Hurt is like a dagger
That stabs emotion’s soul
It robs you of a good night’s sleep
And surely leaves a hole.
Reaching ice cold fingers
Beneath the cruel heart’s throb
It cuts the want for life and joy
With one far reaching sob.
When beyond the limit
You have faithfully soared
There’s only one way out for sure
And that is through the Lord.
You have searched all scripture
You could not find a place
That offered peace and tranquil calm
Instead, you saw His grace.
It was grace that freed you
And brought you back at last
Won’t you try just one more time?
Let present be the past.
God can fix this thing
He is the only One
He can take the soul that hurts
And give you one more sun.
Wait on Him; watch and see
He’ll give you joy sublime
If you only learn to take a walk
Just one step at a time.
Copyright® 2002
Monday, February 14, 2011
I Hope That I
I HOPE THAT I
I hope that I
Shall never live to see
The end of all days
It's too scary for me.
I hope that I
Won't be around
When the sun is a fireball
Scorching the ground.
I hope that I
Am gone anyhow
When checks are replaced
With marks on the brow.
I hope that I
Will long have passed
When the antichrist reigns
And evil holds fast.
I hope that I
See it's coming soon
I know I must keep
My heart in tune.
I hope that I
Won't get caught unaware
I hope you make it
I hope you care.
Copyright® 2002
I hope that I
Shall never live to see
The end of all days
It's too scary for me.
I hope that I
Won't be around
When the sun is a fireball
Scorching the ground.
I hope that I
Am gone anyhow
When checks are replaced
With marks on the brow.
I hope that I
Will long have passed
When the antichrist reigns
And evil holds fast.
I hope that I
See it's coming soon
I know I must keep
My heart in tune.
I hope that I
Won't get caught unaware
I hope you make it
I hope you care.
Copyright® 2002
How much did it cost to buy my pardon (song)
by Teri Couture copyright® 2002
(To the tune
of “How Much Is That Do)ggie In The Window”)
MY PARDON
How much did
it cost to buy my pardon?
To wash and
to sanctify me?
How much did
it cost my Lord and Saviour?
Just look at
the cross and you’ll see!
I cried when
I listened to that story,
But my mom
said I had to be brave
For the good
news about the King of Glory
Was on the
third day He rose from the grave!!
I must give
all praise and all thanksgiving
To the Great
King who rescued my soul.
I’ll love
Him forever and forever
For now my
body and spirit are whole.
GOD WANTS ONLY THE BEST (9/11 poem)
GOD WANTS ONLY THE BEST
(written on 9/11)
By Teri Couture
The phone rang as I watched my TV
It was my neighbor's little boy on the phone for me
A little voice sounded frightened and shaky
Do you know where my mommy and daddy are, lady?
They aren't at home; they were supposed to be.
They were coming by plane, at half past three.
Can you please help me find them? They don't answer their phone,
And I'm too little to be left here alone.
I ran to that house, to that scared little boy
And held him and kissed him; it brought him some joy.
But how do I tell him the truth I now knew?
What do I tell him? What do I do?
With tears streaming down, and a wrenched broken heart,
I told him the story right from the start.
I said, "God looked down from heaven today.
He told an angel to find those who pray."
"Bring them to Me, bring only the best,
I want to give them a nice place to rest.
I have beautiful mansions, right here up above
And I want the best people to fill them with love."
The angel flew down and started his search
He heard people praying and saw a plane lurch.
These must be the ones that need God's rest.
They're calling on Him, they must be His best.
The angel guided the large plane on his wings
And he presented these people to the King of Kings.
"Here are the ones You wanted to see,
They sure look and sound like the best ones to me!"
The little boy's eyes filled up with big tears
But I was glad to see wonder replace all his fears.
Are my mommy and daddy there with the rest?
Yes, God took them to heaven, He chose only the best.
Copyright® 2001
(written on 9/11)
By Teri Couture
The phone rang as I watched my TV
It was my neighbor's little boy on the phone for me
A little voice sounded frightened and shaky
Do you know where my mommy and daddy are, lady?
They aren't at home; they were supposed to be.
They were coming by plane, at half past three.
Can you please help me find them? They don't answer their phone,
And I'm too little to be left here alone.
I ran to that house, to that scared little boy
And held him and kissed him; it brought him some joy.
But how do I tell him the truth I now knew?
What do I tell him? What do I do?
With tears streaming down, and a wrenched broken heart,
I told him the story right from the start.
I said, "God looked down from heaven today.
He told an angel to find those who pray."
"Bring them to Me, bring only the best,
I want to give them a nice place to rest.
I have beautiful mansions, right here up above
And I want the best people to fill them with love."
The angel flew down and started his search
He heard people praying and saw a plane lurch.
These must be the ones that need God's rest.
They're calling on Him, they must be His best.
The angel guided the large plane on his wings
And he presented these people to the King of Kings.
"Here are the ones You wanted to see,
They sure look and sound like the best ones to me!"
The little boy's eyes filled up with big tears
But I was glad to see wonder replace all his fears.
Are my mommy and daddy there with the rest?
Yes, God took them to heaven, He chose only the best.
Copyright® 2001
Christmas in My House
Christmas in My House
by Teri Couture
On the first day of Christmas
I started getting scared
I hadn’t done my shopping yet
Til now, I hadn’t cared.
The second day of Christmas
Found me in the mall
I couldn’t stand the traffic
And my car picked then to stall.
The third day of Christmas
The tree was dragged from hiding
It took me all day long, I know
It was the lights that I was fighting.
The fourth day of Christmas
I played music for some cheer
To get me in the mood for now
I wasn’t going anywhere.
The fifth day of Christmas
I started all my wrapping
I soon ran out of tape
So, no time for any napping.
The sixth day of Christmas
Found me in the mall again
This time for some ribbon
And a coffee break at ten.
The seventh day of Christmas
The straw broke the camel’s back
The cat smashed all the ornaments
Even ones I didn’t unpack.
The eighth day of Christmas
It was to the mall once more
I looked for plastic ornaments
Until my feet were sore.
The ninth day of Christmas
I was putting up the tree
The cat had knocked it down again
So I gave him away for free.
The tenth day of Christmas
A man came to my door
He told me that the cat was mean
He wasn’t wanted any more.
The eleventh day of Christmas
With no hope of being ready
I gave up on the special meal
We had to have spaghetti.
The twelfth day of Christmas
I looked for kitty everywhere
I finally found him hiding
In a pair of underwear.
Finally, Christmas day had come
Family came and went
I served spaghetti with the sauce
Out the door the cat was sent.
I looked around my living room
Wrapping paper on the floor
Empty boxes strewn around
And thought, what was all this for?
It was then I heard a scratching
And a little tiny thump
I let the poor cat in the room
And on my lap he jumped.
He looked at me with eyes so glad
His purring motor roared
I loved him not, though plain to see
It was me that he adored.
With a sigh he settled in
Thinking all was well at last
I smiled and stroked his velvet fur
All forgiven was the past.
It was then I thought of one so small
That came so long ago
To give a gift to all mankind
His love still makes me glow.
Copyright® 2002
by Teri Couture
On the first day of Christmas
I started getting scared
I hadn’t done my shopping yet
Til now, I hadn’t cared.
The second day of Christmas
Found me in the mall
I couldn’t stand the traffic
And my car picked then to stall.
The third day of Christmas
The tree was dragged from hiding
It took me all day long, I know
It was the lights that I was fighting.
The fourth day of Christmas
I played music for some cheer
To get me in the mood for now
I wasn’t going anywhere.
The fifth day of Christmas
I started all my wrapping
I soon ran out of tape
So, no time for any napping.
The sixth day of Christmas
Found me in the mall again
This time for some ribbon
And a coffee break at ten.
The seventh day of Christmas
The straw broke the camel’s back
The cat smashed all the ornaments
Even ones I didn’t unpack.
The eighth day of Christmas
It was to the mall once more
I looked for plastic ornaments
Until my feet were sore.
The ninth day of Christmas
I was putting up the tree
The cat had knocked it down again
So I gave him away for free.
The tenth day of Christmas
A man came to my door
He told me that the cat was mean
He wasn’t wanted any more.
The eleventh day of Christmas
With no hope of being ready
I gave up on the special meal
We had to have spaghetti.
The twelfth day of Christmas
I looked for kitty everywhere
I finally found him hiding
In a pair of underwear.
Finally, Christmas day had come
Family came and went
I served spaghetti with the sauce
Out the door the cat was sent.
I looked around my living room
Wrapping paper on the floor
Empty boxes strewn around
And thought, what was all this for?
It was then I heard a scratching
And a little tiny thump
I let the poor cat in the room
And on my lap he jumped.
He looked at me with eyes so glad
His purring motor roared
I loved him not, though plain to see
It was me that he adored.
With a sigh he settled in
Thinking all was well at last
I smiled and stroked his velvet fur
All forgiven was the past.
It was then I thought of one so small
That came so long ago
To give a gift to all mankind
His love still makes me glow.
Copyright® 2002
All You Want For Christmas
All You Want For Christmas
By Teri Couture
I asked what you wanted,
“Just make out a list.”
You reached over and gave me
A sweet tender kiss.
The TV was playing
The remote poised in your hand
Ready to move again
At your wish and command.
Your eyes glued to the set
I watched your lower jaw drop
“Aw, come on, Honey,
There’s only six days to shop!”
No answer, no movement
Like I’m not even there
You’re watching Charlie Brown’s Christmas
For the third time this year.
I try it again
You ask me to halt
“Fine, if you end up with nothing,
It’s your very own fault!”
“Would you like something
For fishing, hunting or golf?”
“No, just a million dollars
And a day off.”
Well, I can’t give the million
I’ve spent it my dear
And I can’t give up my husband
Even one day of the year.
You can’t unwrap this gift
You won’t know where to start
For it’s all the love that I have
Deep down in my heart!
Copyright® 2002
By Teri Couture
I asked what you wanted,
“Just make out a list.”
You reached over and gave me
A sweet tender kiss.
The TV was playing
The remote poised in your hand
Ready to move again
At your wish and command.
Your eyes glued to the set
I watched your lower jaw drop
“Aw, come on, Honey,
There’s only six days to shop!”
No answer, no movement
Like I’m not even there
You’re watching Charlie Brown’s Christmas
For the third time this year.
I try it again
You ask me to halt
“Fine, if you end up with nothing,
It’s your very own fault!”
“Would you like something
For fishing, hunting or golf?”
“No, just a million dollars
And a day off.”
Well, I can’t give the million
I’ve spent it my dear
And I can’t give up my husband
Even one day of the year.
You can’t unwrap this gift
You won’t know where to start
For it’s all the love that I have
Deep down in my heart!
Copyright® 2002
My Father, My Dad
Here is a poem I wrote the day my dad died. I read it at his funeral.
My Father, My Dad
by Teri Couture
I'm here with my Father,
I'm here with my Dad
But he's with the best Friend
He ever had.
I'm not very prosperous
No wealth do I hold
But Dad's got plenty
Of riches untold.
I fight traffic each day
On a long endless road
But Dad's up there walking
On streets made of gold.
He has been lifted on high
And sings with angels each day
While I'm down here with worries
That get in the way.
He can talk to the Savior
Has all that he needs
He walks through rose gardens
Planting more seeds.
One petal will fall
On the loved ones below
Each time we remember
How he loved us so.
Perfect peace has he now
And a smile on his face
For we believe with our hearts
He's in a beautiful place.
And some day we'll go
To be with my Dad
No more tears will we shed
Nor will we be sad.
'Cause we'll be with my Father
We'll be with my Dad
We'll be with the best Friend
We ever had.
Until then, my dear Daddy,
I want you to know
We'll carry fond memories
Wherever we go.
copyright® 2002
My Father, My Dad
by Teri Couture
I'm here with my Father,
I'm here with my Dad
But he's with the best Friend
He ever had.
I'm not very prosperous
No wealth do I hold
But Dad's got plenty
Of riches untold.
I fight traffic each day
On a long endless road
But Dad's up there walking
On streets made of gold.
He has been lifted on high
And sings with angels each day
While I'm down here with worries
That get in the way.
He can talk to the Savior
Has all that he needs
He walks through rose gardens
Planting more seeds.
One petal will fall
On the loved ones below
Each time we remember
How he loved us so.
Perfect peace has he now
And a smile on his face
For we believe with our hearts
He's in a beautiful place.
And some day we'll go
To be with my Dad
No more tears will we shed
Nor will we be sad.
'Cause we'll be with my Father
We'll be with my Dad
We'll be with the best Friend
We ever had.
Until then, my dear Daddy,
I want you to know
We'll carry fond memories
Wherever we go.
copyright® 2002
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