Wayne Bowen Poems
|41.||I Hate To Love You||1/29/2010|
|43.||What Can I Do||12/11/2009|
|45.||My Father's House||12/11/2009|
|46.||A Penny's Worth||1/29/2010|
|47.||There Are No Tears In Heaven||12/11/2009|
|48.||Past Vs. Future||1/22/2010|
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The old country preacher stood to speak,
his broken voice sounding weak.
The worn, black bible in his hand
placed on the wooden pulpit stand.
Eyes of tears scan the faithful few,
friends and family in wooden pews.
The only sounds a cough or sneeze,
and blue jays calling in the trees.
Paper fans move to and fro while
impatient children beg to go.
All dressed in their Sunday best
here to lay their own to rest.
Flowing tears for memories past,
honor a life that did not last.
All good memories, nothing bad
a broken family all are sad.
Words of ...
Will He Walk Away
When I hear my Savior calling, do I listen and obey?
Do I follow where He leads me each and every day?
Will I meet Him as a stranger or know Him as a friend,
will He stay for just a moment or until the very end?
When I had my chance to speak for Him what did I have to say,
did I turn my back in silence and simply walk away?