The Suffering Jesus by Mary Achee' 1988 No, I wasn't there when they nailed Him to the cross; If not for Jesus, I know I'd be lost! I didn't place the crown of thorns upon His head; But for my sins, my Jesus lay dead! Would I have cursed His Name and spat upon His Face, Trying to follow the rest of the human race? The sword that pierced His side, could have been mine, And I might have mixed the gall with the wine. Would His flesh have been torn, from beatings I gave, Making Him no less than a slave? Would I have clothed Him in a purple cloak of shame, Making a mockery of His Blessed Name? These answers I'll never know, ponder thought I may; But I can make up for it, by serving Him today. Little One by Mary Achee' 1990 They want to take your life, a babe so weak and small, They say you're not living, that you have no life at all. They say you're not human, unborn babies can't feel. They say you're only make- believe, you're not real. Who are they to judge, who must live and who must die? Abortion deaths are raging, raging oh so high! The pain you cause the little one is too cruel to bear! Is it that you don't really know, or you don't care? The answer lies in your hands, so hurry don't wait, Only you can determine the unborn baby's fate. Woman in the Mirror by Mary Achee' 1991 When I look in the mirror, what do I see? Who is that woman looking back at me? Do I reflect the qualities of a child of the king, Or am I self-centered about everything? Am I a servant to my family, do I love my neighbor? Do I do my work with love, or is it labor? Do I watch the words I speak? Am I strong in character, or morally weak? Does my mirror reflect a woman with inner glow; Am I the kind of woman others want to know? When I look in the mirror, what do I see? Who is that woman looking back at me? The Lonely Road by Mary Achee'1988 I walked along the road, the lonely, dusty road. I knew not where I was heading, I had a heavy load. I met a man named Jesus, and this He said to me: "Follow me my child, many wonders you will see." He spoke of the lonely, and those who were sad; He said, "You can make them happy, you can make them glad. You can feed the hungry and clothe the naked too. I will give you many kind things to do." "You will be my servant, a shelter from the cold; I will give you grace; I will make you bold. You will be my witness, tell others too; Just follow Me, my child, and I will love you." One Day Mary Achee' 1991 One day, up in Heaven, I will walk the streets of gold, He'll reach down and touch me, my hand He will hold. He will tell me the reasons, for the crosses I bore, I will praise His name, Jesus will I adore. One day, up in Heaven, the pearly gates will open wide. I won't be afraid, no longer will I hide; One day up in Heaven, The Blessed Mother I'll behold, She will walk beside me, Down the streets of gold. We will talk about my life on earth, when I was a mother; We will share as we love one another. One day, up in Heaven, this poem will be complete, For I will be sitting beside my Master's feet! |