Sharon Maree Smith
Biography of Sharon Maree Smith
Sharon Maree Smith Poems
Are You Rich Or Are You Poor? ? ...
Yes...I look around..and There is a lot I see Many people living in a state of luxury 'Luxury? ' they say..'but alas..we are poor' Complaining about this and that and..'now we need more'
Do You Love Money? ?
Why is it that one with money is treated differently? Why do others fumble around them? Do you give them the best seats? Why do poeple humble themselves before them?
Please Tell Me Your Stories..
Sometimes You make me wonder..I just sit here with You and think How did You get this flower all purple..then this one all mauve and pink How did You craft this one in shape..this one..to form the white How did You think to make this one..only open for You at night
To Touch The Soul...
A passion in my heart Souls ecstasy I had never felt To draw breath.. lest my soul faint from the fire consuming my very essence
You Know Me So Well..
When I bring to You my troublesome plea..with Your listening so intent.. When I've thrown it round and round my head..and much Time has now been spent.. It is then I know You have set it up.. and have listened to my very heart.. From the Time I ask the reason why.. from start.. finish.. back to start.
On Eagle's Wings...
My soul..with You..Oh so high above the clouds..above the sky.. above the pleasure of the earthly sigh.. Time and space transending..
A gentle breeze caresses my face Yes..I feel You there Touch so Tender..gentle Grace.. Sweet Whispers through my hair
Do Not Let Go...(The Dark Flood)
My soul is disturbed.. as one sat down beside me. An angel.. but not one of You Lord.
Beyond Earth's Knowledge..(Part I)
When I was a little girl all tucked away in bed My eyes would suddenly open So much going around my head
A Wonderous Moment With You
Through your tears...incline your ear.. 'When praying to Me..alone.. but from the mouth it will only come
Oh my head..I hear You Speak I listen to Your Word But the answers that I do now seek are Higher than all I've heard
Through My Soul's Eye..
My every thought, they are Yours to behold Let not my best mind spill that which is unclean Let not this fear cause it to offer forth that which is only human..
Be Still My Heart...
Be still my heart..lest your beating impair.. a single word from my Beloved's Heart.. Let not one word you take from me.. with the pounding your beats impart..
Out Of The Mouth Of Babes...
When I was a little girl Around four or five I'd say I used to sit and look out the window at different times through the day.
Knowledge may come with age..
but not necessarily wisdom.
It is what one does with that knowledge gathered..
that determines how wise one is.