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MY PRECIOUS - PRECIOUS SHINING STAR """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" WRITTEN BY S.C.MITCHELL DECEMBER 2013. Today - if you see me in the gutter - you may pass me by - Too busy to notice me - but - when I get up again - when I am on My feet again - You will see me then - no longer cast off and useless - No longer looking through eyes that cannot see the pretty baubles on the Christmas tree - but I will be shining soon - like the most beauteous star - And when I do - my friend - then I will shine brightly on your path - and Notice you - but only from afar . Did you ever know what it was to feel my pain - to lose the very Things I thought as gain ? - to love - and then to watch - as it trickled Through my hands - like many broken dreams - and shattered plans - Where memories were filled with shades of darkest blues - and sorrows Passing claim to all that once was good and true - now gone - with only Tears to mark the nameless graves - and Thoughts of you . There are no bottles that could hold the tears of all the sorrows of the Passing years - no reservoir to keep the salty brine than man has shed - Throughout all time - no record of the wrongs that may have caused the Bowing of the downcast head - that cannot see beyond the brokenness of Clammy mud - that swallows up each passing hour - and Nameless dread . BUT ........ If only you could see beyond the veil - the One who stoops to touch your Weary brow - to show how much He cares - the One who came in human flesh - born Just as we - to claim the souls of lost humanity - by dying - in our place - on Splintered tree - forsaken and bereft - and yet - He knew - that in the end the Price was worth it all - to bear such agony - to save us from the pits of Hell - to give us life eternally - and Make us new . So - when you see me rise again my friend - remember me - as one who Now is claimed to shine into the dark - and lead the lost and lonely - hurt and Bruised - back home again - into the arms of Him who is no longer hanging on a Tree - but standing on that lonely street - or by the bed of sickness - or out in The cold and rain - and calling tenderly - I hear your cry - so trust Me in your Hour of need - I have not forgotten you My child - but do you still remember Me ? You always were - and you still are - My very own - My precious - precious Shining Star . """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" I know that sometimes my poems have a meloncholy sense about them that may seem hard for some to grasp at this time of year , when we are celebrating such a joyous time of our Saviour's birth ... but , not all feel the same joy ... So, this poem is written for the lonely , the vulnerable , the destitute , who need to know that there is One who knows all about their plight , and is longing to reach them in their time of need .....and bring them to Himself. """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" GOD bless ALL my friends on PP with Happiness and Joy and Peace this Wondrous time . With love from Stella >< Vote for this poem
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