What is Christmas without family , without presents underneath the tree
What is Christmas without faith , hope and love
Given to us from the Lord up above.
What is Christmas without the smiles and joys
Of the children playing with their toys.
When your mind is empty and not a memory to be found
And you feel like your dreams are laying on the ground.
This is the time that you look at the world thru the
Eyes of every boy and girl.
The spirit of a child is an everlasting light that reminds you
Of another child s sacrifice.
This vision was seen by three kings from afar who traveled
To where he was by following a star.
The gifts they gave was the start of something new
And to this day the tradition has followed through.
It is called Christmas- Christ – Mas – meaning more of Christ !
What is Christmas ?
It is different for everyone ! But for me it’s the birth of GODS SON .
© L . RAMS 112617 ( new )
I’m writing this poem for all of you, cause true
Poets are far from few.
A true poet writes about every day life
The joys , the loves , the sacrifice.
There is not a topic they will not touch . Because
Life gives us “ oh so much “.
Each poem is like a wave beating against the beach
Touching anyone that it can reach.
It can be as smooth as glass , and tell your stories
Of the present or past, and most of us have gone
Thru love , joy , sorrow ,bitterness and hate
And other things in which we can relate.
We become the eyes and voices of the silent ones
Who are afraid to speak “ cause they feel they are weak “
We see their tears , we feel their pain , but in silence they remain.
A true poet tells what others do not , and they’ll continue to write
“ they will not stop “.
© L . RAMS 082017
With the power of prayer you can not compare
For our Lord is always there .
He listens to every word we say as he looks
Over us from day to day .
He knows our wants and sees our needs
And on that we do feed.
He fills up his heaven with angels from below
And the ones he will choose you do know .
A mother , a father , a sister a brother
For like them there are no others.
Every one of us are grains of sand to complete
The beaches on this land .
Each touching each other and creating a world of hope
So that our children can learn to cope.
This is the Power Of Prayer and he always takes us there.
© L . RAMS 072917 ( poetlou )
LORD I cannot thank you for all that you’ve done
My day was dark and you brought out the sun.
With all my worries and my tears – you took away all my fears.
I held the cross from my chain and asked for blessings in your name.
When life becomes like a tornado tossing everything around
You held me firm on the ground.
I hold this cross in my hand cause my life you understand
This cross is your symbol of life , faith , love and hope
And this shows us how to cope.
Such a small little cross which holds billions of hearts
And with the twelve Apostles it did start.
A cross so small above my heart – I kiss it daily for my day to start.
From the Sacred Heart of Jesus that has endured the ravages of time
To make this gift “ yours and mine “ .
© L . RAMS 020917