~~ God Is My Best Friend ~~

People often watch me and wonder
Why I've always got a smile to lend
And I'm sure to always tell them,
Because God is my best friend.

He's the one I tell my troubles to.
He's the one who is always there,
The one who would never leave me;
A God so full of care.

He watches over me, day by day
(Guides me with His loving hand),
And, when I stumble along the way,
That's when I see footprints in the sand.

Why do I smile at those I meet?
Why do I always have a song to lend?
There is no doubt in my mind,
It's because God is my best friend.

© by Claytia Doran

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~~ Mary's Child ~~

Mary had a little baby
She loved with all her heart.
Someday, this baby would be great.
She knew it from the start.

Mary had a little child,
So good and kind was He.
Mary's heart filled with pride.
He was the son of God, you see.

Mary had a young man,
Who brought salvation, from above;
Born to save us from our sins
And fill our hearts with love.

Mary had a Savior.
Though, He was born to be a King.
He would always be Mary's child
And much happiness He would bring.

My mother, Mary, has a child
She loves with all her heart.
Someday, this child will be blessed.
She knew it from the start.

© by Claytia Doran

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~~ Where Are You God? ~~

Where are you God, up in the vast, endless, sky?
Are you in the moon or the stars that reach so high?

Are you in the wind, in the touch of a breeze?
Are you all around us, in every flower, in all the trees?

I look for you in nature, in every bird that sings.
I look for you in music, in all the notes and strings.

I look for you in Heaven, your home up in the sky.
I look and I have found you, just like the birds that fly,

I've found you in the sunset and sunrise, dawn of day.
I've found you in my family, in everything they say.

I've found you and I'll keep you, you're everything to me.
I'll always love and worship you, from now 'til eternity.

© by Claytia Doran

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~~ What Is My Name ~~

Look in my face and see me
As I truly am.
See the aftermath of horror
I spread throughout the land.

Look in my face and realize
I affect no two the same.
Look in my face. Can you tell me
What is my name?

I destroy, I kill, I cause hunger.
I ruin the lives of all.
I thrive on tears and heartaches,
Forcing your skin to crawl.

I take the young and turn them old.
I change the boys to men.
I am your ugliest nightmare.
I am your deepest sin.

I am caused by mankind, alone.
I shake the earth to it's core.
Look in my face and I'll tell you,
"My name is war!"

© by Claytia Doran

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~~ A Prayer ~~

"Dear Lord," thus I began,
"Help me love my fellow man.
Give me strength to carry through
The duties that I owe to you.

Watch me through my every day.
Keep me safe, along life's way.
Love thy children. Forgive their sins."
This is how my prayers begins.

We lie, we cheat, we even steal.
Some go so far to even kill.
The things we do should be unpardoned.
But still, God's heart has not hardened.

"Cherish those who've failed thee not.
Thy goodness is what we've sought.
Keep us near thy guiding hand.
Show us to your promised land.

Bless us, each and everyone.
Guide us 'til the day is done
And, when the night has settled o'er,
We pray that you would love us more.

These things I ask in Jesus' name,
That He would help the sick and lame.
Forgive us where we've failed thee, Lord,
And, God, bless those that are adored."

© by Claytia Doran

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~~ Someone Named Jesus ~~

For so long I wandered no place to go,
No one beside me, and no way to know ...

There was someone who loved me and cared what I did;
Someone named Jesus, who found where I hid.

Lost in a world of confusion, hiding from grief and from pain,
I didn't know who I could turn to, then I heard Jesus calling my name.

This someone, named Jesus found where I hid;
Someone, named Jesus, cared for all that I did,

He's someone named Jesus, who means all to me;
Someone named Jesus, who helped me to see.

© by Claytia Doran

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