The Kid Inside You

When the kid inside you wants to play,
Open the door and let him out.
Give him room to stretch his wings.
He just needs time to run about.

Don't ever keep him locked inside.
For, he is your inner self.
He's the child yearning to be free.
He's the tiny mischievous elf.

Pay attention to that tiny voice
That's begging to run and play.
Pull back the curtain and watch him.
Don't wait for another day.

Listen to the kid inside you.
He knows just what he needs.
Let him out and watch him play.
For, in your heart he's planted seeds.

© 2002 by Claytia Doran

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When We Cry

Did you know God takes all your tears
And he puts them in a jar?
He marks each one as 'special',
From everyone near and far.

He counts every tear you shed.
He knows if they're happy or sad.
He knows the reason for them
And all the heartaches you've had.

So, when your tears start falling,
Remember God knows why
And He's got His jar waiting.
He understands us when we cry.

© Claytia Doran

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It Came Back

I gave it away, every chance I got.
But, it kept coming back.
I didn't really need it, though.
I had plenty in my sack.

I'd meet someone downtrodden
And I'd reach into that sack.
Out would come some kindness,
"Keep it. I don't need it back."

But, somehow, it always did come back.
It was returned to me tenfold.
The more I gave it to others,
The more there was to hold.

I gave it away. But, it came back.
The kindness was overflowing.
I'd reach into my bag of love,
For I knew where it was going.

© 2003 by Claytia Doran

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Hear My Prayer

Hear my prayer, oh, Lord, tonight.
Keep me safe and in your sight.
Touch me with your loving hand.
Show me your footprints in the sand.

Hear my prayer, oh, Lord, today,
That I may remain out of harm's way.
Surround me with your awesome love.
Protect me with angels, from above.

I come to you on bended knee.
Please, hear me as I pray to thee.
My elbow indentions are on the bed.
Worries circle around inside my head.

Take my woes and ease my cares.
Hear me, Lord, as I say my prayers.
Smile down on me and lift me up.
Lord, share with me your loving cup.

© 2005 by Claytia Doran

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The Soul That Lost It's Way

It wandered out, all alone,
The soul once white as snow.
It quit going to Sunday School
Because the other kids didn't go.

It got brave and ventured out
And, soon, God was no more.
The little soul had lost its way
And what it was looking for.

The white began to get dingy.
Christians were a thing of the past.
The little soul was truly lost
And on it's way to Hell, real fast.

May we recognize these lost souls
And, like the fisherman, reel them in;
Once more, to make them white as snow
And cleanse them from all sin.

© 2003 by Claytia Doran

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A Perfect Time To Pray

I stepped outside to get the paper.
The door slammed, locking me out.
Never mind I was in my gown
And school kids were running about.

I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet.
I stubbed my toe on a dog chew.
I burned my cup of hot chocolate.
Was there anything else I could do?

Of course there was, I soon found out,
As I broke my hand held mirror.
I ripped the seat right out of my pants.
A rotten day was drawing nearer.

I hung in the balance of frustration
Of a horrible, awful, no good, day.
And, it's only eight in the morning.
This was a perfect time to pray.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
It's a good thing you're there, not here,
So you can sit back and laugh ~
As I go through the valley and show fear.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done,
Maybe a little sooner than I expected.
Give us this day our daily bread.
On second thought, help me to accept it.

Amen

© 2002 by Claytia Doran

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I Wish I Could Have Known Me

I wish I could have known me,
When I was just a child.
I think I would have liked the girl,
Who seemed so meek and mild.

The girl who feared rejection,
Yet had the sweetest spirit.
The one who would have been herself,
If only she didn't fear it.

We would have been the best of friends.
I would pull her out of her shell.
If I knew then, what I know now,
I would have always said, "oh well!"

I would tell her, "you'll be pretty,
Someday when you are grown.
Don't worry about freckles or rejection,
Worry about the love you've shown."

Yes, I wish I would have known me,
When I was a little girl.
Then I could have told myself,
"In a room of gems, you're a pearl!"

© 2005 by Claytia Doran

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Be Still

Be still and discover that He is good.
Sit quietly without a care.
For, God will be watching over you.
He always has time to spare.

Be still and He will speak to your heart,
For in the quiet shall you hear.
Be still and know that He is God
And you'll never have any fear.

Pause and reflect in the silence,
On blessings you have received.
Bow your head in Thanksgiving.
For, we know whom we have believed.

Teach your heart how to whisper.
Plant seeds of silence in the sod.
For, you only need to stop and listen.
Be still and know that He is God.

© 2005 by Claytia Doran

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