Vanita Allgood Poems
|2.||Garden Of Eden||5/7/2012|
|3.||Eyes Of Chittim||5/30/2012|
|4.||The Black Rose||7/9/2012|
|5.||The Turmoil Of Life||8/19/2012|
|6.||The Festival Of Lights||12/1/2012|
|7.||House Of Prayer||5/17/2012|
|9.||A Maiden He's Seeking||1/13/2012|
|10.||The Cowboy Way||7/29/2012|
|11.||Baby Baby Baby Mine||9/19/2012|
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Behind every life a Weaver ultimately
stands shrouding His plan for every man.
Dark threads are needful in the Master's
skillful hands for He knows the pattern He has planned.
What tapestry in mama's heart He wove, the
sacrifice self was decomposed. Love was
her goal, to train me up in ways I went with
Mama the time was well spent. His tapestry thread
I've learned life's lessons when I've
grieved with lashes wet that God's plans
are right. Each life closes into
night and death has fused out temporal
light that this time is perfectly ...