DON'T MISS YOUR CHANCE

When I think of all the Chances, the Lord has given us,
To pour down Love like Summer Rains, to Soothe each other thus,
To do Good to each other, To Heal each others Hurts.
Like oil dripping down the Beard of Aaron to his skirts.

Are we Thankful of the times He gives, to shine forth like the Sun?
Or mindful of His Presence here, in Each and Everyone?

Or do we miss the chance to Bless, all wrapped up in our Dreams,
While someone needs the Love we have, Unseen because it seems;
That our Lives are the only thing, important in our minds,
Instead of Blessing other Hearts and building ties that bind.

If only we had Eyes to See, just how the Spirit Sees,
The Wounded Souls we pass right by, are Broken on their knees.
And carrying the weight inside, of Every Burden Bent,
Is what you are doing so precious, that your time can't be lent?

Or time that you have in a day, to look to other's needs,
We should be out there in the world, so often planting seeds;
Of Restoration, Grace and Peace, we're given a Commission,
To Heal this world, for those now lost, and bring them to Submission.

To Jesus who so Loving waits, to Heal Hearts that Bleed,
And Restore Every Soul who hurts, For Whom He Interceeds.
We ARE His Eyes, His Ears, His Heart, His Arms that do enfold,
The Reason that He put us here, to Carry Someone's Load.

Just like Simon was Impressed to carry Jesus' Cross,
So we need to carry Weights, and Lift Them from the Lost.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004



Your Love for your Wife should be like the Rock of Gibraltar. Though waves beat against it constantly, it can Never be moved.
R.S.

Love is like a Flame, that burns and is visible to all.


RUTH
16And Ruth said, Urge me not to leave you or to turn back from following you; for where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. [1] Your people shall be my people and your God my God.
17Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts me from you.

SONG OF SOLOMON 8
6Set me like a Seal upon your Heart, like a Seal upon your arm; for Love is as strong as death, jealousy is as hard and cruel as Sheol (the place of the dead). Its flashes are flashes of fire, a most Vehement Flame [the very Flame of the Lord]!(3)
7Many waters cannot quench Love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would offer all the goods of his house for Love, he would be utterly scorned and despised.



ROSE

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DO WE EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS?

When we say I Love you,
Do we think about Our Words?
Are they spoken for Another's Sake,
So They can be Assured?

Are we saying it for Ourselves Alone?
Do Our actions match our Hearts?
Love rolls off Our lips so lightly,
Is the horse before the cart?

Is the Love that we profess,
Like Jesus, through His Life.
When you Marry those you say you Love,
Are you Faithful to your Wife?

All the things the Scriptures teach
Of Two Becoming ONE,
Is the Process He will take us through,
The Bride joined to His Son.

I've read and written many Poems
About Our Love Inside,
But I find there's no meaning there,
When Our Words don't Abide.

How can we Live from day to day,
Not knowing where we stand?
How can we say I Love you,
When Our Words are grains of sand?

That we all build our Lives upon,
Just like the shifting sea,
That when the waves do beat upon,
Are washed away and Free.

Or is Our Love built on a ROCK,
The Mighty Son of Life,
That nothing done can wash away,
Not Trial, or Hurt, or Strife.

But Real Love Is Eternal,
It can't be turned aside,
And it Will Stand when all else fails,
The Love we have Inside.

And though we walk through valleys,
The deepest pits of Hell,
He always walks beside us,
We know it will be well!

The thing we wish from others,
Is what we need to do,
We need to treat them like Ourselves,
Like Jesus told us to.

We need to walk in Truth and Light,
And say just what we mean.
So that we may be Sons of God,
And Jesus will be seen.

God's looking for a People,
Who Are Faithful, and Are Just.
And if we say that We Are His,
Our Witness Is a Must.

We can't walk any way We please,
for Judgement soon will come,
His Light of Truth will look through us,
To see just what We've done.

Jesus taught The Way to Live,
That We should be Forgiving,
We shouldn't Shame Our Loving Lord,
By False and Sinful Living.

So by Our Words We're Justified,
And by Our Words Condemned.
So when We say I Love you,
I hope We don't pretend.

For there is no excuse We'll give,
If Our words are a Lie,
Let ALL Your Words be Grace and Peace,
And Love will be held High.

So that is what the meaning
of Love is in our Life.
To walk Our Words out Truthfully,
and Honest with Our Wife.

To Always let Our Yes be Yes,
And let Our No be No,
So when We say I Love you,
It ALWAYS will be so.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

RUTH
16And Ruth said, Urge me not to leave you or to turn back from following you; for where you go I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge. [1] Your people shall be my people and your God my God.
17Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts me from you.

SONG OF SOLOMON 8
6Set me like a Seal upon your Heart.


Your Love for your Wife should be like the Rock of Gibraltar. Though waves beat against it constantly, it can Never be moved.
ROSE S.

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AS I SAT HERE THINKING


AS I SAT HERE THINKING,
I ASKED GOD FOR SOME WORDS.
I SAID SPEAK THROUGH THIS POEM,
TO THOSE WHO HAVEN'T HEARD.

IF SOMEONE HERE IS SUFFERING,
AND YOU CAN'T FEEL HIS PEACE.
THEN LET HIS SPIRIT MINISTER,
HE'LL GIVE YOU SUCH RELEASE.

THERE'S SOMEONE HERE HE'S SPEAKING TO,
YOU ASKED TO HEAR HIS VOICE.
I'M TALKING RIGHT TO YOU MY CHILD,
BE CAREFUL WITH YOUR CHOICE.

YOU WONDER IF I SEE YOU,
AND CARE ABOUT YOUR LIFE,
SOMETIMES YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE NOT SEEN,
I HAVE SEEN ALL YOUR STRIFE.

I'M WAITING FOR YOU PATIENTLY,
TO CALL ON ME RIGHT NOW.
AND IF YOU KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME,
THEN I WILL SHOW YOU HOW.

TO FIND THAT PEACE YOUR LOOKING FOR,
YOU'VE STRUGGLED FOR SO LONG.
BUT I WOULD LIFT THAT WEIGHT FROM YOU,
REPLACE IT WITH A SONG.

THIS ISN'T JUST A POEM,
I'M SPEAKING TO YOUR HEART.
AND IF MY CHILD YOU LISTEN,
YOU'LL GET A BRAND NEW START.

MY LOVE FOR YOU IS DEEPER,
THAN ANYTHING YOU KNOW.
AND WHEN YOU COME BACK HOME TO ME,
THAT LOVE WILL HELP YOU GROW.

STAY CLOSE TO ME, DON'T RUN AWAY,
SOMETIMES YOUR FULL OF FEAR.
BUT IF YOU LISTEN TO MY VOICE,
THEN I WILL DRAW YOU NEAR.

I PROMISED I WOULD STAY WITH YOU,
I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE.
MY FAITHFULLNESS WILL NEVER FAIL,
I'VE CHOSEN YOU MY BRIDE.

SO LET THESE WORDS THEN TOUCH YOUR HEART,
AND HEAL ALL YOUR PAIN.
AND I WILL MAKE A CHANGE IN YOU,
I'LL BRING THAT LATTER RAIN.


GOD HEARS YOU EVEN NOW,
ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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THERE'S SOMETHING IN THAT BAG FOR YOU

Words on paper,
Hearts expressed.
Healing brought,
Thoughts confessed.

New friends lift,
The ones brought down.
God sent Angels,
Healing abounds.

Not just human,
Natural Saints,
The called out Ones,
Who never faint,

Always Faithful,
Obey God's Word,
Generously impart,
What they have heard.

Gifts they have,
Are shared with all.
Listen careful,
Heed the call.

Touch of God,
Sharp as an Arrow.
His True Shaft,
He named Sparrow.


AND GOD GAVE GIFTS TO MEN,
ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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THE HEARTS GARDEN

The Lord made our Hearts like a Garden,
Like the earth, it's one we must tend.
The seed that we plant must be good seed,
No weed must come up to offend.

The Fruit that it grows needs our pruning,
So yields from our Hearts overflow.
And if we don't tend our own Gardens,
The weeds will get out of control.

The Seed that's been planted was Deep Love,
So where did the weeds appear from?
The Scriptures say enemies sowed it,
They came under darkness with some.

They came with intent to do evil,
Hoping weeds would grow up and then choke.
The Love that was cared for so Gently,
That Dear Heart, so it would be Broke.

So stand on the walls in the nite hours,
And watch with intent to protect.
And keep out the evil that searches,
Stay strong, and know what to expect.

So don't let those weeds wrap around It,
To choke out the Love that's Inside.
Always keep watch and protect it,
To make sure that His Love will abide.

If you are unfaithful a servant,
And don't tend the Gift He imparts.
God will take what you have, and He'll give it,
To Ones who will care for His Heart.

Then the Tears that You Weep Will Be Bitter,
Because you were slack to obey.
And the things that were yours will be others,
For your failure to watch and to pray.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES


What words can I say that will soothe you,
How can I take all of your pain?
What gift do I have, I can give you,
To bring back your Joy once again?

I know that you're seeing through glasses,
And that the glass lenses are blue.
But what is the Gift that God's given,
That I may bring healing to you?

The wound that has laid hard upon you,
Ever since you were so young.
Is the one that God knows will complete you,
And the song that He gives, will be sung.

The thing that you always have wanted,
Inside of the bag of surprise.
Isn't inside that black bag Dear,
It's right here in front of your eyes.

First you must take off those glasses,
And then you will see very clear.
The one that the Lord sent to lift you,
Is the one who speaks now in your ear.

At some point, Even you will believe it,
Though you've always said, "It'd never come."
Surrender all negative thoughts now,
Accept ALL His Gifts, not just some.

Remember the Scripture that tells us,
We will have the things that we say,
And if you believe in your Heart Dear,
It will come to you, even today!!!

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

LET HIS WORDS TOUCH YOU SISTER,

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DART OF TRUTH

Walking in the Spirit,
Through fields of waist high grass,
Listening to the Voice of God,
Though Heaven feels like Brass;

Always keep Believing,
Regardless of what you see,
Clinging to His Faithfullness,
Like soil holds the tree.

Asking for the Mind of God,
Direction we should go,
Discerning what is Truth from lie,
And Trusting we will know;

Seeing facts through Natures lense,
Both Beauty and the curse,
Life and death, and Joy and tears,
Are many times rehearsed.

But for the time I'm given,
I'm going to stay His course,
I won't speak my own words,
But His, For Jesus is my Source.

So even while this outer man
Will suffer through betrayal,
I know that Jesus felt the same,
And His Love couldn't fail.

For Love from God is Solid,
And Built Upon His Rock,
And it WILL Last Forever,
For Our God won't be mocked.

So Mind and Heart are stayed on Him,
Till He returns for me,
While Prayers ascend up to His Throne,
For those who cannot see.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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My Gifts

Long years I wrought upon my little gifts
Then came and knocked at your half-opened door,
Timid and tremulous. You smiled at me
And bade me enter -- I could ask no more.

Kneeling beside you, I unwrapped my gifts --
Unfolding each that you might look and see:
Sweet Innocence, and Faith, and Hope, and Trust,
And Loyalty to Truth, and Modesty.

And over all, and compassing the rest,
A Love as high and holy as the stars:
Builded of Youth's divinest dreams,
The Great One Dream -- all these were yours.

You took each gift up in your smooth white hands,
And fingered it a moment -- as a child
Might play with some new toy -- then, growing tired,
You tossed each in the corner there -- and smiled.

Oh! You were kind! You called me goodly names,
You looked into my eyes and bade me stay:
But I, who builded ALL upon my dreams,
Must take my little gifts and go away.

I shall not seek another altar shrine
On which to lay the gifts I made for you:
I could not give them now to someone else --
My childish dreams that never will come true.

But there's a quiet place out in the woods,
Where all night long the sad winds come and play;
There I shall go and dig a holy grave
Beneath the trees -- and lay my gifts away.

The kindly leaves will whisper over me,
The lonely stars will watch me from above;
And I shall come away again, content
To pity you -- O you, who cannot love.



You're in my thoughts, dear Rose.

Sparrow


THESE GIFTS ARE SAFE

As I walk out there in the woods,
I think of All My Gifts I've given.
A grave would never hold Them All,
These Gifts, They Are Still Living!

But I will keep Them All here Safe,
I hold them in my Heart.
For they are only given once,
They'll always be a part.

Of Love that's Built on Solid Rock,
My Brother showed me how.
And though He is the Son of God,
He told me keep my Vow.

He said the things We do not know,
We will eventually learn.
And though We kick against the pricks,
His Fire, it will burn.

All the things that are Impure,
He'll take away Our Dross.
He'll give Us ALL a Living Heart,
One that can Bear His Cross.

When We are Transformed by His Love,
Then We Will Understand.
The Altar that We Worship at,
Was built by God's Own Hand.

These Gifts now Live inside My Dreams,
Until That Love Awakens.
It's sleeping very gently now,
In Fires not Forsaken!

He keeps them stoked,Those Cleansing Fires.
Until We Are Refined.
And lets His Flames Heat Things Grown Cold,
Things Hidden in Our Mind.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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No.6

My Girl Is Sleeping And I'm Dreaming Of Her



While you are sleeping
I watch you In Prayer,
I hold you near
And touch your Soft Hair.

I look at your Face
And Love you So Much,
That I want to stroke you
With my Gentle Touch.

But I won't disturb You,
You need to Rest,
And I think of the ways
That I can Be Best.

To give you My Strength,
And Dear keep You Safe,
While you Dream on Sweetness,
You sleep like a Waif.

And wonder what Dreams
Have passed through Your Head,
As you lay there Beautiful,
Asleep on Your Bed.

Do you Dream of Us
And Our Future Life?
And the things that we'll do,
When you are My Wife?

Do you know that I'm here,
While My Girl you Sleep On?
And that it's My Heart
That you Dream Upon?

That my eyes are wide open
And This Feels Like A Dream.
But Dear, Please don't wake me,
As Good as It Seems.

For I'd like to join you
In that Blessed Place,
While I'm looking down
At your Lovely Face.

And I'm Loving you Truly,
Because you Are My Own.
For My God has Blessed me,
You're Bone of my Bone.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2003

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BLESSED BE YOUR HOLY NAME.... JESUS!

Prepare your Heart for anything,
God knows what He has planned.
Sometimes the devil is the tool,
That God works with His hand.

God sculpts our Lives just as He will,
And molds us through our pain.
Like Job who sat down in his grief,
While friends, his words disdain.

For even though he hadn't sinned,
Companions wounded more.
For they saw not the way God sees,
Their words cut to his core.

But Job retained integrity,
No trial could make him curse.
The Lord, whom Job knew held his Life,
Accepted goods reverse.

And though he wished for death to come,
He Worshipped just the same.
For he knew Whom he had Believed,
The Lord, That Is His Name!

Then the Wife of Jobs own youth,
Turned on him, she was cruel.
And even though he lacked support,
He understood the rule.

That God alone sits in the Heavens,
Our Life is hid in Him.
Though suffering had brought him low,
And Sorrows to the brim.

Our Lord knows what He's doing,
Though anguish tears our soul.
And after all his suffering,
The Lord Restored him Whole.

Rewarded him, then twice as much,
Rebuked his friends so blind.
Gave Job a double portion,
Restored his Peace of mind.

The moral of the story here,
Is Blessed Be His Name.
Our God will never let us fall,
Our Faith must be the same.

For He said He'd dry every tear,
That we will cry no more.
And though we lose the battle,
Jesus won the war!!!

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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GOD ALL IN ALL
(His Mothering Nature)

God gave people Mothers,
To hold us while He's gone.
To feel His Love so Tenderly,
As we wake every Dawn.

To know His Arms around Us,
To see His kindness Too.
To Look into the Eyes of Love,
And Know that He Loves You.

To Know His Heart so Gentle,
To Hear His Lovely Voice.
To Soothe us when we are Afraid,
He offers us that Choice.

To Smell His Fragrance Beautiful,
Like Flowers on a Vine.
To Always Feel Secure In Love,
When He Says You Are Mine.

That Is What A Mother Is,
Our Lord Inside Her Heart.
A Woman made to care for Us,
So we would Know His Heart.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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BLUE ROSE DEW DROP INN


If you go to the Blue Rose Dew Drop INN,
You'll meet the Finest Women, Who we call Kin.

Sisters like Elaine, and Doc, and Blue,
Metalheart, Safeheart, And even Rose too.

So many Gals from all walks of Life,
There's even One here, Who I call My Wife.



Can you see? Can you see it? It's right there down the road.
It's the Place you can Refresh, It's the Place to rest your load.
Can you see? Can you see it? It's right there down the road.
And we're waiting for your Life and your Story to Unfold.



There's Doctors and Poets, and Writers and Cops,
Married and Single, And those who push mops.

We have Tess, and Petite, and Groucho and Tigger,
And Kimmie, and Shy, and Ingrid, I figure.

God placed them ALL here, And they share who they are,
And if you need Prayer, You needn't look far.



Can you see? Can you see it? It's right there down the road.
It's the Place you can Refresh. It's the Place to rest your load.
Can you see? Can you see it? It's right there down the road.
And we're waiting for your Life and your Story to be Told.



We have Warriors of Spirit, and Warriors of Mind,
And Lovers of Women, With Hearts that are Kind.

Coram Deo is here, And so is My Sparrow,
The One Who I wrote, IS as Sharp as an Arrow.

We've carried each other, When we can't go on,
And we're sure of His Name, Who we call upon!!!



Can you see? Can you see it? It's right there down the road. It's the Place you can Refresh. It's the Place to rest your load.
Can you see? Can you see it? It's right there down the road.
And We're waiting for your Life and your Story to Behold.



There's a Sister that's Blessed, It's DebBeReal, She's strong in the Word, and her Wisdom can Heal.
And Blyth, Don't forget the things that you say, Keep the Faith that He gave you, It will be OK!

We've met Friends and met Lovers, And even met Wives,
So many here are a Part of Our Lives.

But we would have missed them, Had we not been,
To a place called the Blue Rose Dew Drop Inn.
(AKA GAYCHURCH.ORG.)


ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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HIS EYE IS ON US

This is a poem to let you know,
The Blessings in Life that He has bestowed.
How His eye is always upon your ways.
That He walks along with you all of your days.

Not a care or desire slips past His eye.
Nor when you are sad and want to cry.
But He holds you dear and wants you to know,
The love He has in His Heart, that it's so.

How Precious you are, That He sent His own Son.
To let you know that you are the one,
That He Loved so deeply He laid down His life,
So you wouldn't struggle or wrestle with strife.

And inside your heart He planted a seed,
That's been growing inside you, to meet every need.
And when you are lonely and feeling unloved,
Remember that you have a Father above.

Who sees in you beauty of what He has made,
And the foundation of Love that He gently laid.
And He'll never forsake you or leave you alone,
Till this life is finished and He takes you Home.

And the Blessings He gives us has fallen on me,
Because in my life, He allowed you to be.
And in your face it's the Christ that I see,
Now I know from your eyes God is looking at me.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2003

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WOW!!!

Maybe it's the time we should start Christian rock band in here.
We need composers, promoters and musicians.

I don't know about that Metal,
But a publisher might be nice!!!
ROSE

When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learn that compromises wait
Beyond each hardly opened gate;
When I can look life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise --
Life will have given me its truth,
And taken in exchange -- my youth.

Sara Teasdale



I'M ONLY DYING

But oh My Dear,
I'm not through Flying,
And I'm Still Young,
I'm only dying,
And I break through, where others faint,
The gate looks small, and oh so quaint.
I may learn Wisdom,
But Never Cold,
God Holds Me Up,
I'll Never Fold.
This Love He gave,
It Never Fails.
So in Lifes Eyes,
The Truth Prevails.

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

There's a Sparrow on my shoulder,
She sings a happy song,
And when my Heart is breaking,
She helps me get along!

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004

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To Sweet Rose . . .


There never was a mood of mine,
Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull
But you could ease me of its fever
And give it back to me more beautiful.

In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I remembered you;
The heart belongs to her who knew it best.

— S. Teasdale



Your poetry is beautiful and much appreciated, my friend.


sparrow

Thankyou Sparrow,
You are very much appreciated too!
ROSE


LORD, COME BY HERE!

Oh Lord God, Please look down and see,
The needs of Your People, Who present Their Plea.
There's so much sickness and pain in Our Flesh,
Won't You Reach down and Touch Us, Renew and Refresh.

Our Families are touched by hurt and disease,
Holy Spirit please come and blow like a Breeze;
And pass through Our Bodies and Heal the weak,
Then give Us Your Words, so that We might speak;

To tell all the Great things The Lord's done for Us,
That He answers Prayers, In Him We can Trust.
We don't have to Fear, We aren't left alone,
You won't let Us drown or sink like a stone.

But You'll lift Us up and restore Us to Health,
So satan won't come and steal by stealth;
Your Word is a Sword that You told Us to Wield,
Jesus You said by Your Stripes We ARE Healed.

You said where Two or more would agree in Your Name,
That You're there in the Midst, it's a Truth We Can Claim.
So Stand with Us Lord and Answer Our Prayers,
For You told Us Jesus, Our Father, He Cares,

ROSE SERPE
COPYRIGHT 2004










Isaiah 61
1 The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me; because the LORD hath anointed me to Preach Good Tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to Proclaim Liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;
2 To Proclaim the Acceptable Year of the LORD, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;
3 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them Beauty for ashes, the Oil of Joy for mourning, the Garment of Praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called Trees of Righteousness, the Planting of the LORD, that He might be Glorified.

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Amen, Sweet Rose. Amen.

"I watch, and am as a sparrow alone upon the housetop."
Psalm 102:7

((((((((((((((SPARROW))))))))))))))))))))))
ROSE