Ginny Alloway Baker

It has always been
a paradox to me
that one could die of thirst
adrift in the mighty sea
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I love to create a lovely place
adorned with essence of old,
to feel the beauty of elegant grace
and stories of lives untold.
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There was a beautiful chalice,
filled with liquid that looked like life.
I thought it was that well of love,
I'd searched for in my strife.
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To you who read and review

“Iron sharpens iron
so one sharpens another”
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What's the matter, I ask,
and looking back at me
pools of sadness in blue eyes
exposing the heart’s agony.
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I was a bruised reed,
feeling of failing
weary of waiting,
yet He would not break me,
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Prayer is the language of the spirit
Paul tells in Ephesians 6
It’s more than just a petition
or to get a holy fix.
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Creation has been crying out
from pollution that is severe,
There is that which defiles the earth
that permeates our atmosphere.
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Granddaddy cared for his
pocket watch
A gift it was…
a treasure.
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WHY?
You ask me why I love Jesus
and speak of Him so much.
It's all a long, long story
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“What if today was the day
you held in your grasp
every dream, every hope,
everything you could ask?
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“Long and hard the road has been
that gave me revelation.
The search for answers common to man
no matter in life their station.
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Today is the day I take stock
to inventory my life,
to rid myself of all that blocks
and causes dissension and strife.
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When is a ring not just a ring
though gorgeous it may be?
When every time you see it
you remember a whole history.
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There are more kinds of terrorists
than many people see
The spiritual ones that hide,
cloak themselves in mystery.
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How good are you at the blame game?
That tool we so easily find,
Our efforts to figure a problem name-
To fault failures we have in our life?
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Will you know when the last trumpet sounds
Or fail to hear the call?
Will you rejoice when Jesus comes
Because you know you gave your all?
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God spoke to me a warning
“Go around that tree”
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My mother is one I could never match
She has depth so much more than me
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Time trudges by the deepest despair of life
as equally as it glides by
when joy bubbles over.
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