Korie's Birthday...

      

This poem is written by my niece Korie

Korie:

In honor of your birthday I am featuring you as Visiting Poet..

Wishing you many more beautiful birthdays and God's manifold blessings on your life
and your gifts.

Video of Korie dancing

The Dance In Me

When I dance I know it is only God

            And Me,

Because when I dance my spirit

            Feels free.

When I dance I will not hold

Anything back!

I surely will not let any one’s opinion

Throw me off track.

I dance because of all that He has

            Brought me through.

It is not because I don’t have

            Anything else to do.

I will move and jump to show

All that is within.

My actions will speak

Louder than my words.

And you know that I am

            Dancing for Him.

I am grateful to prove what I will

            Do for the Lord

He has been knocking and

            Knocking

And I have found a way

            To open my door.

I am glad

You are listening

Because now

 I have a chance

To tell you so you are not confused.

This is a PRAISE dance!

Copyrright By Korie Elise Smith

Scriptural Inspiration

Exodus 15:1-2

The Lord is my strength, my song and

My salvation.

He is my God and I will praise

            Him

He is my father’s

God. 

I will exalt

            Him.

Who's Going to Save Me?

When I look at children growing up today, I wonder what questions must be going through their minds?  How do they feel watching our country sweat the small stuff while things fall down around our ears?  This is what inspired this poem.

Mama Won’t You Tell Me

©2011 by P. Newman-Harris

Mama won’t you tell me

How can I make it through the day?

How can I have fun

How can I play

When little children are being blown away?

In a world that is morally sick

How do I not end up a statistic?

How do I stay encouraged when I’m expected to fail?

How can I stay out of jail?

How can I learn to be a man

When there is no one there to take my hand

And no one to understand?

They tell me to stand on my own two feet,

But how can I stay clean living on a crime infested street?

I don’t know how long I can stay on the right path.

I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.

What do I do when there are no jobs and no way

To make a decent pay?

You may think I’m too young to know,

But Mama I want to know

How can I be all I can be

When the decks are stacked against me?

I appreciate your sacrifices.

I really want to make something of my life

But how do I keep trying

When inside I’m dying

A little every day?

How can I make my fears go away?

How can I plan for tomorrow

When I don’t’ know if I’ll make it through the day?

Mama won’t you tell me

Who is going to save me?