Ginny Alloway Baker Poems

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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