tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75171776340941408082024-02-06T21:41:13.976-08:00The Cowgirl's Poetic JourneyMy life's journey through poetry, pictures and songs.The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-60697192171016545212010-02-25T07:06:00.000-08:002010-02-25T08:59:14.052-08:00DO YOU THINK THE HOLY SPIRIT WOULD WANT TO LIVE INSIDE OF YOU<p align="center"><a href="http://s653.photobucket.com/albums/uu253/gertiblackwell/?action=view&current=k1-22.gif" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i653.photobucket.com/albums/uu253/gertiblackwell/k1-22.gif" /></a></p><div align="center">Verse:</div><div align="center">When you are born again.</div><div align="center">And invite the Holy Spirit</div><div align="center">To come on in.</div><div align="center">And live inside of you,</div><div align="center">Watching over all you do.</div><div align="center">He knows the way you live,</div><div align="center">If you take .. or if you give,</div><div align="center">To others who are in need,</div><div align="center">Helping them to believe.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Chorus:</div><div align="center">Do you think the Holy Spirit,</div><div align="center">would want to live inside of you?</div><div align="center">Are you a happy person,</div><div align="center">or complain the whole day through.</div><div align="center">Do you show love to your fellowman,</div><div align="center">And give whatever and whenever you can.</div><div align="center">Do you think the Holy Spirit,</div><div align="center">Would be proud or be ashamed.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Verse:</div><div align="center">Remember what He said,</div><div align="center">"If you want to be forgiven,</div><div align="center">you must forgive."</div><div align="center">Don't let the sun go down,</div><div align="center">Without a smile to replace a frown.</div><div align="center">Take a page out of His good Book,</div><div align="center">Live the way you promised Jesus</div><div align="center">On the day you took</div><div align="center">A walk with Him in the Garden</div><div align="center">Thanking Him for the price He paid</div><div align="center">To make a home for you in Heaven.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Chorus:</div><div align="center">Do you think the Holy Spirit</div><div align="center">Would want to live inside of you?</div><div align="center">Are you a happy person,</div><div align="center">Or complain the whole day through.</div><div align="center">Do you show love to your fellowman</div><div align="center">And give whatever and whenever you can.</div><div align="center">Do you think the Holy Spirit,</div><div align="center">Would be proud or be ashamed?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Think about it ...</div><div align="center">Would He be proud ....</div><div align="center">Or would He be ashamed.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2010</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">All Rights Reserved</span></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-32491581417014843722009-12-05T08:38:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:46:41.523-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYc7WOqAbOXccDQv6oFVDwzkJJOQZj5PCkNP5qqrU3Ga669NSeybxJ1xcbrlhdZ1uXi3cURnwk5Cg2mCEW6VvREyfBVAtIJ6Gk-vFFRwCjGI7shyphenhyphenvhHn6VtI0-6pekjKGQpHRx_DMia5bz/s1600-h/OutdoorsGuy-1257036785.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440861281180920546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYc7WOqAbOXccDQv6oFVDwzkJJOQZj5PCkNP5qqrU3Ga669NSeybxJ1xcbrlhdZ1uXi3cURnwk5Cg2mCEW6VvREyfBVAtIJ6Gk-vFFRwCjGI7shyphenhyphenvhHn6VtI0-6pekjKGQpHRx_DMia5bz/s320/OutdoorsGuy-1257036785.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">BORN TO BE</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><div align="center">Chorus:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">When you walk</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Through the valley</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You won't have to walk alone.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jesus will be there</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Watching from His Throne.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">He will meet you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">On your journey,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Where He'll take you by the hand,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">And lead you to the Promised Land.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">To all my loved ones</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't cry for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll be with my Lord and Savior,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Where I was born to be.</span></div><br />VERSE:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can smell the sweet fragrance</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Of every flower ever made.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">And hear the sweet sound of melodies</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">In my heart they do invade.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">If I had a choice</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">To go or stay right here.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll be waiting there</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">For all the ones I hold so dear.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">CHORUS:</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">When you walk</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Through the valley</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You won't have to walk alone.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jesus will be there</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Watching from His Throne.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">He will meet you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">On your journey,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Where He'll take you by the hand,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">And lead you to the Promised Land.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;">To all my loved ones</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't cry for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll be with my Lord and Savior,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Where I was born to be.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">To all my loved ones</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't cry for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'll be with my Lord and Savior,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Where I was born to be</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Born to be ... Born to be ... </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Born to beeeeeeee!!!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lyrics, Vocals, Melody and Music</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">by</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-66703357187084033222009-11-01T11:31:00.000-08:002009-12-06T16:15:07.329-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioB8EPKjem_jKyQz9ePPFGo91nkpIAUwWoYa7tTFV63Z8B6sxWW5ztczXALbHZX3EQSc5DRo_QmuCAh7Qi2uTpSF1lvI8jiBu3uKtzPBlMzAvYavDhaJYFKj1ZnlkYPACJO8kf2JArhajq/s1600-h/Before+the+Fall.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412223962652556738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioB8EPKjem_jKyQz9ePPFGo91nkpIAUwWoYa7tTFV63Z8B6sxWW5ztczXALbHZX3EQSc5DRo_QmuCAh7Qi2uTpSF1lvI8jiBu3uKtzPBlMzAvYavDhaJYFKj1ZnlkYPACJO8kf2JArhajq/s400/Before+the+Fall.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 41px; FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: #2da274; FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.podbean.com/">Powered by Podbean.com</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">JESUS KNOWS<br /></span><div></div><br /></div><div align="center">When your heart is shattered<br />Lying in pieces on the floor<br />It really doesn't matter<br />If anyone else knows .. Jesus knows.<br /><br />When you're face down at the alter<br />Hurting deep down to your core<br />There's One Who knows that kind of sorrow ...<br />Jesus knows.<br /><br />Jesus knows when you are weary<br />Jesus knows the load you bear<br />He wants to be the One you lean on<br />When life seems unjust .. unfair.<br />He'll give you hope for a bright tomorrow<br />And see you through those highs and lows<br />If you'll just put your trust in Jesus<br />Cause Jesus knows.<br /><br />Jesus knows when you are weary<br />Jesus knows the load you bear<br />He wants to be the One you lean on<br />When life seems unjust .. unfair.<br />He'll give you hope for a bright tomorrow<br />And see you through those highs and lows<br />If you'll just put your trust in Jesus<br />Cause Jesus knows.<br /><br />If you'll just put your faith and trust in Jesus<br />Cause Jesus knows.<br /><br /><br />Vocals: Country Three<br />Gerti M. Blackwell<br />Patricia A. Moore<br />Judy L. Wilson<br /><br />Melody and Keyboard: Gerti M. Blackwell </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</div><div align="center">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Posted by The Cowgirl's Poetic Journey at 10:57 AM 0 comments Links to this post </div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-91524352663877027862009-10-14T19:29:00.001-07:002009-10-14T19:29:23.363-07:00<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/horses" target="_blank"><img src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k295/Sales21502/Animals/Horses/Horses-1.gif" border="0" alt="Horses Pictures, Images and Photos"/></a>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-50607873253439226252009-09-11T11:09:00.001-07:002010-02-25T20:18:29.657-08:00SEASONS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQStsHBzofOyQmQiIF6UK3LM5Wo_sGTbAyhSNg-G7eKcQqeDjK0D45PYeYYdpNPk99j45mFgD5s57Q_jkYSlwzJD4H52ruaOR846A8w3KVu7GUr3Q89-U1u-iOi3v8ni1Z1toc0ZwzpruH/s1600-h/gollacma-1267039946.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442401660660872610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQStsHBzofOyQmQiIF6UK3LM5Wo_sGTbAyhSNg-G7eKcQqeDjK0D45PYeYYdpNPk99j45mFgD5s57Q_jkYSlwzJD4H52ruaOR846A8w3KVu7GUr3Q89-U1u-iOi3v8ni1Z1toc0ZwzpruH/s320/gollacma-1267039946.jpg" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center">Whenever I see the sun’s rays<br />Peeking through the clouds,<br />It fills my heart with gladness<br />And makes me want to laugh out loud.<br /><br />In the heat of the Summer,<br />When nothing’s stirring in the air.<br />Lying in the shade of an old Oak tree,<br />I enjoy the stillness there.<br /><br />Taking a walk through the quiet woods,<br />On a crisp, clear Autumn day.<br />Feeling the leaves crunch beneath my feet<br />Makes me want to kneel and pray.<br /><br />Then Winter rears it’s ugly head<br />And all the trees are bare.<br />Looking out the window at the sky,<br />Makes my mind wander up there.<br /><br />When the buds of Spring start blooming<br />All things turning new again.<br />We need to stop and smell the roses.<br />And embrace the peace<br />That only comes from Him.<br /><br />Lyrics, Melody and Music by: Gerti M. Blackwell<br />Sung by: Country Three<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</div><br /><br /><div align="center">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/<br /><br />Posted by The Cowgirl's Poetic Journey at 5:41 AM 0 comments Links to this post<br /><br />Labels: Autumn, Clouds, Spring, Summer, Winter </div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-45582648137851855062009-09-07T12:02:00.000-07:002009-12-06T16:17:31.030-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYTl8EIY5x5GyfY1VwuYVJuaK8HDPMLdwEBqUDPVz97WajTYfmUXA5pXFE3THR4oPGXLPv7bvnCSylPdWdyR8PQl_guFC3X4nFrHXWTmnYk9F6y2bPhMoCikuEdN2qzjH4OPt4N35Qxn_/s1600-h/Lightgoddess-1258811186.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412225088426931490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYTl8EIY5x5GyfY1VwuYVJuaK8HDPMLdwEBqUDPVz97WajTYfmUXA5pXFE3THR4oPGXLPv7bvnCSylPdWdyR8PQl_guFC3X4nFrHXWTmnYk9F6y2bPhMoCikuEdN2qzjH4OPt4N35Qxn_/s400/Lightgoddess-1258811186.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-eI3rmtsJNymRs9DqElQTpvehhsfgwnOu8FYyxXzr5chmaoPz42Rtgdgk3qkJ5x-bsvDEGtSRPR_X3bBtBuy7PDgwIfR4HOeovJIT0kb3fR5sfraYPMcUBYMNIcySUO7lhqoy_X9ZuVs/s1600-h/shardy-1062267376.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYbJqyrSTzTACycfZjkMcTtD7uJD6sXqxC_GXZTSRQ7tx08b1hiqhUSxA6PUvKFBke3tiIRBFzSV_fsmNA3rpcEt9-vo2Gf9TsrSDd1IjTVufkGgoJEsUUw37LDp4ItDPN2S2mcFnhBgH/s1600-h/fotobob-1152275121.jpg"></a><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktPdx6riplN9sA4T8TYtE_QNyhOhBGE_wmnu8b-p9bYkJGTtxLhF53H4er_OitJ1mBBn3VJuLoxRZgI8KYICIKHa2R-Bi5MZv8qRMeSh9K-59qjPTK48VU4Li0a7bikdxQbl7qaUgvKwi/s1600-h/nmsmith-1156342243.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnyu6RWgQvoxO4n2AMXRFxbwqkK2JohPo77rqgIOs29ulCtUQmmLe8BNF93z-tnhM7F-URcRkW4HsQQGwmfimt8vSodWs00gAH-vOx1KGoNZnjlkA5Y18cZ2NizMb_BFQrcNsUW8QrbvL/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">KEEP YOUR EYES ON JESUS</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span> </div><div></div><div></div><div align="center">Keep your eyes on Jesus<br />Stay focused in His Word.<br />He’ll speak to you of wonders past<br />Such things you’ve never heard.<br /><br />He’ll fill your Spirit from within,<br />With truth, joy, peace and love.<br />And rain His many blessings down,<br />From His heavenly home above.<br /><br />Don’t let the trials in this life now,<br />Distract you from your goal.<br />Of resting your eyes upon the Lord,<br />Feeling his love deep in your Soul.<br /><br />To stand in the Presence of the Lord,<br />No description could suffice.<br />Even unbelievers hearts should melt,<br />For them too, He paid the price.<br /><br />So keep your eyes on Jesus,<br />Let Him guide you in all you do.<br />Yes, keep your eyes on Jesus<br />Cause Jesus has His eyes on you.<br /><br />Yes,keep your eyes on Jesus,<br />Let Him guide you in all you do.<br />Yes, keep your eyes on Jesus<br />Cause Jesus has His eyes on you.<br /><br />Lyrics, Melody and Music: Gerti M. Blackwell<br />Vocals: Country Three</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</div><div align="center">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br />http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-35412612137688000102009-09-07T11:41:00.000-07:002009-12-06T16:18:47.223-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDknbVs-Az7YPxXVrkkPoVt5kOhTpUBJe4UywZv4H5KcCjfTuIcPkMoQEwBNcoPW1ZL2_E9e2lrVp10hyphenhyphenJE4wkURyHB-evvuP2OPZhJsNMauNOH0LKVayk3S5EBNzBEcNTMxZTTYESDOlX/s1600-h/untitled11.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412186189153464418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDknbVs-Az7YPxXVrkkPoVt5kOhTpUBJe4UywZv4H5KcCjfTuIcPkMoQEwBNcoPW1ZL2_E9e2lrVp10hyphenhyphenJE4wkURyHB-evvuP2OPZhJsNMauNOH0LKVayk3S5EBNzBEcNTMxZTTYESDOlX/s400/untitled11.bmp" /></a> <div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">THE LOVE OF JESUS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><br />Chorus:<br />I may not have everything<br />That money can buy<br />Like mansions and yaughts<br />And Lamborghinis that fly.<br />But I have had real love<br />And I know this is true.<br />The One Who still loves me?<br />Yes Jesus … it’s You.<br /><br />Verse:<br />You never let me forget<br />What’s important to me.<br />It’s not kept in a bank<br />Or floating on the high sea.<br /><br />It’s nothing material<br />You can touch, see or smell.<br />It’s the Love of my Saviour<br />I now know so well.<br /><br />You’ll never leave or forsake me<br />You promised You’d stay.<br />I know You live here inside me<br />I feel Your Presence each day.<br /><br />Lord, please make me worthy<br />Of love You freely give.<br />A love like no other<br />My God, You died .. so I’d live.<br /><br />Now You’re the One that I count on<br />To always be there.<br />Through the good times and bad times<br />You make me aware,<br /><br />That no matter how much<br />Or how little I own.<br />My true treasure lies<br />At the foot of Your Throne.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />I may not have everything<br />That money can buy<br />Like mansions and yaughts<br />And Lamborghinis that fly.<br /><br />But I have had real love<br />And I know this is true.<br />The One Who still loves me?<br />Yes Jesus … it’s You.<br /><br />Yes,I have had real love<br />And I know this is true.<br />The One Who still loves me?<br />Yes Jesus … it’s You.<br /><br />Vocals: Country Three<br />Music and Melody: Gerti M. Blackwell<br /></div><div align="center">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</div><div align="center">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</div><div align="center"><br />http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-67553459299810363452009-09-07T10:59:00.000-07:002009-12-06T10:13:45.575-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6YOaI2hAJ1uEnw9PGsEUuJacO-nJcIezBkRX8WhfHkl42M8fFZKdIzh45K0DvqsKhyphenhyphenTsugiGNz9qkN9lMKTFi2EV4NUQmh9m9E1lBjJNGAdQE_eeHqnIXYJR4m5wMBYC2PoIZYCmI1n46/s1600-h/_SNAPDRAGON_-1235122442.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412186725896541090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6YOaI2hAJ1uEnw9PGsEUuJacO-nJcIezBkRX8WhfHkl42M8fFZKdIzh45K0DvqsKhyphenhyphenTsugiGNz9qkN9lMKTFi2EV4NUQmh9m9E1lBjJNGAdQE_eeHqnIXYJR4m5wMBYC2PoIZYCmI1n46/s400/_SNAPDRAGON_-1235122442.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">BEAUTY IN HIS WORD</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright © 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br />The beauty in a sunrise<br />And a sunset can’t compare,<br />To the beauty of His written Word,<br />When we bow our heads in prayer.<br /><br />Our Father, Who art in Heaven,<br />Hallowed be Thy Name.<br />Once these words are etched<br />Forever on our hearts,<br />we can never be the same.<br /><br />Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done,<br />Here on earth as it is in Heaven.<br />This is what we all are waiting for,<br />It has already been proven.<br /><br />Give us this day, our daily bread …<br />He sustains us every day.<br />And helps us forgive those<br />Who hurt us most,<br />And forgives us along the way.<br /><br />Lead us not into temptation,<br />Deliver us from the Evil one.<br />We will never have to fight alone,<br />Our Victory has already been won.<br /><br />The beauty in a sunrise<br />And a sunset can’t compare,<br />To the beauty of His written Word,<br />When we bow our heads in prayer.<br /><br />Lead us not into temptation,<br />Deliver us from the Evil one.<br />We will never have to fight alone,<br />Our Victory has already been won.<br /><br />Vocals: Country Three<br />Music and Melody: Gerti M. Blackwell</div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-76730749400068314732009-09-07T08:54:00.000-07:002009-12-06T12:41:03.081-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGqfjyHXabDfAtuSGrBqjGcA2tcnkFXdO1hTl3F1UQABIHy9HyKlbeG6t0fH7Bo0MZETdVLgfxzHlfzwtrHFEiLFuu-BmpeOHQpGitVzbz74TqOFNQSDFzPwUXSEtQOmlUfsZlcXtyqu-/s1600-h/dark+road.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412188533525259842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQGqfjyHXabDfAtuSGrBqjGcA2tcnkFXdO1hTl3F1UQABIHy9HyKlbeG6t0fH7Bo0MZETdVLgfxzHlfzwtrHFEiLFuu-BmpeOHQpGitVzbz74TqOFNQSDFzPwUXSEtQOmlUfsZlcXtyqu-/s320/dark+road.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAbqhOTsVcEjeVKaaWfmLseZkNko4HSKOFuuZPGyUwmDSzN26np6u_NPYnIuWaNLjHM-4v634q1Wt5rZYVbQXnZXLotvkhCq6tfIf4gVygTd435eufXgMzzTmzanxWPpCTG-XUfpmjhoH/s1600-h/dark+road.jpg"></a><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I DON'T WANT TO GO DOWN THAT ROAD AGAIN</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright © 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell<br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /></span></div><div align="center"><br />Chorus:<br />I don’t want to go<br />down that road again.<br />Where the nights<br />are long and lonely<br />And the walls keep closing in.<br />I called on His Name<br />to see me through<br />To be made whole<br />and totally brand new<br />So I won’t want to go back<br />down that road again.<br /><br />Verse:<br />I don’t want to remember<br />those dark years<br />Before I found Jesus<br />through my tears.<br />He reminds me every day ..<br />By His Blood He<br />washed all my sins away<br />Now I won’t go back down<br />that long, dark road again.<br /><br />Chorus:<br />I don’t want to go<br />down that road again.<br />Where the nights<br />are long and lonely<br />And the walls keep closing in.<br />I called on His Name<br />to see me through<br />To be made whole<br />and totally brand new<br />So I won’t want to go back<br />down that road again.<br /><br />I called on His Name<br />to see me through.<br />To be made whole<br />and totally brand new.<br />Now I won’t go back down<br />that long dark road again.<br /><br />Now I won’t go back down<br />that long dark road again.<br /><br />Vocals: Country Three<br />Music and Melody: Gerti M. Blackwell </div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-62314381518574844962009-06-04T06:24:00.000-07:002009-12-06T10:33:05.527-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScJryJ2E7UVMY0kvOjgiUjb4B0IWr9hjk51G_eTYBVoZpgD4PGOsiaxJfxFlfe8BVOy8aT_GVhsb76LkSuboUqJm1P4i1xRC7aoegsYrsWExHHyAS8EbtD3iXMOalDTb5_IXuI9t_WKDi/s1600-h/allisontaylor-1238175989.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412189256166965970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScJryJ2E7UVMY0kvOjgiUjb4B0IWr9hjk51G_eTYBVoZpgD4PGOsiaxJfxFlfe8BVOy8aT_GVhsb76LkSuboUqJm1P4i1xRC7aoegsYrsWExHHyAS8EbtD3iXMOalDTb5_IXuI9t_WKDi/s320/allisontaylor-1238175989.jpg" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">TIPTOE ACROSS THE LILY PADS</span><br /></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTW RESERVED<br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div align="center">There once was a very strange lady<br />Juddlebebobug, for short.<br />She loved to go down and sit by the pond<br />And practice her newfound sport.<br /><br />Athletic now, she wasn’t<br />Stamina .. she did not possess.<br />Maybe this was just her way<br />Of relieving some of her stress.<br /><br />She went down to the pond most every day.<br />Watching the frogs as they made their way<br />Across those lilypads, they ran<br />Then back again, to where they began.<br /><br />So one fine day, she made a choice<br />And speaking in a low deep voice.<br />She warned those frogs to move aside.<br />Juddlebebobug was gonna take a ride.<br /><br />She tested the water with her great big toe<br />Then stepping onto a lilypad, away she did go.<br />Hopping one to another, as fast as she could.<br />Juddlebebobug was actually pretty good.<br /><br />Then suddenly, much to her surprise<br />A bull frog landed right between her eyes.<br />The pad flipped over, and down they went.<br />Landing on the bottom, like a block of cement.<br /><br />Floating to the top, and gasping for air,<br />The big bull frog still had her by the hair.<br />Flipping her over, he pulled her to shore.<br />Then puffing out his throat, he gave a bull frog roar.<br /><br />“Woman, if you tip toe on my lily pad again,<br />I can’t be held responsible for the pain you’ll be in.<br />These are my pads, and this is my pond.<br />So when I look up again, you had better be gone.”<br /><br />Juddlebebobug left very wet and sore<br />Her lilypad jumping days, were to be no more.<br />But she gave herself credit for what she had done.<br />Tippy Toeing across those Lilypads<br />Sure had been fun.<br /><br />Written for another of my very dear friends<br />with a wonderful sense of humor.<br /><br /><br />2009 Gerti Blackwell<br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-22828305625119445322009-06-04T06:18:00.000-07:002009-12-06T10:32:44.751-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQfSlKN91nagJclv9vjtde-pBc-CjW10km0NFZXNJ4S2GY0UHJOsRKZaFJNM3LrsuYxAzksxGCKdeISaAxPvhe6Ytmr4ME9fFFR-wLqSoWKFMVrL5Z7oyECOFakq178fq3NB7A9IOflkb/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346285388665042482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCQfSlKN91nagJclv9vjtde-pBc-CjW10km0NFZXNJ4S2GY0UHJOsRKZaFJNM3LrsuYxAzksxGCKdeISaAxPvhe6Ytmr4ME9fFFR-wLqSoWKFMVrL5Z7oyECOFakq178fq3NB7A9IOflkb/s400/untitled.bmp" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">THE LADY AND HER MULE</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Way up yonder<br />in the Ozark Mountains ..<br />High on a hill,<br />under the Arkansas sky.<br /><br />Lives a very sweet lady,<br />with a mule named Willy..<br />He’s the King of the Mountain,<br />and that ain’t no lie.<br /><br />He was raised from a baby<br />with her two loving hands.<br />The love he has for this lady<br />is something she understands.<br /><br />The other horses, dogs, cats and goats<br />don’t stand a chance.<br />Willy lets it be known<br />he rules over this ranch.<br /><br />He thinks he’s quite human …<br />he’s a jealous beast.<br />Don’t get too close to this lady,<br />unless you want your hair creased.<br /><br />If you think you can come between them,<br />don’t be a fool.<br />Cause hardheaded Willy<br />is a one woman mule.<br /><br />Written for a special lady in the Ozark Mountains<br />and her very special Mule, Willy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-66050064699898255862009-06-04T06:16:00.000-07:002009-12-06T16:03:53.680-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutnLtS0XnPh7Wi_jNk6knLOByVel2H9lm6698me5ndnv0puE2ytZSufjaKzMSw5BYaY0SKOeoZJgkArA9IV1tutouUixK3oRPqkSaa3A6djHFFEHUwzXO1PvNM253QWcpMYdk5E8sAr5U/s1600-h/High+Stepping+Black+Horse.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412191963254602674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutnLtS0XnPh7Wi_jNk6knLOByVel2H9lm6698me5ndnv0puE2ytZSufjaKzMSw5BYaY0SKOeoZJgkArA9IV1tutouUixK3oRPqkSaa3A6djHFFEHUwzXO1PvNM253QWcpMYdk5E8sAr5U/s400/High+Stepping+Black+Horse.jpg" /></a> <div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67hCzV5DEs8v7zkOqJkvbH7Mx1Jp8nb-yH5t3I0dGCyBEmWDUz7CGAgAh99j87vr2lfkOlZdrDQhfhAUopGrGavqn7YUNkZ5AqqZ6wZyAiBEg_PpDPTZXf22CoXXQvDLUW7HNn-NbUfUQ/s1600-h/9_hearts_001heart_beaf.gif"></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67hCzV5DEs8v7zkOqJkvbH7Mx1Jp8nb-yH5t3I0dGCyBEmWDUz7CGAgAh99j87vr2lfkOlZdrDQhfhAUopGrGavqn7YUNkZ5AqqZ6wZyAiBEg_PpDPTZXf22CoXXQvDLUW7HNn-NbUfUQ/s1600-h/9_hearts_001heart_beaf.gif"></a><div align="justify"></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67hCzV5DEs8v7zkOqJkvbH7Mx1Jp8nb-yH5t3I0dGCyBEmWDUz7CGAgAh99j87vr2lfkOlZdrDQhfhAUopGrGavqn7YUNkZ5AqqZ6wZyAiBEg_PpDPTZXf22CoXXQvDLUW7HNn-NbUfUQ/s1600-h/9_hearts_001heart_beaf.gif"></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">REAL POETRY COMES FROM THE HEART</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></div></span><div><br /></div><div align="center">It is one thing to critique<br />It is another to be just plain rude.<br />If one’s style does not agree with yours,<br />Doesn’t warrant an attitude.<br /><br />There is just one God, but many churches<br />To administer to each one’s needs.<br />When we gather with Him on Judgement Day,<br />We’ll be judged by our hearts .. not our deeds.<br /><br />He didn’t make us to all sound alike,<br />If you’ll remember the Tower of Babel.<br />But love is a language we all understand,<br />And we show it in ways we are able.<br /><br />When someone is speaking straight from the heart<br />It doesn’t matter if the words are in rhyme.<br />Jesus spoke beautiful poetry,<br />Free verse done in His way and time.<br /><br />So to anyone who thinks there is only one way,<br />And to rhyme makes the only good poem.<br />Look outside self and open your mind.<br />Who knows …. you just might enjoy’em.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-50755362800447376922009-06-04T06:12:00.000-07:002009-12-06T14:01:01.378-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCjfmI0g5GSb57ix0dugbOek9g4VDHVv0tqP6EONfZSgKCnJBsRepLayk7767Wmy6xHzxyS4Vj0XjDMPzRruzE_2OBBUaV0PcK06nLpSim7wUqoiC7EV5ANa-oBS60qGqzCtHrM51jSaG/s1600-h/Church+on+the+Hill.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412226990280111298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCjfmI0g5GSb57ix0dugbOek9g4VDHVv0tqP6EONfZSgKCnJBsRepLayk7767Wmy6xHzxyS4Vj0XjDMPzRruzE_2OBBUaV0PcK06nLpSim7wUqoiC7EV5ANa-oBS60qGqzCtHrM51jSaG/s400/Church+on+the+Hill.jpg" /></a> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgQXUs5lJFDSbpkYEpvqyI2Q6MiuY0qa0SJ9AzuCifXlHX32rpR4d4H8VpOqG8k8xcvlq4sIsZd_e9LVs7B5RKmyJRah3-WcI_ZPEGub4iqkyyfOLCOib1M98MF19wt2pQBvaSaZ4RycZ/s1600-h/noranda-1164784648.jpg"></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivddQXSItwvXGE6LuKg0mWUKbUExYlUa4BheTWI6ylJtvyDYieZbjH00nGoHQ1-iW0ed08ckeoqxI3qcG-5fo6xjBmaoKWybXxlCtEzVNpf8awEjd5DNTu_dz9qXWeTM3S7i6zz6zJWg93/s1600-h/DMINATOR-1127464379.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IkoIzTFxiknw9iMT3UX7REr-LQcKEK77xuOHeEtMKhsxeabSlF0uF9dQRxjLKFHBq2dyAr5-2QIHxSaGCbe4p1zC0Bncq66PsHvseq29BXFLEqiK_aUP4OKAJmKfvurgSGGL7uZzcPPS/s1600-h/k0103074.jpg"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">OPEN UP YOUR BIBLE</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">When you open up your Bible<br />Is it all that you’ve been told<br />Does the Word of God fly off each page<br />And touch your very soul.<br /><br />Do you start from the beginning<br />Or flip right to the end<br />Is there somewhere in the middle<br />That is calling you my friend.<br /><br />Whenever you feel down and out<br />And need a helping hand<br />If you prayed someone would lift you up<br />Take a look down in the sand.<br /><br />He is everything you will ever need<br />You might ask .. “How do you know”?<br />My answer is very simple<br />“Because the Bible told me so.”<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div></div></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-26051142023232809312009-06-04T06:10:00.000-07:002009-12-06T16:08:33.311-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXguTOHceQDnI2eSjbcHNAdfZ4bYYwsZE7lBnnH4cEwwEliDwcAD9EginNgbswecd7aAfJWq3S3LMtGXGaY4LOhRfDasqWJlBFZmJeQfnynIO98JG538iIjpH_x-LU8TTef7dqSMSuf5Le/s1600-h/Horses.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412279249424771554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXguTOHceQDnI2eSjbcHNAdfZ4bYYwsZE7lBnnH4cEwwEliDwcAD9EginNgbswecd7aAfJWq3S3LMtGXGaY4LOhRfDasqWJlBFZmJeQfnynIO98JG538iIjpH_x-LU8TTef7dqSMSuf5Le/s400/Horses.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">LOOKING FORWARD</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I am so looking forward<br />to that glorious day,<br />When i stand before Jesus<br />and humbly try to convey,<br />what my thoughts, words, and deeds meant,<br />though He already knows.<br />His Cross covered my sins,<br />His Blood made me whole.<br /><br />So no matter what happens<br />in the flesh … on this earth.<br />When we accept Jesus,<br />His gift is a re-birth.<br />We need to keep looking forward,<br />moving on from the past.<br />For the love of our Saviour<br />is the only love that lasts.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div><br /></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-53304812154519387922009-06-04T06:03:00.000-07:002009-12-06T10:41:38.961-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpArrIPG0z8EVZMVPudumbiIRRJ7KomlSMjR4I_CbHlz3CWeHUMhagogfuEkh4ZtyAIAUpIMMBOOrC0YstPjtfgPrmz4YOWBvzplFvhFkgus3cdbjEzyNPra5y8CWoHmajL6Hnd3tmXIWQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346290355356834082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpArrIPG0z8EVZMVPudumbiIRRJ7KomlSMjR4I_CbHlz3CWeHUMhagogfuEkh4ZtyAIAUpIMMBOOrC0YstPjtfgPrmz4YOWBvzplFvhFkgus3cdbjEzyNPra5y8CWoHmajL6Hnd3tmXIWQ/s400/untitled.bmp" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"> BIRD WATCHER</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Right before dusk<br />When it’s quiet and calm<br />She gets out her camera<br />Held tight in her palm.<br />Sitting down at a distance<br />Primed, ready to shoot<br />The gray doves congregating,<br />Not giving a hoot.<br />They mingle and cluster<br />Some sit on their perch<br />Waiting their turn<br />Then they all give a lurch.<br />Straight down at the food bank<br />Piled high on the ground<br />Not one will leave hungry<br />When they head homeward bound.<br />But oh, what a show<br />They put on for their host<br />That’s the least they can do<br />For their host with the most.<br />Some flutter in mid-air<br />Some act camera shy<br />Others stand on their friends backs<br />At least they give it a try.<br />These are some of God’s creatures<br />So whatever we do<br />We need to feed and protect them<br />Or she might turn her camera on you ….<br /><br />Dedicated to the lady with the acrobat birds<br /><br />2009 Gerti Blackwell<br />ALL RIGHTS RESERVED<br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-78534639422390640612009-06-04T05:59:00.000-07:002009-12-06T10:42:54.101-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/cowgirls%20on%20horses" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="horse ridin' heart breakn' cowgirl Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk14/Cowgirllove22/6144.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">ALL ABOUT LOVE</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright 2009 Gerti M. Blackwell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIVy2iMKn-hiw0MkYMAZJQs6erOvrngE_wZSbY5NSBlL8oTeSnsyGF-7r8B_9UgXdtMu_dH6_ldWUYOKLLtfAzzjJvKxDV30jxXKN8WVO934b_sdoPJMUSlR7ePgW_NgRtIf_8_DQ6YEMB/s1600-h/Sugafox128-1236441349.jpg"></a><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Walking down that winding road<br />With her memories in her hand,<br />She sat down beside the babbling brook,<br />Too tired now to stand. </div><div align="center"><br />Slowly opening her Journal,<br />Pages wrinkled, soiled and torn,<br />She gently turned the pages,<br />Her heart heavy and forlorn. </div><div align="center"><br />He was such a special person,<br />This she knew right from the start.<br />When it was time for them to say goodbye,<br />She was left with a broken heart. </div><div align="center"><br />They didn’t have a long time together,<br />But their time was spent with love,<br />For each other and their family<br />And the Good Lord up above.<br /></div><div align="center">How long has he been gone now..<br />Has it only been half a year?<br />She sadly read the final passage<br />About the man she loved so dear. </div><div align="center"><br />With a heavy sigh, she closed the book,<br />And laid it on the ground.<br />Tears were streaming down her face,<br />When she thought she heard the sound,<br />Of his laughter, that she loved to hear,<br />Floating on the air.<br />Reaching out her arms, she called his name,<br />Believing he was there. </div><div align="center"><br />When she realized it was just her mind<br />Playing tricks on her again.<br />She laid down on the cool green grass<br />Praying she could go be with him. </div><div align="center"><br />Someday, Lord, please someday soon<br />Take me where there’s no more pain<br />Where there’s no more night,<br />And Your Light shines bright,<br />So I can see my “Baby” again.<br /><br />In memory of the only man I will ever love<br />David Blackwell<br />12/11/1950 – 08/05/2008<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517177634094140808.post-92034833907692135552009-06-04T05:46:00.000-07:002010-02-24T14:14:32.101-08:00GRANNY'S ANGEL GIRL<p align="center"><a href="http://s653.photobucket.com/albums/uu253/gertiblackwell/?action=view&current=k4-20-1.gif" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i653.photobucket.com/albums/uu253/gertiblackwell/k4-20-1.gif" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">God gave her beautiful big blue eyes<br />With freckles on her nose.<br />Her energy is boundless<br />Cause she runs everywhere she goes.<br /><br />Her laughter is contagious,<br />Her sense of humor no surprise.<br />Her Daddy is a cut-up,<br />An unknown comic in disguise.<br /><br />She’s very compassionate,<br />And wise beyond her years.<br />Whenever she sees me sad,<br />She wipes away my tears.<br /><br />She takes my hand when we walk alone,<br />Then smiling shyly up at me,<br />She whispers oh so softly,<br />“I love you, Granny G.”<br /><br />She’s a very special gift from God<br />A one of a kind, sweet little doll.<br />That's why He sent her down from heaven,<br />As a Blessing to us all.<br /><br />I knew right when I saw her,<br />She would give my heart a whirl.<br />She is, and always will be<br />Her Granny’s Angel Girl.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/">http://www.thechristiancowgirl.com/</a></div>The Cowgirl's Poetic Journeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16440567376342391726noreply@blogger.com0