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Thursday, July 15, 2004
 
There Once Was

By: Nancy G “firefly”



There once was a young girl who was swallowed by the world

Who carried a flag that was never unfurled

So she looked to the skies each day

In hope a sunrise or sunset could show her the way



There once was a boy so young, he had a song that had not been sung

He looked to heaven to guide his way, hoping his song would be heard one day.

This special lad had a heart of gold and his love was ever so real and true

But their hearts were young and his one true love had colored his world blue



There once was a love, innocent and true

Holding each other’s hearts not knowing what to do

These human hands fumbled them around

Like falling leaves, hearts tumbled to the ground



There once was a broken heart

It seemed to keep tearing apart

No human hand could ever mend

So, she sits on this ledge longing for a friend



Once there was a little White River, its streams were so slow

But you know sometimes that just goes to show

As I stand on this ledge this day

I hope from this place I will just fly away



There once was a Man of old, who told us of streets of gold

“Come unto me”. He said, with watching eyes as He hung from a tree

It sure was destiny for this Man I am told

How He walked this earth and spoke the truth so bold



There once were three wise men following a star

Their journey was very long and ever so far

Only to find a Savior whose countenance was so bright

They laid their precious gifts down at his feet that night



There once was a God who came down to earth

He was ever so special, a virgin birth

He planted his seeds of faith and hope

A promise of a comforter to help us cope



There once was a man from Galilee

He healed the sick and walked on the sea

He gave his life to forever set us free

Amazing, He even picked a wretch like me.



There once was a blind man sitting by the pools

Hands stretched out for alms, begging to the fools

One day his eyes were touched and healed

From that day on he was whole and filled



There once was a Lazarus dead in his tomb

Until the Master walked into that cold room

Victory over death and the grave

His miracles give us faith to help us be saved



There once was a beggar, a very simple soul

She reached out to touch His garment to be whole

Virtue poured out and He turned around

She cried, “Even the dogs can eat crumbs from the ground.”



There once was a Savior who came to the Jews

But His message was ignored His path they did not chose

He said to the beggar women, "Your faith has made you clean.”

“Greater faith I haven’t seen.”



There once was a fisherman all distraught

Because when his nets came in nothing was caught

But his faith, by fire it was tried

A voice cried out, “Cast from the other side.”



There once was a gift, He spoke of for you and me

A promise of a kingdom, a life of eternity

That door must be opened, so He gave us the key

He can open your eyes if you really want to see



There once was a woman all covered in shame

Her tears could fall like the driving rain

Until she heard the Lord’s voice say, “Come unto me.”

Now she is whole, saved and so free



There once was an artist lost in time

Always looking high and low for her rhythm and rhyme

Asking God to show her the narrow way

All that this artist needed was real love to always stay



So if you read this message I place here within

Say a little prayer to God to send

Angels forever to hold you tight

Even down life’s narrow path into the deepest night



There was once was this message for your eyes to see

I hope you like this little poem from me

You found it on this ledge, inside a crack under an old North Texas tree

May your burdens be light, and your spirit always run free.





*When I go up to North Texas I going to leave this poem is a bottle, a message in a bottle, in a crack, in a ledge of the sunset watching place of mine at the small waters of the White River, flowing from the Palo Duro Canyonland. I believe this poem is for someone who finds the ledge, the crack and the bottle. It's a God thang!!!!!



I really love poetry!



Nancy G "Firefly"
www.nancy-heartmusic.com








 

 
   
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