A collection of writings about lifes whimsical twists and turns……………… by: Earnest Gene Lawrence Jr.
We were so young and so out of touch. Remember the words,”You are to young?” How about, “It’ll never last!” How about, “There’s no talking to you!” I remember them. Oh the nay-sayers were out in full force. Well to all of the nay-sayers do you remember me sayin,
“I don’t care! I love her!”
This is for the guys who slip off their ring as they walk into the bar. Karma, what can I say? A women’s scorn will one day come back to bite you when and where you least expect it! So she said as the package was opened with the photos of you sleeping and,
your ring falls out!
Well I feel like such a fool, thinking the whole time you’re so cool
While you were using me, you had a family
And I admit you’ve played me well, and it worked until I felt
You had a wedding band, carved in your cheating hand
Branded,
Don’t pull me into your life; I’m not competing with your wife
With Sung Lyrics
To the ones who suffer from Alzheimer’s and the families that have to deal with a forgotten reality. Living each day for that one moment of clarity is a daily routine for so many unsung heroes. Thier lives captured in the crevices of a mind that is lost and trying to find its way back. All they long for is one simple moment,
One simple I love you
He stands at her bedside, just brushing her hair
As she looks out the window, with a lonely lost stare
He reads her his bible, as she holds his hand
And he prays to his maker, help me understand
Every day he gets there, before she awakes
And he makes sure her photos, well they’re perfectly straight Continue Reading………..
To the ones who suffer from Alzheimer’s and the families that have to deal with a forgotten reality. Living each day for that one moment of clarity is a daily routine for so many unsung heroes. Thier lives captured in the crevices of a mind that is lost and trying to find its way back. All they long for is one simple moment,
One simple I love you
He stands at her bedside, just brushing her hair
As she looks out the window, with a lonely lost stare
He reads her his bible, as she holds his hand
And he prays to his maker, please help me understand
Every day he gets there, before she awakes
And he makes sure her photos, are perfectly straight
At night she is sleeping, before he will leave
As he kisses her lips, and sends God his plea
Lord I hope she’s not lonely, in this world of hers
And I pray she’s as happy, as we both once were
God I know you are with her, and holding her hand
And he cries as he straightens, her gold wedding band
You told me you were leaving, and then walked right out the door
For twenty years you’ve let me, live a lie
You said it was forever, when I gave you my name
Well I guess mine and your forever’s, ain’t the same
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My tears they fell like raindrops, as I watched you drive away
And now I find this whiskey bottle, in my hands
As I walk, (as I walk), towards the water’s edge
I will sing, (I will sing), of his graciousness
Follow me, (follow me), let me lead the way
Where all our sins will be washed away
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Washed away, (washed away), Washed away, (washed away)
All our sins will be washed away
Joining Jesus in the river, on this blessed day
Where all our sins will be washed away
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God is as white as the snow that falls and lands on the tip of my tongue. So pure and perfect yet so remarkably dissimilar to anything else ever created.
God is as brown as the dirt falling through the farmer’s hands. So full of goodness and nutrients to feed a troubled soul and bring life to the hearts of man.
God is as yellow as the sun lighting up my way down Continue Reading Post ………………………
I had a dream this weekend of a revival, a neighborhood revival. It was awesome. One of the children said some nasty things to an adult from the neighborhood and, as a neighborhood, we took action. We sat this child down and talked with her. Then we prayed with her. What started off as parents coming together to right a wrong turned into a prayer session in front of our home. Soon other neighbors came and joined in prayer. We prayed that God would come into this child’s heart and show them that although the color of skin was different, our hearts were all red. That they all beat ….. Click Photo to Continue Reading
The fight came from nowhere. Words were said that should not have been. Feelings tossed out like the trash. Raw nerves grinded like coffee until there is no feeling. Bruised, bleeding, alone, and crying in the corner. Never again are the words that are there, but not out loud. Self-healing bones and long sleeve shirts hide the damage. At some point something snaps and clarity sets in. There is an end to the madness,
Yes, there is an end.
It is not so easy to see
Which of the limbs have been broken
Or to know when the roots became visible to all
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One day you are on top of the world. Your family was happy, healthy, and living the middle class dream. Then things that you have no control over turn your world upside down. You had a little in 401k, a few little investments, and had just bought my dream house. America seemed to die a little that year and now four years later we are in the ICU on life support.
I miss my America
To sleep under a starry sky
It used to be a dream
Now it’s a nightmare with no end
To listen to the sounds of the night
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