1/6/2006
2. In The Eye Of The Storm 1/6/2006
3. Sacrifice Of Praise, Yah 1/6/2006
4. Divine Favor 1/6/2006
5. The Presence Of Mind 1/6/2006
6. The Desire Cometh 1/6/2006
7. In My Mind's Eye 1/6/2006
8. The Secret Place 1/6/2006
9. The Fullness Of Life 1/6/2006
10. The Essence Of A Woman 1/6/2006
11. The Only Wise God (Yah) 1/6/2006
12. The Small Still Voice 1/6/2006
13. Ode To Patience 1/6/2006
14. She Shall Bring Forth A Child (Epistle 1) 1/6/2006
15. She Shall Bring Forth A Child (Epistle 2) 1/6/2006
16. She Shall Bring Forth A Child (Epistle 3) 1/7/2006
17. When Doves Cry 1/7/2006
18. The Perils Of Frivolus Dialogue 1/7/2006
19. Mr. Can'T Fix It 1/7/2006
20. Foul Play 1/7/2006
21. Epistle To Whom My Soul Belongeth 1/7/2006
22. September Indiscretion 1/7/2006
23. Spiritual Check-Up 1/7/2006
24. I Surrender 1/7/2006
25. A Public Sign 1/7/2006
26. A Closer Look 1/7/2006
27. The Cup That Runneth Over 1/7/2006
28. Wake-Up Call 1/7/2006
29. Beyond Repair 1/7/2006
30. When The Spirit Moves 1/7/2006
31. The Convocation 1/7/2006
32. Empathy In Crisis 1/7/2006
33. Pandora's Box 1/7/2006
34. Whispers Of Inspiration 1/7/2006
35. The Poison Of Asps 1/7/2006
36. The Poison Of Asps (Part2) 1/7/2006
37. The Poison Of Asps (Part 3) 1/7/2006
38. Every Tongue Shall Confess 4/18/2006
39. Jesus, In Your Arms I'Ll Take My Rest 1/7/2006
40. Imitation Of Life 1/7/2006
Best Poem of Bebai Rosa

A Penny For Your Thoughts

Thoughts are things that have wings
Spiritual messgaes they send or bring
Can stimulate the heart to cry or sing
They sometimes deliver a piercing sting

Thoughts should be given special missions
Used for more than making decisions
Advance planning and making provision
Carefully navigated with great precision

Thoughts are likened to a precious dove
Prior to flight, nourished with love
Their feathers grace them as warm gloves
As they probe the blue skies above

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In The Eye Of The Storm

A presence urges me to press on
as the winds leave my sails
This vessels strength nearly gone
Yet I persevere to prevail

This expedition through dry places
Has taken a didactic toll
If I could touch the hem of YESHUA's garment
I'd take hold and never let go

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