Soften His Heart

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ID: 598590   (Rated: 13+) TRADITIONAL POETRY CONTEST  A place for you if you like to read or write Traditional Poetry by SHERRI GIBSON LUVS SP

This man is blessed to have my neighbor/friend as his niece as she was the only relative to come to his assistance when he went in the hospital November 2004 and Hurricane Rita 2005. She has 4 little dogs of her own and kept and cared for his 3 Boston Bulldogs for two full weeks. When she visited him daily in the hospital, he, one particular day, slapped her across the face for unknown reasons. She lovingly made excuses for him that fear and medication were the underlying reasons.

I felt he should have begged her forgiveness but he wouldn't even come close. This was written as if she were writing it and in green because it's Diane's favorite color.

Written in 12-12-12-12

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He's angry all the time, especially at me,
I try hard to please him, so why Lord, can't he see?
He's my mother's brother, she loved him very much,
But Mama's gone Home now; he cannot know her 'touch'.

I took her place and go on . . . in her loving way,
Doing all I can do . . . to make it all okay.
Hateful, insulting with an ugly tone of voice,
But he's mother's brother; I have no other choice.

My mom wanted him happy, full of peace and joy,
But he's full of rage now, which only will destroy.
Nasty remarks are hurled, which paralyze my heart,
But each day that He gives me is a brand new start.

He's physically lashed out and hurt kids with his hands,
Wouldn't ask for anything, makes his wants demands!
I never heard a "thank you" or a whispered "please",
Or "you mean a lot to me," his voice makes me freeze.

His mouth is legendary; has no friends at all,
I prepare myself mentally when I take his call.
He's never said,"I'm sorry," or "Yeah . . . I was wrong,"
Please dear God, make him see . . . it's gone on way too long.

Today he's in surgery, for his damaged heart,
Please God allow him back . . . to make a fresh new start.
We'll forgive the stinging words, hold our arms out wide,
Forgetting the nastiness . . . all the times he lied.

Let the Holy Spirit come, and slip deep inside,
Making him remember . . . why Jesus came and died.
While he's under anesthesia, no one will see,
If You'll just change that heart to house some sympathy.

This love for him is really Mother's hand-me-down,
Please let him know it now before he's in the ground.
Precious Lord come and forgive, all the sins he's done,
Show him the better life with God's beloved Son.

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