Mercy and Kindness: By Mercy

Because of the Brave: By Patience

Care For Others: By Patience

Show mercy and kindness to others,

And they might show kindness to you.

It seem like you might show more kindness,

Towards those who show kindness to you.

Do you treat the disabled more different,

Than others who maybe are not?

Or maybe you pretend to care,

And then mock them behind the lock.

Or maybe you treat them the same,

And maybe you treat them all kind.

I'm wondering, really wondering, If you're really there,

If you really care when a friend needs you to be kind.


 

A Hero: By Mercy

A hero is someone who you respect,

An older brother could be just that.

They sometimes get angry,

They sometimes get mad.
They can still be your hero

If you don't get mad.

 

Friends: By Patience

Friends are weird.
Friends are crazy.
Friends are awesome.
Friends can be lazy.
Friends are nice.
Friends aren't judging.
Friends can be
A lot of things.

I Forget: By Patience

When all I feel is hate and fear

I look at myself in my mirror.

It’s fogged up, broken, and shattered.

I see a heart like clothes tattered,

I see the deeds I did today,

I hated my self yesterday.

I’ll never be good, never right.

I need something; it’s Your bright light

I know You know just when I hurt,

When I’m feeling treated like dirt.

And I forget. I forget.

I forget that You’re always there.

I forget. I forget

And think that You don’t care

But You understand and hold my hand

And carry me when I fall down

 Remember the Brave,

     And all that they gave.

While they remained,

     They little complained.

Yet many were shot,

     For America they fought.

And in tribulation,

     They earned a free nation.

So when you are tearful, angry, or sad,

     Don’t be unforgiving, grumpy, or mad.

Remember the wounded, who looked for the good,

     Not for the would haves or even the could've   .

 

Crazy: By Patience

'How do you open this?" I asked my friend.

"Don't be stupid. Open the end."

I shrugged my shoulders and gave a sigh.

"Would it be stupid if I dared to try?"

"Oh, probably so, but go ahead.

I'll stand right here, watch you fall dead."

He laughed out loud and I wanted to smack him.

I decided against it, he'd probably win.

I bit my lip so I wouldn't say bad stuff.

Then grabbed the sack and all of a sudden: "PUFF."

My friend jump up and started to cough.

I looked up at him and started to back off.

He choked and turned red.

And I thought he'd die dead.

He stopped coughing after a while.

He brushed himself off and said with a smile,
"I hope you don't mind; I've got to leave for a while."

 

Spring Fever: By Patience

My eyes are stinging.

My nose is red.

My throat is itching.

I should be in bed.

I carry six tissues

And take my pills.

I have the fever 

And got the chills.

Dad said to Mum,

"We'll have to leave her."
That's why I'm glum:

I have spring fever.

Just a simple word,

A caring suggestion.

Could it mean the world

In an ugly situation?

When problems arise,

And troubles take over,

Will you despise

The one to discover

The Loving Father?

But when they remember,

That you didn't bother

To care for them,

Will they turn their backs

On God, who loves them?

So pray and care,

And love and hope,

They need someone to bear

The burdensome slope.

Will you help them up,

Be a sister or brother,

To someone who later looks up.

Care for others.

 

 

The Old House: By Patience

In the old house,

It was very quiet.

There was a pet mouse,

Who was on a diet.

There was a rug,

Chair, and table.

And a cracked mug.

Outside was a stable.

An old rat was left to die.

Hay and straw lined the walls.

No one even considered to buy

The farm with the house that was sure to fall.