VENUES, VERSES, HIS VICTORY

VENUES, VERSES, HIS VICTORY...

Writing verses line by line, page after page..
So spiritually therapeutic, as
I write and engage..

I am intertwined with God's Spirit as I write down our
intimate connection..
His Spirit calls to mine, speaks clearly without vile earthly
interruption ..

Trials of my life, sadness of my heart, so I desperately seek..
Through this spiritual connection as I write and I pray..
He always speaks..

My troubled Spirit is burdened and He knows my aching heart..
as I write down each sentence.
He waits to impart..

His Wisdom, His Love, His Power and His Grace..
Satisfy my yearnings, He quietly
listens as I seek His face..

It is then I partake of His blessing, so pure..
Our meeting in session is ever
so true ..

Dear God, as I seek another day with You near..
Hear my prayers..My heart heavily burdened,
My words so unclear..

His reassurance, His temperance, has cleaned my poetic slate..
To start anew, a fresh encounter, as He opens his eternal gate..

Words flow like a rippling river with it's water so
refreshing and sure..
The communion we share is beautifully pure..

I am one with my Master as He
Leads with His Spirit ..
The encounter is sweet and my words now complete because I hear it..

I ask that You continue to help me on this journey I have chosen to take..
The Spiritual victories and battles of life as I share and recreate..

Without You I am nothing, just a shell of a woman ..
With You I am whole and a complete spirit
filled human..

I am honored to share the words I held so long deep inside..
Now freely expressed and these spiritual words that
no longer subside..

I thank you dear Jesus,
I am forever in your debt..
For my salvation and this gift You have given..
I could have continued
and slept..







Patsy McNutt Morgan

Beautful Skies I See .. Broken Hearts They Feel

I look up and I see God's beautiful blue
sky..
When knowing across the our land, others cry..

Devastation brought by tornadoes  that swept through  entire
Towns...
Leaving behind twisted metal, stripped uprooted  trees..
Homes blown apart by a brutal
Violent blackened vortex loud screams ..

Their tortured stunned faces as they seek refuge in each others
Grief..
Wondering if they will rebuild again or if they will ever find
Peace..

Supernatural forces at their worse..
Many wondering , "Is this God's revenge and rage against his creation"?

Where once was neighborhoods and streets ..
Lay match sticks remnants with lives left destitute , near
Defeat..

Lift your voice in prayer to our sovereign God of mercy..
Pray like never before, then lift a hand of purpose for those in pain, lose, with heartfelt sincerity..

Tears wept as I hear their words of sorrow and loss..
Their face filled with shock as they look around to their belongings strewn and tossed..

God hears and knows each fear and heartbreak ..
We must never lose touch or feel bitterness..
For He hears from heaven as each tearful prayer He takes..

It is in this utter feeling of loss and desperation ..
When we are completely broken,
Lost, feeling no hope in our
Situation..

It is then we lift what is left,  reach out, grab tight to His ever loving hand..
Asking for His strength, His help,
His omnipotent power so grand..

God have mercy on these your people, as they face the undaunted task..
To bury their loved ones, rebuild their homes and try and not be fixated or tormented by their sadness and past..

Give them grace to face their future with added renewed faith
and strength ..
For without You .. The task is great, the burden heavy, and their endeavor will be fruitless
And they will sink ..

Praising Him now as you renew our broken spirits..
For we cannot start anew and feel our lives progress..
If we don't open our hearts, let God brand and sear it!

I am praising God for his mercy faithfulness and Grace..
To touch those in another town, across our great land, in another place..

ADVENTURE BEYOND YOUR DOORSEP..

ADVENTURE JUST BEYOND YOUR DOORSTEP..

Step outside your doorstep and see what you you can see..
A land of opportunity, a sea
of flowers and trees..

Don't take this beauty for granted..
Don't say, "Ya, it was what I
planted"..

Smell the air, feel the grass,
Take a walk..
Put your senses on alert and let them speak and talk..

Vast rolling plains of God's green earth..
His majestic mountains high since it's birth..

A  chilling thrill to view the Eagle ..
It's wings spread floating, soaring,
It is so regal..

To come across a herd of mustang horses..
Untamed and wild, hoofs pounding with mighty forces..

To view and hear a babbling brook  ..
As it courses through a
Forest's nook..

To see the the blueness of the sky above..
With white fluffy clouds, floating like a dove..

Animal and creatures we have to enjoy..
Great and small .. Much better than any man made
Toy..

So step outside your doorstep,
My  friend..
Look at what we have in this glorious land..

Don't waste another day, I say to you.
It makes no difference if you are limited too!

Just open your door let  fresh air blow in your
Face!!
It is so refreshing, I make my case..

Don't let your limitations slow you down..
Open your door and  feel the air..
I promise you will not frown..

Sometimes the simple pleasures in life..
Can bring great blessing, takes away your strife..

So pray a prayer of supplication...
To be alive and thank the Lord
For His entire
Creation..




Patsy McNutt Morgan

to my daughters..NATALIE SHANNON AND KENDRA

FYI:
THE POEM I WROTE FOR YOU THREE ON MOTHERS DAY IS GETTING SEVERAL HITS ON NETHUGS.COM
"AIN'T THAT COOL" !!
LOVE, KISSES AND WARM HUGS,
MOM

ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY

ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY

As I was walking down the hill today..
I saw an "ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY" it seemed it wanted
To play..

So tiny, even with wings spread
In flight..
I thought. Must be a new grasshopper,
My first to sight..

As the butterfly landed on a nearby bush..
I stopped to take a better
Look..

It fluttered it's ting wings
A bit..
Then it was still, it's wings expanded as if to purposefully sit..

"Look how pretty and colorful I am".. As if to say..
With it's orange, black and yellow wings spread and on
display..

I truly marveled at this tiny seductive little 
Thing..
So colorful in it's beauty, I so enjoyed this late day in
spring..

It flew around me as I
continued down the hill..
It was then I noticed several
more had joined flying, yet
some were uncommonly
still..

Such gorgeous little creatures I thought to myself..
Thanking our Creator, the Master, our God,
Himself..

Many simple pleasures for me I would have missed and
enjoyed
If that ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY it antics, had not
employed..

It fluttered it's way into my heart..
It wanted me to notice right from the
Start..

I would have missed it's beauty
Too..
If "it" hadn't persisted as it fluttered
and flew..

I finally took time to gaze at it's
Masterful Glory..
This "ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY"
it's colorful winged beautiful
Story..

A group of butterflies followed me now  down the hill..
They paraded around me with such intent and skill..

They soon  departed, to seek another, just like me..
Blissfully ignorant and unaware of what  they are about
To see ..
This "ITTY BITTY BUTTERFLY"
so tiny, so gorgeous, so full of
Glee..








Patsy McNutt Morgan

PINCH ME

Pinch Me..

Pinch me please.. Is my life for real ??
Am I in a dream or is this life the REAL DEAL ??

Happy and content.. Healthy and strong..
Beautiful six grown kids and several grandkids to tag
Along ..

A wonderful marriage of 40 plus years to Larry..
Some say it would not last.. Fooled them.. I'll continue to tarry..

So many years of hardship we endured..
We stuck it out.. Now we are happy for sure..

I believe most people would have given up with everything
In our past..
But not us.. We fought through each hardship and difficulty
To make it last ..

I feel sorry for people when they give up so easily on
Each other..
After each hurdle and mountain
We climbed ..
We became much stronger and  closer..I am so glad we
Bothered..

I cannot imagine my life without my husband and Life's
Partner, Larry..
We shouldered and grew with each burden we carried..

We also didn't have perfect children as they grew up..
Each one was a challenge ,
But we never gave up ..

They all turned out well..
All six, I can assure as I tell..

They may not be Dr's or Lawyers
In this life, but who cares..
I'm proud of them all .. They are successful I say as I share..

Life is not always a bed of roses
I'm here to proclaim..
In that bed are thorns, it's true
But I'm not ashamed ..

It's the thorns that made us stronger with each tribulation and trial..
And the faith and prayers I lifted, for that was my style..

I prayed and I cried to the Lord with each situation ..
I left it to Him to tend and help for they were His creation..

He is not done with us either, I know that for certain..
Not til the day he draws my final life's curtain..

"Trust and Obey" .. I am still learning this lesson..
I am grateful and happy for I believe I have His blessing..

Thank You for each one of your answers I've heard..
I know and I hear you, for I am secured..
I know You and feel you and know I am yours..


I am surrounded by your presence each day and night ..
Regardless of my circumstances
Of my earthly plight..

Thank you for watching over me and giving me this family..
May I always remember and praise you forever in this life or facsimile ..





Patsy McNutt Morgan

WHEN FEAR IS CONQUERED

WHEN FEAR BRINGS VICTORY

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night..
Thinking of what you said or did and feeling unatural fright?

Asking yourself and God ..
"What have I done or
said today that was so
Displeasing..
Out of my mouth or written
Word, left a friend gasping,
Not breathing ..

I toss and turn with this guilt
And fear..
It is now becoming abundantly   clear..

Was I being careful to be silenced when I should
have said more ?
Did I say too much and hurt that  person to the core?

Do I write my words with haste
without thinking it through ??
Do I try too hard to impress and less time to let thoughts brew??

Dear God, My regrets and fears are worse in the darkness of the night .,
It is then I sense the curse, and it is then I feel that
Fright..
My sins are brought to me like a picture on wall..
Showing me exactly where I stumbled ..unkindness I recall

"God, forgive me" !! my inner voice cries out in fear..
"I have not been truthful, not humble or sincere"..
"I should have stopped and prayed before I said or jeered"..

Now this black cold night, is shouting my words back at me..
Feeling cursed, wrong and guilty, the doubt that seeps in completely..

Maybe it is then God can finally reach and teach me..
To wake me up in the dead of night..to make me face the words
I've spoken or wrote so curtly..

His voice saying to me in the stillness of the dark
black night..
"Learn to be more kind"..
"Love each one you meet"..
"Reach out by words and
Deeds"
Honor your neighbor and see their plight..

"To teach and touch your spirit,
You seem to hear me best..
When I wake you,  from your slumbered rest"..


His written words are brought to mind in the morning as I rise:


"LET THE WORDS OF MY MOUTH AND THE MEDITATIONS OF MY HEART BE ACCEPTABLE IN THY SIGHT,
MY ROCK AND MY REDEEMER"..
PSALMS 19:14



Patsy McNutt Morgan

THE MESSAGE

THE MESSAGE

I got a call from
God today..
It seems He had a message
To convey..
" Are you busy, I'd like to take some time with you".
Stunned .. "Of Course", I said
As looked down and away.

"I've missed you lately at our meeting place"..
"Where we so often communed
And interfaced"..

"I've been busy", I said "running here and running  there"..
"God, you understand, you see how it is" !!
I said in despair ..

" Oh, I know exactly how it can be" ..his voice quiet, very
Disconcerting ..

"But this one thing I must let you know"..
"Regardless where your life takes you, or where
you go"..

"Do not forsake or break this precious time"..
"When you and I speak, you allow me to guide in times perfect prime..

"Your life is busy, I know this is true"..
"But you need me beside you, to see you through"..

The message was clear as He looked on my  face..
"I will see and speak to you again..
"In our meeting place"..

"Yes, Jesus", I said with a tear
on my cheek..
"I will meet you tomorrow,
Where you and I can speak"..

So I pass this message from God,
Always Take time and pray..
He'll give you strength as you 
go through your day..

If life has become so hard and you feel you have lost your way..
Just remember this ..
He is waiting to intercede as you seek and you pray..

Patsy McNutt Morgan

SIMPLE PLEASURES

SIMPLE PLEASURES..

It is the simple pleasures in life that hold me spellbound ..
Like the clean fresh breeze after a summer's thunderous rain cloud...

A sound of the Meadowlark's
Sweet song..
Oh how I wish I could hear it all the
the day long...

The touch and the gaze of my Loves tenderness..
As we simply sit and watch the sunset's sweet caress..

The sight from top of the mountain's expansive view..
The sound of the surf as it pounds the shore after a storm
the night through..

So many sights, sounds and feelings, touches this heart of mine..
I am once again reminded of my Creator, his majesty at work, so sublime ..

Takes just a moment to realize that God  had a plan..
To create a world so immense, full of beauty, for our pleasure, if you can..

Instead we take for granted God's creation and live the daily grind..
Slow down, look at the world around you, the beauty so
magnificent and fine..

Stop for a brief moment, listen closely, hear the birds as they
Sing..
There is nothing quite like it, a gift so precious .. Takes my breath every spring..

Thank You God.. For you majesty and beauty..
Your sweeping hand across the earth  when you created it, is so gorgeous..
Absolutely!!


Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY SOUL SINGS

MY SOUL SINGS

My soul sings with praise and adulation..
Forgiveness asked, received..
No strings or bitter consideration..

First I  pray for God's intervention,
Seeking his wisdom and supplication ..

For without His wisdom Loving hand upon us..
It would be a fruitless human
Interaction..

Heartfelt prayers, my soul did cry..
God, make things right.. I plead and sighed..

For only You can intercede..
My soul is burdened , my pain so deep..

My Spirit lifted, I feel Him near..
His loving arms surround me, no longer do I fear..

Bright pure light of loving kindness..
No dark of sin, despair or blackness..

Forgiveness shared, two souls with gladness..
Happiness reigns.. no longer
sadness..

My soul sings now as I praise The Father..
From sadness and gloom ..
No longer bothered..

So never negate the Power of Prayer..
As I supplicate and whisper ..
He waits to care..

If we try on our own volition ..
It is a empty  shallow proposition ..

So seek the Lord every day and night..
His Love  He promises will be your guiding Light..

Thank You Lord, I Love You So..
Your path I'll travel as you guide and show..
Never will I stray .. Or look away..
My hand You take as I walk and pray..


  






Patsy McNutt Morgan

TO NATALIE, SHANNON AND KENDRA.."HAPPY MOTHERS DAY'..

To Natalie , Shannon and      
       And Kendra ..
"HAPPY MOTHERS DAY"

To my precious daughters and three of my best friends in the world..
Since you were my little girls, my life's been a whirl!

You brought sunshine, beauty , laughter and tears..
I would not change a thing..  I am without fear..

All of you have tested troubled waters..
But a have risen from the ashes without blame or falter..

All have children now of your own..
And such honor, love and goodness, the three of you have
shown..

You are wonderful Mothers, Wifes and daughters..
You bestow every attribute , praise, and blessing..
I couldn't be prouder..

My world is complete and so much brighter,
My burdens are gone and the load is lighter...

So enjoy this Mother's day, my precious ones ..
Natalie, Shannon and Kendra..
Sit back, relax and have some fun..

You all three deserve this special day..
You are all wonderful Mothers, each one..
So be blessed, reflect , and enjoy today!!

I LOVE YOU NATALIE, SHANNON AND KENDRA,

Mom

GIFTS UNTOLD

Gifts Untold..

God has reached deep down inside me..
Saying, "You have a gift, use it, I will guide thee"..

Sometimes, like now, my heart is overflowing..
Feeling His presence, His Love,
His power, His Spirit
Glowing..

I didn't know how or what He wanted of me..
The yearnings and restlessness  of my spirit waking,
Is now free..

My years of hardship and tears with each situation...
I knew he was a whisper away...
My salvation..

My poetry brings me to the presence of my Lord..
His Love and compassion is my striking cord..

He sits here beside me as I write..
Bringing His affirmation and concerted light..

I have forgotten, til now, the pleasure of His grace,
His tender soothing penetrating
And loving spirit I embrace..

So I will continue this journey with Jesus..
To unite with me in literary verses...

No one, no entity, no other I seek to pleasure..
Just my Master and me, together we are alone in this endeavor..

I share my gifts as He encourages me to do..
To reach and bless , I do hope it is so..

I've already learned lesson number one..
This is my solace sacred
private time with God's
Son..

So I am happy and blessed if there is few that view and partake..
For it's more for me to visit, touch and commune with my Lord and Master after I wake ..

As God's radiant light in each morning I anticipate .
I wakened early, at dawn's early light..
To sit with Jesus, His spirit..
And mine alone to begin
together ..
So His words of Love and insight
I give flight ..


Patsy McNutt Morgan

CLIMBING BADGER MOUNTAIN

Climbing Badger Mountain

For that last two days I climbed this hill..
It's springtime glory with each green crevasse fill.
.
The wind blows  fluffy white clouds In the heavens sky.
As I climbed and watched them floating  by..

As I stood on it's mountains top..
I revered the beauty of the  earth's growing crop..

Yet on one side population crawled ..
Like matchbox cars and buildings
sprawled..

This mountain taller than most
dotted across the land ..
As I viewed the vast urban and agricultural span..

Roads and trails look like ribbons
across the massive view...
To carry it's passengers of man and creatures too..

The song of the Meadowlark
Heard loud and clear..
Thrills my soul for I love
To hear..

You will never hear this bird's symphonic song..
Inside the streets or sidewalks
Below and long..

For it loves the rural country-
side ..
To sing it's song with so much pride..

This mountain called Badger named of the critter that has inhibited these parts..
For thousands maybe millions of years of this mountain earths start..

I love this beautiful mountain and all it's glory..
It holds within it's vast and gorgeous story..

The trails were built by men who loved it too..
So all can enjoy it's tales and vast expansive view..

So I will climb and love this hillside trail..
For each time I do there's a new sight to tell..
The sagebrush scent, the tiny wildflower for just awhile
I see..
And green velvet tint til summer sun turn grass brown to be..

It doesn't matter the color or arid climate weather be..
It is the mountain and it's grandeur that sets my spirit free..

So climb I must this Badger Mountainside..
Either dawn or dusk or midday
it matters not..
I'll tread to top and descend
With certain pride..






Patsy McNutt Morgan

I SAW A ROBIN TODAY

 Saw a Robin Today

I saw a Robin today..
Chest of auburn; pumped up, looking intently for her prey..

Her head turned to the side
keenly looking to the ground for that worm..
She was so cunning, so busy as she bounced and bobbed and turned..

Always looking for an encounter of another Robin too..
To steal and forage her site she has chosen carefully
to ensue..

Quickly her beak hits the moist green mowed grass.
As sudden as that .. Amazing, it was so Fast..

Home.. She the Robin, to the nest she returns..
To her  opened mouth babies to feed she regured..

Each one a morsel from her gullet she instinctively feeds..
Her babies so high on a branch in the neighbors maple tree..

Not long thereafter I heard The Robin's evening song..
Her melodious music for this day almost gone ..

I am so thrilled of this sight and this sound of this one Robin's
Story..
I saw a Robin Today and all Her
Magical Glory..



Patsy McNutt Morgan

FRIENDSHIPS: MEMORIES UNTOUCHED BY YEARS..

Friendships:  memories untouched by years

I close my eyes and there they  all are ..
My childhood  friends, still young without life's scars..

Fresh bright faces full of life and smiles..
Untouched by years of now uphill miles ..

How my sight is uncluttered by age..
Of those younger lives, eager to take on fate..

Dancing and chasing those first loves of ours.,
Breaking their hearts, leaving untold scars..

Oh we had it all , that ol' gang of ours ..
That's what we called ourselves, We were the stars!!

We took on school, fashion and life..
We had no sadness, hardship or strife..

Life was so simple back then when we were young..
We never missed a beat as we sang our prideful song.,

I close my eyes, and I still see those fresh faces..
So naive and cute and full of
natural graces..

We had it all and never missed a beat.,
Never knew battle that took others by defeat..

We just loved and laughed and left a trail of happiness..
Down our youthful road, none of life ruts or crevasses..

We were bonded together from the first day we met..
Those friends of mine our friendships solid and set..

I close my eyes and they are still there..
My lifelong friends never forgotten, I still care..

I will always cherish those friends of years gone by..
For I think of them still and I start to cry..

Years have been kind to each and everyone of you..
We shared some sadness and casualties, yes it is true..

We all still hold tight to each others hearts..
Never forgetting how we were bonded right from the start..

We get together from time to time..
Laugh and linger on those childhood memories sublime..

They still  hold a place in my heart.. that ol' gang of mine..
I just close my eyes and remember those younger times..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
04/27/11

This is for "The Ol' Gang"..
Nancy, Candy, Janet, Mary,
Mary Jane, Sue, Pat, and Patsy




Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY SMALL TOWN

My Small Town..

I am from a small obscure town..
Oh, I've been snickered at and put down..

But I am happy and blessed from whence I came..
No regrets, no real sadness just pure gladness, I proudly claim..

When I was young, had not a care in the world..
You would find me sitting on my porch step, watching life, as I knew it, so pure.

Carefree and simple are the words that come to mind..
When thinking back , living in that small town of mine..

My first Love, sitting in his car out on the curb on main street..
Making out, steaming up the windows in his old tan ford..
We weren't very discreet..

My mothers flashing the porch light.. My clue to come in from that car..
She was afraid of what the neighbors might think and how they would gossip..
"OH MY STARS"..

My friends would come by and we would sit on that porch step waiting for who knows what..
But sit we did, giggling and laughing.. Because we were
"ALL THAT"..

If we needed to go somewhere in that small town..
We'd walk.. Mile or block and didn't complain or frown..

As small town are, and ours wasn't any different..
Tongues wagged and gossip moved like a river's current..

But, I was young and really didn't care what the old ladies said ..
I was happy and glad to give a morsel for those old coots to chew on and be
fed..

Oh! Don't get me wrong.. I was not  a bad girl.. Not that kind or sort..
But it usually didn't take much to get the rumor mill started..
It was what they could conjure up and contort..

My small town still gives me happiness as I think back and remember..
The simple fun and laughter I had as I grew up..
When life was a dream as my memories I surrender ..

So once in awhile as I sit on my front step, I recall the old days..
When my family and friends would gather in our old front yard, and watch  our whole world pass..

AND WE WOULD WAVE...



Patsy McNutt Morgan

MY LEGACY OF LOVE...

I have no riches, no gold,
no mansions on a hilltop,
I've written my soul,
There was no way I could stop ..

My words I pour out from
 these thoughts deep inside me..
My thoughts are my gifts,
  to cherish, to keep ..

Remembering how I rocked
and cuddled you to sleep..
In that big rocking chair
in my bedroom I still keep..

Through hard times and bad
we went through so much..
We squabbled and fought
 like a family out of touch..

But in the end through all
those turmoils and strife..
We knew in reality it was
 what we called Life..

So read my dear children..
Read my words I have written ..
They are my Legacy of Love,
These words I've submitted...

I know you may cry
 as you read on this page..
I am no marvel, no beauty , nor
am I a sage..

I'm just your Mother,
my Love is immense..
It is hard to describe,
 not in  dollar or cents..

No house is too big,
not the  land that it's on..
Can begin or compare to
 this mothers  Love  song..

You were the beginning,
the  end of my life as I knew ..
My riches, my treasures,
 my loves,  as you grew..

So don't be sad when I'm gone,
my children, dear ones..
I'll be right there beside you,
as you read ALL my poems ..


Patsy McNutt Morgan

BIKING TO HEAVEN

BIKING TO HEAVEN..

If I could do just one
 little thing..
I would bicycle to
heaven, one summer or spring..
To visit my mother ,
my brother, my dad..
To see how they are doing,
to make me feel glad..
To see their faces
all shiny and bright..
To look at their splendor..
Oh , what a Sight !!
God 's made them all
happy with His heavenly glow..
Together forever with His
 love they do know..
I can only imagine as
I bike on this earth,
to visit my family
on God's celestial turf..
Biking to heaven would be
my ultimate pleasure..
To see family and friends,
where we'll all live forever ..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
Rewritten 08/06/25

ROCKED SANG AND PRAYED

ROCKED SANG AND PRAYED

I have an old rocking chair in
My bedroom..
A chair I rocked, sang and prayed from night and
Noon..
My children fevered brows and listless bodies slept..
My arms of Love in earnest
Kept ..
Soft songs of praise and hymns
With fervent prayers..
That God's heart I've touched with tears, He cares..
My spirit one with sickened child
At my breast..
With God so close.. His touch,
His Spirit entrenched..
Our bonded souls lifted to a higher plain..
His presence  real as I reach out
I feel no blame..
Just pure and untainted fearless calm..
He wraps the child with His healing balm..
There was and is no better place..
As I rocked and sang "Amazing Grace"..
My child lay rested and safe from harm ..
I placed within my Masters
Arms..
Save and secure, my faith
Renewed..
I search no more, my spirit
Viewed..
A taste of heaven's pure holy
Place..
My child rests as I  seek His face..

Those were memories I've kept in store..
The times I rocked and sang at heavens door..
He came to meet me with child I
Cried..
"Dear Jesus Heal and bless this
Child"..
He always answered with His "Still small voice"..
"I am here and I hear your every  prayer"
"Rest now mother" as He touched and cared..
"This child I Love more than even you"..
"I've come to heal and rescue, it is true"..
"For tomorrow will bring a bright new dawn"..
The fevered brow is miraculously
Gone..
Bright red cheeks are pale
again..
The child's broad smile and strength begins ..
With laughter and spirit refreshed within..

"Thank you Jesus".. I whisper and said out loud..
My faith remains forever
Proud..

I am now older and My children grown..
Their own children they have now
Bestowed..
I hope they remember those precious scenes..
Where we met and touched God's
Presence gleams ..
Wasn't it just yesterday I Sang Rocked and prayed..
When He came and met me,
I was not afraid..




Patsy McNutt Morgan

EVIL WAS SERVED TODAY * 05/01/11

Today evil was served..
The dark man died and the righteous preserved..

If for just a swift moment in time we Hail!!
"Evil was served today"..

The dark man was elusive for nearly ten years..
Hiding in caves while the world 
waited and trembled in fear ..

Commanding his Jihadist to kill and to mame..
Innocent people dieing, in his god's name..

I can not fathom his thoughts, 
he ruled with destruction and
Pain..
But one thing is certain and is now a known fact ..
"Evil was served today".. 

For a moment the world sighed a collective sigh of relief..
He is gone and will face God now, that is my belief..

He was evil incarnate as he ruled  with his terrorists
He tried and he would have loved to bury us..

So today, "We the People".. 
Rejoice and are happy..
The dark man is gone.. He no longer holds our hearts captive..

The earth has less evil, if for only a brief time. ..
 Let God's fury on evil, glimmer and shine...

"EVIL WAS SERVED TODAY"...




Patsy McNutt Morgan

Our Imperfections

I saw a video of a woman who had just lost her spouse .. 
She spoke of his imperfections,  he was not perfect, but not exactly a louse..

She spoke of his snoring, so loud while he lay sleeping beside her..
So loud and disturbing .. Shook the rafters .. It was such a curse.. 

As he lay dying, his breathing was labored..
She realized one thing as she now wished and savored..

No longer will I hear him beside me..
No sight or vision of him will there be..

She weeps now as she recalls those times of distress.. 
"I'll take his imperfections".. And wished she could see his face..

So remember, my children, when you speak evil of one another..
We live by grace and you must honor each other..

Take your bitter, unkind words to the Father..
Let him deal with you and your feelings.. He wants to be 
bothered..

There is a day we all face when your spouse may be gone.. 
You will be like this woman who mourns her husband.. His imperfections are 
done..

Learn to praise and thank God for each other..
The more you do this, you will be blessed by our heavenly Father..

We sometimes have to be dealt with harsh simple truth..
To open our eyes and realize we have become so uncouth..

So speak sweetly when you speak of each other..
God will bless and keep you .. I pray this prayer.. His Love, and for His 
Sovereign cover..

Mom



Patsy McNutt Morgan