Broken past Bound by grace Building nations Without a notion Of oil and water Black and white But God’s grace For His people . Christ as the foundation, Cry beloved nation Cry beloved Children Cry beloved people For His Grace is sufficient To heal our nation. Susan McMillan A cry for our nation
You wake up smiling Sunshine with my teardrops showing, You smile even brighter asking me to smile back Shinning on my face begging out loud still that I smile Cry with me a little Sunshine So I can smile back too. Susan McMillan
My heart hurts for a baby bearing a cold world without a mother to keep them warm. Water instead of milk little baby feeds a simple need for every child a privilege it becomes as hunger strikes hard. Bare bones becomes the sketch of a baby we hope will grow. Susan McMillan
Gently I fold my hands dropping to my knees Weeping for losses Not my own this time Losses of my neighbor elsewhere Losses that hurt Losses that weaken my knees Losses that push me to that thought; Forgive I say to my heavenly Father, Help me to forgive Help them to forgive Help us to…… Continue reading Prayer
Dear Stepmother, I know I am a stranger talking about the elephant in the room. Yes, we all notice but refuse to speak. It’s taken me many years to be able to have the courage to do so myself. Don’t get me wrong, I believe there are many beautiful hearted women out there that give…… Continue reading Dear Stepmother…
Mama, Mama, mama, mama Didn’t you hear me cry? Didn’t you hear me call? Calling for you in that nightmare; That left me weak That left me bruised That shattered me That had me hurting That left me scarred Mama, Why? Why did you? Why did you let go; Let go of this child? Mama,…… Continue reading Mama?
Today, I met a friend In you; the stranger next to me. We agree history has made us strangers; Enemies! but… Let’s try; let’s try to be friends, Let’s try… let’s try to agree on something; Something that will make history worth keeping. Let’s try… Walking at the same pace, Without trying to outrun one…… Continue reading Try…
I like to think of myself as Mama Bear. Perhaps that is an understatement too. I am extremely protective of our children. I know it’s easier said than done, but the mama bear in me strongly believes that I would take any kind of punch for these babies of mine. This week our little guy…… Continue reading Motherhood; thankful
Today I wanted mama Today I cried for mama Like I did yesterday. It’s been a while It’s been years It’s been seasons Feels like I am.. Still losing mama. Like I did that year, Today I tried to call mama At least in my mind Like I did yesterday. Today I needed Mama’s voice…… Continue reading Losing mama.
She sings in a soothing voice Asking me yet again; “child what hurts?” The elusive presence of mama. She speaks softly Asking about my day Wondering about my dreams The elusive presence of mama. “Child cry not” she says… Comforting my weary heart The elusive presence of mama. “Take my hand child…” She asks I…… Continue reading Elusive presence…