Dear precious readers,
Just a little of your time,
I’ll try to speak about myself,
And try to make it rhyme.
I was born in a small little town,
About fifty six years ago,
A small town indeed it was,
I’m from Portsmouth O-HI-O.
Raised in Columbus,
From the time I was two,
Where I was educated to some degree,
Where I was nurtured and I grew.
Off to the military for eight years of my life,
Returned to Columbus, took Beverly to wife,
Four children later, they’ve all came of age,
Thus a new chapter in my life, thus a new page.
Met Jesus in a church one night,
My heart never more to be the same,
Walked into His Heavenly Light,
Came out with another name.
Done open heart surgery in a cloud,
Removed this heart of stone,
Put one in of love and joy,
No more to walk alone.
To share with all the people,
Who will lend a listening ear,
For all the poems in my heart,
To those who care to hear.
The poems and music that I write,
Are not for me, and me alone,
But to resonate to everyone,
A lovely musical tone.
And may God always bless you.
Author, Franklin Spriggs
January 24,2008
Not really wanted as a child,
Yet into this world I came,
Not to be a bundle of joy,
Just someone to give a name.
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Down this highway that we call life,
Of all it's heartaches, toils and strife,
It's hard for the saints to keep pressing through,
But always remember, God has not forgotten you.
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As I set with pen in hand,
I stop to consider why,
Forgive me this day, oh Lord I pray,
For bringing a tear to your eye.
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The days of wine and roses,
So happily they seem,
Of youthful days and red bouquets,
And faces full of glee.
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Sitting around the house one day,
I stopped to consider this,
Why am I upon this earth,
If it's Heaven that I miss?
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