A poem is a story and most of the ones found here have a message. Sometimes words come from deep inside. One only has to listen for an honest expression of feelings and words sent from the heart. The contents of this book speak for the writer. As these lines were shared with others, favorable remarks were received that the words helped them in their own life. "God Sends the Words, I Only Hold the Pen" is mostly a collection of poems written to ease the painful path through grief and to glorify God who was there for every step along the way.

God Sends the Words I Only Hold the Pen

Thoughts from the heartBy Elaine Long

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Copyright © 2012 Elaine Long
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4685-6021-3

Contents

Dedication Page...................................................xiAcknowledgements..................................................xiiiLighthouse Lamp...................................................1

Chapter One

GOD SENDS THE WORDS

    An Enormous Trust

    If there are rhymes or reasons to poems that I write.
    It has to be from an idea God put in my heart at night.
    Verses at least most of the time from my pen will flow.
    Long before the thought appears for my mind to know.

    I've said I do not take any credit for where the poems led.
    I simply hold the pen that writes the words God has said.
    An idea or thought slowly occurs on the page appearing.
    It comes from the words upon my heart I keep hearing.

    The thought will normally flow at a steady, constant pace.
    Until I ponder and mull over a final line all over the place.
    As I seek the remarks to give the intended point or view.
    God completes it with the right words for hope to renew.

    I am constantly amazed at the deep thoughts He inspires.
    Only He can supply everything our heart needs or desires.
    An enormous trust has been simply loaned to my heart.
    The words being written on the paper is the easiest part.

    The vast depth of the love of God cannot be measured.
    The important thing is that it can forever be treasured.
    When His lines unfold upon the page, it is nothing I do.
    Lord, with reverence, respect and awe I say, thank you.


    I Only Know

    Sometimes the words are slow, yet other times they tumble and flow.
    I have no idea where they come from or a single clue why they go.
    At times a thought or an unforgettable memory across my mind leaps.
    Other times, it is from a recollection left deep in my heart for keeps.

    Sometimes it is the remembrance of a painful reflection of the past.
    Part of the time it comes from a soothing thought of peace at last.
    There are times a word or just a line stands out in something said.
    At times a simple phrase comes to mind long after I have gone to bed.

    A few times the words were on the tip of my tongue to another to say.
    In the sincere hope it might lighten a load or brighten someone's day.
    Nevertheless, most of the time it is for me and trying to ease my soul.
    Else, all of the words running around in my heart will make me so old.

    If it puts some thoughts into words someone can see and understand.
    Then they are welcome to draw any and all the reassurance they can.
    I never know if it will be comforting to some other hearts on the mend.
    I only know God gives the words for my poems, I simply hold the pen.


    Life Is Always a Challenge

    Poems are writings from thoughts lying on my heart.
    At the time they were penned they played a large part.
    Sometimes only the concept is implied from my mind.
    A true concern may be found sitting between the lines.

    By removing or repairing some feelings of every kind.
    Words allow peace and an outlet for a troubled mind.
    If my process of expression permits you some hope.
    Feel free to use my thoughts if they help you to cope.

    It is terribly hard to hide an aching heart behind a smile.
    Or to control the tears that are company on every mile.
    Regret should not be a burden for the shoulder to hold.
    It is simply too much baggage to assume the guilt role.

    Life is always a challenge and it is not always very fair.
    One can aim to do their best when troubles come to bear.
    Moving forward and trying not to look backward anymore.
    Taking each day as it comes with whatever may be in store.

    One must live each day as if it were the last on earth to see.
    Enjoying all the beauty placed in each day for you and me.
    My path was not of my plans; it was and is of God's way.
    He had a solution in mind before I had a problem any day.


    He Is There

    Life experiences for one often allow another some aid.
    If another needs comfort then the debt has been paid.
    As with the creation of the universe God is in control.
    No matter how rough the road this fact never gets old.

    He uses others to be a comfort when anyone has a need.
    Only God will send what is helpful for others to receive.
    Sometimes the words of help are given by Him in a verse.
    Words often soothe or prevent nerves from getting worse.

    A gift of words from God can come in a poem or a rhyme.
    It may offer comfort and joy and peace at the proper time.
    The words come from the pen in a tumbling or gentle flow.
    A quill holder is only His messenger to whomever they go.

    Other's words are not the only way God touches the heart.
    He speaks softly to all of us and we hear if we do our part.
    Sometimes life's noises prevent us from hearing His voice.
    Other times we don't listen and that is each one's choice.

    This is a most comforting thought which gets us through.
    Trust in God to walk and talk with us in all we have to do.
    He is there but maybe wary enough to wait until one asks.
    Talk to Him and whatever lies ahead will be a small task.


    Take My Words Lightly

    Now and then something odd crosses my mind.
    It comes from deep within this old soul of mine.
    As if on a mission the words...