Angels Watching Over Me
Welcome to the Poems of Sisterbea. These poems were written when I was at a very low point in my life. The words were given to me by my Lord and Savior and I thank Him that I was able to write. I no longer write poetry, as it seems it was given to me as a solace at that time. I hope you enjoy the words because they come straight from my heart.
Words
I have no great novel to write,
No songs in my heart do dwell.
What I have are words of poems,
And sometimes my heart to swell.
These words all jumbled together,
Can cause such a terrible ache.
And I must put down on paper,
Whatever form they take.
Sometimes they're sad, sometimes happy,
And sometimes humor unfolds.
No matter what my pen writes,
These poems are the key to my soul.
Sandi Hutson Written on August 22, 1982
My Personal Savior
He is my hope and my salvation.
With Him my eyes can see.
He lifts me with His hand,
And I must be the best that I can be.
My Lord, My God, My Savior,
With Him I feel no fear.
Because He is there beside me,
Guiding me year after year.
Sandi Hutson Written in March 1985
The Loving Touch
The Lord heard the plea
And the plainitive cry,
Of a soul drowning in sin.
He saw how it hurt,
So He reached out His hand, touched the heart,
And pulled it in.
The change that took place
From this loving touch,
Is there for the world to see.
Another soul to add to the Book,
A life to praise God's decree,
Because with the touch of God's own hand,
The soul that He saved was
ME.
Sandi Hutson Written in June 1988
A Woman
O! What a day it must have been,
When to the tomb she went,
Carrying spices to bring Him honor,
With weeping she was spent.
But the stone was gone from the door.
And the linens were lying there.
The body wasn't in the tomb,
It was gone, but who knew where?
She should alert the men of the tragedy,
Run quickly, so they could all come see.
Even the facecloth was neatly rolled by itself,
How, oh how, could this be?
As Mary was weeping and looking inside,
In the tomb, two angels appeared.
"Mary, why are you weeping?", they asked.
She replied, "Because He's gone and I know not where."
Then a man standing behind her asked.
Woman, why are you weeping so?"
"I am seeking my Lord, Have you taken Him?"
"Please, tell me for I must know."
Then the man spoke gently and called her name,
And she knew at once it was He.
"Teacher!" she cried, as she clung to Him.
"Arise" He said, "Don't cling to me."
"I must ascend to my Father on high",
But tell the others what you've seen with your eyes.
Tell them you've touched and spoken to me.
I AM ARISEN! I AM ALIVE!"
The fact that He appeared first to Mary,
And she was the first one to see.
Brings me great comfort of spirit because,
Mary was a WOMAN, like me.
Sandi Hutson Written on January 26, 1991
I hope you have enjoyed these poems. I have more that I will put up in the near future. God bless you and yours and please sign my guestbook to let me know you were here. Thanks!
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