I’m praying we must be patient
We must wait
For Gods right timing
Our prayers will be answered
Answered Yes!!
Maybe not In the way we want
We feel is the best way
But God knows what is the best way
And all things do work
Together for good
For those who love Him
I praise the Lord for all
His answers to prayer
And I praise Him for all
The prayers He will answer
Thank you Jesus
Thank you Lord
I love you.
Amen
Brenda
March 2,1979
I love you more than nicklels
I love you more than dimes
I love you more than money
I love you more than time
I love you more than lemons
I love you more than limes
I love you more than winter
I love you more than spring
I love you more than summer
I love you for everything
I love you when I’m happy
I love you when I’m sad
I love you when I’m angry
I love you when I’m mad
I love you when I’m feeling good
I love you when I’m feeling bad
I love you in the morning
I love you in the night
I love you with all my might
I love you more than cleaning
I love you more than cooking
I love you more than washing
For without you my life would
Have no meaning
I love you for being you!!!!!!!
And guess what else I love You!
Sounds corney but true…….Have a great day I hope your
Soup stays hot!
P.S. I love you more than Spaghetti…….AND THAT’S A whole lot. LOT!!!!!!
Brenda Edwards Jan.10,1979
You were so very tiny
With a cute little hinney
You only weighted a couple pounds
But you sure made a lot of sound-
You couldn’t wait to get here.
You weren’t due ‘til the next year.
But you had only one fear.
You Had to come before Jody dear.
We all were so very worried.
You looked kind of like a rat.
But you were a real good eater-
And soon you got some fat.
Your first words were “potato Chip”
You loved them oh so much-
You ate them for breakfast
And you ate them for lunch.
You are my favorite little niece-
You are so very sweet-
I bought you these potato chips
There all for you to eat-
I hope your day is special-
I love you oh so much-
I hope that you are not mad at me
You hurt me when you punch!
Aunt Brenda
I feel so overwhelmed, Lord
I do so many wrongs
I’m having such a struggle
It’s hard to sing your song.
I doubt and I worry
For this I am concerned
Please hurry up and show me
What you would have me learn.
People seem unloving
I take things the wrong way
It isn’t them, it’s me, Lord.
I feel I’ve gone astray.
I’ve tried to keep a balance;
I know I’ve tipped the scales.
I truly want to serve you
Yet time and time I fail.
I seem to get uptight, Lord
I try to interfere
With your perfect plan, Lord
Your voice I need to hear.
I worry for our children
When you would have me trust.
For I know you love them;
You died for them – You must.
I try to do too much, Lord
So many needs I see.
In my own strength I can’t, Lord
Teach me to lean on thee.
I want to be like you,Lord
Perfected, I want to be.
Until we meet in heaven
And glory I will see.
But while I’m here on earth,Lord
I give my life to thee.
I want to live for you, Lord
Help me your will to see.
Brenda Edwards
God is the potter
We are the clay
All of us different
He planned it that way.
Some of us teachers
Some of us preach
All are important
The lost we must reach.
We all have a gift
To be used for our King
Your gift might be mercy
Anothers to sing.
Some are the planners
They see things to do
Follow their leading
They need me and you.
Brenda Edwards
The work load’s enormous
Demands never cease
Laundry and dishes
“Play with me Please”
School time approaches
You’re nervous and sad
Cutting the apron strings
“Please take my hand”
Ball games and concerts
Parties at school
Cupcakes and candy
It’s coming too soon.
Busy are mothers
From morning ‘til nite
I pray for endurance,
Wisdom --- insight.
Emotional, physical and
Spiritual needs
A doctor, Dear Abby
A minister please.
No time for mommy
To gather her thoughts
Too busy thinking---
Where’s the homework that’s lost?
High school then college
Worry still---
What are they up to?
Are they seeking God’s will?
Marriage and children
Grandmothers here?
To comfort and hold you
A love that is real!
Mothering starts before
Baby is born
A gift oh so precious
From our wonderful Lord.
Emotions are changing
Pains, hurts and fears.
Different and many
The joys that we feel.
We grow up and leave you
But never our hearts !
The love grows stronger
The love mothers start.
By Brenda Edwards
1984
