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DANCE FOR ME
When you dance for me The music I hear It is as if angels are singing On the stage you remind me Of a beautiful
swan Dressed in white with a beautiful crown You dance on and on On the tip of your toes It is as if
you dance just for me A radiant being Arms so graceful A love so true Dance for me As I would do
for you When your partner lifts you And your dress shines like the sun I watch you dance I feel you
breathe life into me You are like air Your face has such feeling I listen to the music of masters I
weep with joy For I am overcome with emotion When you dance for me Swan Lake, Sleeping Beauty Never ends I
have seen a masterpiece When you dance for me Linda Ann Henry © 2006 Do you remember me The people's
poet Linda11231949@aol.com
I HEAR A VOICE CALLING ME
I hear a voice calling me So gentle and so kind I can see a distant glow Coming to me 'I am your Lord and
Savior Peace be with you for all time I am the voice you hear within you For I love you and all mankind' I
hear a voice calling me Very low and all mine Jesus wants me to listen For I see beauty, all around Do
you hear a special voice calling Do you feel the wind on your face Can you see the sun shine All over the place Are
you overcome by the world And it's beauty, which can blind the eye Do you hear music for the angels They sing so
lovingly Jesus has touched my hands He has kissed my cheek With a gift of love For all people, I hope
to keep I hear a voice calling me An unconditional love We are created to forever live He died for our
sins There is hope now Together we will win Thank you My Lord and Savior For giving me Your Sacred Heart I
will help others see You I love You with all my soul I promise never to leave You Or ever to let You go. Linda
Ann Henry © 2005 Do you remember me The people's poet Linda11231949@aol.com
MY LOVING BUTTERFLY
When I walk in my garden
With all the flowers in bloom
As they open up their petals
I see a loving butterfly
kiss each one
Then I know that I am free to fly
So I can kiss the sun
When I sit by the water
And all
the streams are still
I can hear Jesus calling
Through the trees and grass so green
I wait for my loving butterfly
With
wings which fly to heaven
To tell Jesus, what I dream
I have a loving friend
In the butterfly Jesus made
He
is so very loving
For me His heart He gave
Jesus made my loving butterfly
So I would soar up into the sky
He
wants me to be happy
With the gift of a little butterfly.
Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's
poet
LINDA11231949@AOL.COM
The Swan
As I was sitting by the lake I saw birds leaping over the
rainbow
Than I saw the most beautiful bird gliding
It was the pure white swan
Only last year it was an ugly ducking
It came to feed from my hand
Now I see it radiating charm,
Like a ballerina
With graceful wings spanned
I hear her song when she comes near
Her elegance, the ripple of the water
Which dances full of the beauty
Of this lone swan,
Who's life is calm
God created the beauty of His heart
When the swan came to be
Linda Ann Henry
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If the sight of the blue sky fills you with joy,
if the simple things of nature have a message that you
understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive
Eleonora Duse
A BEAUITFUL FLOWER
There was a beautiful flower
God sent to us on earth
It came one day when it rained
Such a beautiful flower,
who had much to gain
You see it was put in the garden of hope
Only special people see
A miracle from heaven, came
to be
It was unlike any other flower that was made
For God, Himself picked it and gave it all He gave
I
was very lucky, when I found this garden of hope
The beautiful flower was surrounded by birds and butterfles
I wanted
it the most. I prayed to God to let me have it
Yet I knew if I picked it and broke the stem
This flower could not live.
So I made a mark so I could find it
And the beauty would never give in
God spoke to me from His Kingdom
above
He loves me so much, for I was made from His love
I reminded Him of the birds and butterflies
He granted the
wish, that I too would have wings to fly
A beautiful flower, in the garden which God calls hope
I now can see it, my
eyes are open with deep love
I am not forgotten, when you see a bird or butterfly
I will live in hearts, for I have
reached the sky.
Linda Ann Henry
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Where there are birds
and butterflies there is hope
In memory for those who lost their lives on 9/11/01
For those who became hero's when they lost their life
On 9/11/01 a day plane's hit the twin towers
Who took the innocents, the brave people of America
The fireman who fought the black smoke
Who went in the buildings at the risk of their own lives
The paramedic's who prayered and tried to save the people
Also the police who wanted to keep the panic down
When all were falling in the crumple
Coming out of the towers, it was so hard to breathe
On four plane's where terror's face
Was in the sky, fighting the famliy
Of loved one's far and wide
I can see the tears
As one brave man
Helped people take the plane
Away from those
Who wanted to crash the White House
They died with "The Lord's Prayer"
On their lips
In memory for those hero's who sacrificed themselves
So that others may live,
All walks of life, all religion, all with one call
Freedom will never die, not for any country
We have seen the face of hatred
The devil thought he would laugh at us
The Lord, Thy God is stronger
Then any devil, more powerful
Than people who see no God
Salute The United States,
Pray for the memory of those
Who were lost in the blaze from the bombs
Remember the innocents
Never forget that terror passed this way.
Linda Ann Henry
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linda11231949@aol.com
A LITTLE PIECE OF LIFE
I heard my little one crying
I heard my little one in tears
How do I protect her
Year after year
A little piece of life's sadness
My little one found today
She asked me to help her
Make it go away
I can feel my little one's sorrow
And make it my very own
What do I tell her,
Of this world I have known
My little one told me
She does not like the life she sees
Even if she is very brave
She tries so hard to be me
A little piece of life
In all the war she sees, will there come a peace
Will it ever come, will we hear the sound of it's voice
How can I tell my little one, the cost of war is great
To lose a family, is so much pain to take
Yet for the most part here, people are free
The USA has human rights, both for you and me
So when my little one cries herself to sleep
Maybe tomorrow, the sweeter piece of life she will meet.
I pray to God The Father, who is listening everyday
He will be with my little one's soul
God Himself, will hold her all along the way.
Linda Ann Henry © 2006
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BUTTERFLIES IN HEAVEN
When we lose our loved ones they never die For I know once heaven takes their souls The Dear Lord leaves a little
of them here To turn into beautiful butterflies So they can be near our hearts Blessed are those who can
see the beauty Of the life which has gone to what is 'God's Art' When we look for the angels They will send us Jesus'
love I saw a butterfly today, my last prayer I gave away Heaven is more than souls of our loved ones When
a father, mother, a brother, sister or a child dies Their hearts live in those who have loved them Every grain of sand,
every sunrise and sunset All the good things we know and love They all go to Jesus for Him to protect As
a gift, The Lord, lets us have a glimpse of those we love For a brief moment in time, for a short while A butterfly
is seen at our window, sent from heaven Then we know, all will be well with those we love. Linda Ann Henry
© 2005 Do you remember me The people's poet Linda11231949@aol.com
May The Lord In Heaven give us hope.
May we see the love of The Father and live life
with the beauty of a butterfly at our window, sent from heaven.
Written for William Woodrow Henry
Born 12/08/1917 Died 07/15/2005
A Special Place
Let me go to a special place
Where rainbows and butterflies are sent
There I can meet my true love
With eyes of blue and hands that hold me yet
At first glance, my heart can feel once more
A special place, where you can see fairies
And embrace it all
Let me see a place of dreams
Where I can touch the moon
I see the night, stars are so bright
A first love to kiss
And look upon with complete devotion
In a heart shaped paradise
Where I can find peace
I know how to get to this special place
You can find it not far from your own door
There are flowers of all different colors,
Such beauty never seen before
Grass and trees with falling leaves
A waterfall you can hide in
With a sweet love, hugging you
A secret place made for two.
Linda Ann Henry
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The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough
Rabindranath Tagore
JESUS PAINTS IN COLORS
If you look at the beauty of a rainbow
You can see the colors Jesus paints
When you walk behind a waterfall
Listen
to the sound,
When you here the woodpeckers
Busy at work, also hear Jesus call
The angels in their beautiful ropes
Harps
above us all
When a nightingale sings
There is a spirit in her soul
There is something that never let's us go
Jesus
paints with colors
Deep blue for the sky, orange of the sun
Green for the grass and flowers.
The beauty of a butterfly
We
watch as she goes.
His work is never done.
We see the love of Jesus
Whenever we take in the view
I am
thankful I am living
For Jesus, created me too
I love The Father, I love The Son
I love The Holy Spirit
Because
they are all one
Jesus took the time
To paint the colors
The sounds we hear each day
Even if we could
not hear or see
Our Lord Jesus would find a way
In all eternity, Jesus paints the beauty
Which time does
allow
He is a painter and a poet
A best friend to me
He is also my loving Father
My Dear Lord Jesus
I give
thanks to thee.
Linda Ann Henry
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A LOVE FOR LIFE
When I think of this life I live I hear angels in the distance There is so much beauty In the world I miss A
laughing brook, a nightingale song The woodpecker chipping at the tree To me means everything When I call out my
name It echoes back to tell Of Jesus love for me For He made my heart as well I see the colors of the
flowers And breathe in the fragrance sweet The leaves that crunch beneath my feet Let me go back in time To when
I ran around a tree Playing hide and seek I can almost touch the sky so blue The clouds as they go by I
can remember walking on grass On tippy toes Back then I thought I would live for always As far as forever goes I
have a love for life, Jesus has let me see He has been kind and gentle, He is always here with me When my life is
near it's end I will hear the angels sing But most of all I know Jesus love will take me in Linda Ann
Henry © 2005 Do you remember me The people's poet Linda11231949@aol.com
A FRIEND I KEEP IN MY HEART
You are a friend I keep in my heart
I never had a friend so loving
Someone so very dear
Today you sent me a
poem
Which touched my heart with gold
Each word was sent with joy
Such love I did behold
There
is no music I can sing you
No angels who I can hear
Yet when I meet you I will smile
For the beauty you do bring
Through
the years
All the happiness I hold on too
God's green earth I see
We will walk to heaven
When it is
our time to be.
Linda Ann Henry
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LINDA11231949@AOL.COM
I Hope My True Love Finds Me
As I open my garden gate
I sit here alone to wait
I love a man who's heart is true
My soul and his are one
So loving and new
I watch the flowers on the tree
I see a rainbow, just made for him and me
If I could only fly to this land of his
A butterfly I would be
My soul to give
I hope my true love finds me here
As I sit, he is so very dear
To hear him speak of love for me
Which is as wide as stars are free
I kiss his cheek, he kisses mine
Forever in our hearts,
Is a long remembered time
Let me hold him and let him know
How much I care, for him alone
As I think of my love, so very true
I am his all, as he is to me too
The sky may not change
Yet our love has made a mark
Into this secret place within our heart
Linda Ann Henry © 2006
To my great love, Djerafa
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An Angel From Heaven
I know this angel from heaven
His wings were just made today
He was given roses, as he past this way
He was so very special
God made a plan for him only
For he was give a child of God
Who was made for his very own
For a short time, he was a father so true
She could call him anytime
He was there when she was blue
Now he is in heaven
A year time she knew his soul
Even though she cannot touch him
Or feel his loving face
This angel has a light shine down
In any given place
An angel from heaven
A gift from God above
For his words will follow me
In all I will ever do
A sweet reminder
I will have for my father, so true.
Linda Ann Henry
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The people's poet
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