Three Little Words

Three Little Words

Three little words,

That can change a

Life.

Three little words,

That turns a frown

To a smile.

Three little words,

That can change

Your cries to laughter.

Three little words,

That can change

Enemies to friends.

Three little words,

That can change anger

To love.

Three Little words,

So hard to say.

"I forgive you."

MNJ

Mom's note: Please share with her how these poems touch you or effect you. She needs to know they are touching people.

Pain

Pain

Pain is what
I feel. I want
so much not to
cry and scream.
I want to just
cry on a strong
supportive shoulder
I want to curl up
in My Father's
lap and cry,cry,cry!
I can see and
hear demons.
I try to tell
others but
they tell me
"Oh, you are just
a litttle girl with
such a good imagination!"
"No little girl can see that!"
"I don't believe you!"
I want to scream
"But I can!
Really! I can!
I am not a little
girl with such
a good imagination!
I can really see and
hear them!"
But still they
don't be believe
me. More pain
shoots through
me. One after
another. I want to
scream "Cheater!Liar!Stealer!
Faker! Sneaker!"
Pain,pain,pain!
I feel like I am
carrying 500 tons
of pain on my shoulders.
I want to shake free!
I feel like a
trapped animal
yearning for
freedom.
I want to be like
the gracful,fearless
wild horse whom
stomps his enemies
under his great and
powerful hoofs
God hath given him.
Then races away like
the wind. I want
to be like the
graceful deer
whom gracefully
bounds away
from danger.
I see the
Prince of Darkness
I hear him....but....
he has NO control
over ME!
I also see
and hear the Prince
of Peace.
His voice is softer then
the babies skin.
Sweeter then honey.
But firm.
With Him I Am
the gracful, fearless

wild horse whom stomps

his enemies under his

great and powerful

hoofs and races
away,I am

like the
graceful deer
whom gracefully
bounds away
from danger.

I am Free!

Pain?

Ha!

Jesus?

Yeah!

WHOOO HOOO!

Jesus WILL

conquer Death!

I am....

....Free....Of....

....Pain!

MNJ

Note: No more Pain! No more sickness of ANY kind! Just believe Jesus WILL heal you and cast those unwelcoming Demons OUT! Be Free! But you have to believe Jesus WILL heal you!

When I Die....

When I die
Where will I go?
Will I go to the
dark pit of fire?
Or will I go to Heaven?
Will I get to see nothing
But darkness
Or feel demons
Slicing me to pieces
And then throw me
Into the dark pit
Of fire
Of endless screaming
And burnt smell of people?
Or will I go to where Jesus is?
Where I can jump
In His arms
And hug Him tightly?
Will I get to
Eat at the big table
With my loved ones
And Jesus and His angels?
Will I get to run
My fingers
Through a lion's mane?
Will I get to see
The lions and the lambs
eat, sleep and play together?
Will I get to see the golden streets?
I want to walk with Jesus down those streets.
Do you?

MNJ
Dedicated to Nathan Jones and his family

Note: God told me to tell you this:

Which one looks better? Look! See an empty chair at the table? Look! it's for you!

Come on! Let's go to Jesus! He died for us stupid sheep! Yes sheep! When we sin we are like sheep straying away from Him (The Shepherd.) Do you have a Bible? Have you read it? It tells us that we ARE like sheep! That chair is waiting! Jesus is waiting! Let's go!

Death

Death.
That word makes me
shiver from head
top toe. Death
hurts us so. It is
like they take part
of our heart with them.
When our loved ones
die they grow wings.
That shimmer in the
sky.
Angels of God
come down to guide
them to heaven. Then
our loved ones took
one last look at the
earth where we are in.
Then they rise into
the sky. And sore
eagles. They follow the angels of God to
heaven. God brings all the
little children to Jesus.
Jesus brings all the children
close to Him. He hugs
them and He loves
them more than you
and I know. God calls
everyone home in His
time. When we die
we will grow shimmering
wings and we will rise
and soar to our forever
home where Jesus is.

MNJ

PS. Jesus is the author of this poem, I am His tool.

In memory of Nathan 2007-2009

When They Left....

It seem

me, that if

I get attached

they leave

crying and begging.

When they left

me, part of

my heart left too.

Oh, Why! It is not fair!

I miss crying on

their shoulder and

laughing and talking to

them. It is like someone

stabbing a knife in my heart.

I try to tell the people

around me but they don't

seem to understand!

I just don't get it!

As I watch my friend leave me

I sometimes wish

"I want to go with them!

Oh God, take me too!"

There is a lot of people telling me

"Why cry like this? Why act this way?

It's no big deal! You'll get over it!

You'll forget about it. Now be quiet!"

I try to listen to them but

it seems impossible!

I sometimes shout " You don't

know how it feels!" But I know

I am wrong.

My friend, you and I turned to

our own separate lives.

It 's been 2 long years since I

have seen you.We meet again

but it is different. We aren't

the same anymore! Oh, how I miss

playing games with you!

Or calling each other "Sisters"

I just can't seem to endure

the pain in my heart.

But I know we both turned

to our own separate lives.

Oh,how I miss my old life!

But ..... I do look forward to what my

future holds.I know you were once part of my

life. I know we've changed a lot

in ...... different ways.

But I know you'll come back!

I just know it! And you will find me waiting

for you or maybe it will be the

other way around.But I promise

you we will both always be

"Soul Sisters" forever and ever.

That I can promise

Written by:MNJ

Note:This is dedicated to the people,animals,and friends I

loved and even to this day I still do.

I"m Searching for Love

Here I am standing in

a dark, cold closet.

I look high and low

and all around.

But, I know what I'm looking for

it is love.

Oh How I long

for someone to love me.

But, I do not know

what kind of love I want.

I am in

foster care.

I see lots of

couples and older parents

take interest in me.

My hopes

rise and fall

when they forget me.

I keep searching for love.

I look high and low

and all around.

I long to call

some one dad.

I long to call

some one mom.

I long to call

the people that love me family.

If I had a family

everything would be perfect!

If only!

I sob!

I long to cry and express my feelings

to some one.

If only.

I have so many feelings

that are so familiar!

I dream I am part of a family.

Oh I am so warm and happy there!

I dream I have a mom and dad

who love me.

I dream I have friends that don't betray me.

I dream I am wanted and loved so badly!

Finally I depart from my dream

I realize with dread and a broken heart

that I have no family!

I know it was just a dream.

Oh how unfair it is!

I see all the stuff I could have had!

I envy my friends.

I try to hide my tears and bad feelings.

I had given hope

for everything I wanted.

I look high and low

and all around.

I finally put my tears and smiles deep in my heart.

I soon did not know how to

cry or smile.

I am still wondering

"Am I a bad kid? Will I ever be loved?"

I want to be loved so badly!

Will my dreams ever come true?

Will I find a family?

Will I ever be loved?

Oh please!

We need you more than ever!

Oh please help us kids!

Oh Please!

We would love to have a family!

We want to make you smile

or make you have a tinkle in your eye!

We would love you if you love us!

Oh Please!

We all want a family!

We want you!

I look high and low

and all around.

I search in the highest cloud

and the lowest leaf.

I look high and low

and all around.

Oh Please help me find it soon!

You can hear me whisper,

"Will my dreams come true?

Will I ever have a loving family?

Will someone ever love me?"

If you love me

you wouldn't care

what color I am.

If you love me

you would really care!

Hello! I'm still here.

I want to be loved!

You would love me

even if I was deformed.

Or if I was very thin.

I look high and low

and all around.

Now I really wonder

will my dreams about a loving family come true?

Because my hopes are fading.

Please!

By MNJ age 11

Note: Please pass this own. Because if it does not get to you it will to some one else. This poem is true about how most kids feel! Thanks! December 2008

Sam..... I Love You

This poem was written as my son took our dog Sam to the vet. We had found him seriously injured. He later died.

Sam..... I Love You
I Love you,
Sam. When
you were a
pup I Loved you.
When you played
to rough I loved
You. Sam I love
you. Now I feel
hurt like you. I
can't believe what
happened. Yesterday
I missed you running
with me. I wish
Today was never
here! Sam, I love
you! Come back!
I miss you! Sam.....
.... I love you.
I'll pray, just keep
holding on! I love you.
Hold on I'm coming.
by: MN October 21, 2008