Special Poems

Well, the word is in . . . our ultrasound / cervical dilation / blood draw is scheduled for Monday at 1:00. If everything looks great, we will start the Gonal fertility drug on Friday of next week. Tomorrow morning is my last day on the pill. From there it will be touch and go as they monitor my ovaries to see when they are ready for surgery. We are almost there.

I have received some poems from some friends in the recent weeks that have been a comfort to me and have been compiling them. Here they are (along with a quick note as to who sent them).

Simple Things by Tony Vincent (given to me by hubby JB)

deep in the quiet of my soul—the truth i know

tested by sorrow, pain and tears—through bitter years

waiting for answers to my prayers—you were there

the days and nights you brought me through

shaped my faith in you

its’ the simple things—i hold on to

it’s the simple things—i find in you

it’s to you i sing and to you i cling

it’s the simple things it’s the simple things—that make me see

it’s the simple things—that set me free

as i learn to wait you renew my faith

through the simple things—knowing you’re my lord

finding your promises of hope—the words you spoke

friends beside me on this road—to share the load

pouring my heart out unto you—and listening too

resting in your perfect love—i can’t get enough

these things that i could never live without

the means of grace to guide my heart

when i’m lost in this world of doubt

you bring me home

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"One Day at a Time"... (from Hans' girlfriend Rachel)

Soon the sun will shine again

Soon things will be fine

Until it does, trust God above

And take one day at a time.

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Isaiah 43 (from my Aunt Jan)
Fear not, I have redeemed you.
I have called you by name.
You are mine.
When you go through deep waters and great trouble I will be with you.
When you go through the rivers of difficulty you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression you shall not be burned up.
The flames will not consume you.
For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One...Your Savior...
You are precious to me.
You are honored and I love you.
Do not be afraid for I am with you."

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Toward Jerusalem (from my Aunt Jan)

Thou art the Lord who slept upon the pillow,
Thou art the Lord who soothed the furious sea,
What matter beating wind and tossing billow
If only we are in the boat with Thee!

Hold us in quiet through the age-long minute
While Thou art silent, and the wind is shrill:
Can the boat sink while Thou, dear Lord, art in it?
Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?