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Spring Semester 2010
Shiloh's Quote
"The thankful heart opens our eyes to a multitude of blessings that continually surround us." - James E. Faust
About Me
The Rose Nobody Wants
Once upon a rosebush
Grew a rose so deep and red
Blossoming to perfection
Always coming out ahead
Then one day the perfect man
Couldn’t resist her seeming grace
He cut her off the vine that day
Placed her on his mantle in a vase
For a while she bloomed brighter
Her petals soft as velvet
His prized rose, to be sure
Her smell as sweet as chocolate
And all her friends still on the vine
Envied her place upon that shelf
She enjoyed pleasing the man
Thought she was fulfilling herself
But it was only a short time
When her first petal fell
She thought no one would notice
And she vowed not to tell
And then her petals hardened
Became brittle to the touch
All the sudden other roses
Didn’t envy her so much
She turned from red to black
From soft to hard and course
No longer was she pretty
But crumbling with remorse
Her petals fell like snow now
Leaving her cold and so alone
No more moisture in her eyes
Her heart turned to silent stone
Then one day he took her down
She questioned without response
He threw her brittle remains away
The rose nobody wants
Only a Game
A long time ago
As I held a broken heart
I promised myself
I would never again start
The game called gambling
With so much to lose
My emotions on the table
For him to use or abuse
Told myself it was safe
This one wouldn’t hurt
We were only playing
Thought I was an expert
I placed some in the pot
Enough to keep him betting
But I kept calling his bluff
And I started forgetting
To my heart it was more
More than one night
My heart started hoping
This time would go right
As he pulls me close
He’s so good at pretending
It’s almost like he too
Wishes this wasn’t ending
But tomorrow I’ll wake up
I’ll whisper his name
And then I’ll remember
It was only a game
As I held a broken heart
I promised myself
I would never again start
The game called gambling
With so much to lose
My emotions on the table
For him to use or abuse
Told myself it was safe
This one wouldn’t hurt
We were only playing
Thought I was an expert
I placed some in the pot
Enough to keep him betting
But I kept calling his bluff
And I started forgetting
To my heart it was more
More than one night
My heart started hoping
This time would go right
As he pulls me close
He’s so good at pretending
It’s almost like he too
Wishes this wasn’t ending
But tomorrow I’ll wake up
I’ll whisper his name
And then I’ll remember
It was only a game
This Man, Jesus
They said “He’s nothing special,
A carpenter no different from another.
Who is he to preach to us
The doctrines of the Father?”
They said, “He’s just a healer,
Using tricks, not power divine.
Who is he to forgive sin?
He’s crossed the blasphemer’s line.”
They said, “He’s only a magician.
Walking on water and calming the storm.
Who is he to command Earth and Heaven?
There’s illusion behind miracles he performs.”
They said, “He cannot rule us.
Only liars say He’s great.
Who is He to be our king?
His words have sealed his fate.”
They said loudly, “Crucify him!”
Pushed Him up Calvary’s hill,
Drove nails through his hands and feet
To fulfill His Father’s will.
Who is this man, Jesus?
To them he was just a man.
But to me he’s so much more
Because I understand.
I say He is my Savior,
My prophet, priest and king.
He is my light in my dark,
My peace and joy He brings.
I say he is a brother,
A councilor, a friend.
The only one who knows me,
My advocate at the end.
Who is this man, Jesus?
The triumphant one above.
He gave his life to save mine.
To me, Jesus is love.
A carpenter no different from another.
Who is he to preach to us
The doctrines of the Father?”
They said, “He’s just a healer,
Using tricks, not power divine.
Who is he to forgive sin?
He’s crossed the blasphemer’s line.”
They said, “He’s only a magician.
Walking on water and calming the storm.
Who is he to command Earth and Heaven?
There’s illusion behind miracles he performs.”
They said, “He cannot rule us.
Only liars say He’s great.
Who is He to be our king?
His words have sealed his fate.”
They said loudly, “Crucify him!”
Pushed Him up Calvary’s hill,
Drove nails through his hands and feet
To fulfill His Father’s will.
Who is this man, Jesus?
To them he was just a man.
But to me he’s so much more
Because I understand.
I say He is my Savior,
My prophet, priest and king.
He is my light in my dark,
My peace and joy He brings.
I say he is a brother,
A councilor, a friend.
The only one who knows me,
My advocate at the end.
Who is this man, Jesus?
The triumphant one above.
He gave his life to save mine.
To me, Jesus is love.
Petals on a Daisy
She looks down at her daisy
Petals white as snow
She’s scared of what she’ll find
But she just has to know
“He loves me, “ she says softly
As a petal hits the ground
The suspense is almost too much
Her heart begins to pound
She plucks another petal
And holds it in her hand
She only thinks those awful words
As she drops it to the sand
She smiles as she plucks a third
Begs for the companionship of fate
It’s about time something went right
She prays it’s not too late
And she so quietly continues
She has to know if it’s all pretend
Her heart stops beating suddenly
As she reaches the very end
So fate has passed her by again
Without giving her a shot
The last petal flutters in the wind
As she whispers “he loves me not”
Petals white as snow
She’s scared of what she’ll find
But she just has to know
“He loves me, “ she says softly
As a petal hits the ground
The suspense is almost too much
Her heart begins to pound
She plucks another petal
And holds it in her hand
She only thinks those awful words
As she drops it to the sand
She smiles as she plucks a third
Begs for the companionship of fate
It’s about time something went right
She prays it’s not too late
And she so quietly continues
She has to know if it’s all pretend
Her heart stops beating suddenly
As she reaches the very end
So fate has passed her by again
Without giving her a shot
The last petal flutters in the wind
As she whispers “he loves me not”
Time Heals All, My Foot
This is another poem I have written. I was reviewing some oldies but goodies and thought this one was pretty funny. And for the record...I still don't believe the whole "Time heals all" thing :)
Maybe I’m just bitter
And feeling rather small
But it doesn’t matter what you say
Time does NOT heal all
Usually I try to trust
But judging the months past
The biggest lie I’ve ever heard
Time does NOT go fast
Unable to move or breathe
Slowly sinking down
Calling for someone, anyone
Time just watches me drown
The hole in my stomach grows
I’m holding it together
I’m stuck here in this situation
Time holds me here forever
Let’s throw time to the flames
Watch it turn to soot
And all of Time’s lies with it
Time heals all, my foot
Maybe I’m just bitter
And feeling rather small
But it doesn’t matter what you say
Time does NOT heal all
Usually I try to trust
But judging the months past
The biggest lie I’ve ever heard
Time does NOT go fast
Unable to move or breathe
Slowly sinking down
Calling for someone, anyone
Time just watches me drown
The hole in my stomach grows
I’m holding it together
I’m stuck here in this situation
Time holds me here forever
Let’s throw time to the flames
Watch it turn to soot
And all of Time’s lies with it
Time heals all, my foot
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