Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

I've loved and worshiped my whole life long,
I've lent a fair hand now and then.
I've praised the best, I've prayed for the rest.
I comfort the lonely once again.

I've been strong in my faith, I've lived by your word.
Lord, I've obeyed your commands.
Now my body and soul are long overdue,
So Lord, will you take me home too?

Lord, you've taken home the weak, you've taken
The strong, you've taken the old and the new.
You've taken the ones that I've loved the most.
So Lord, will you take me home too?

My dear husband I miss, all my friends have gone on.
I've noticed you called them home too.
There's no one familiar I see around me,
So Lord, will you take me home too?

Don't leave me behind in this crazy old world.
I'm not wanting to stay here alone.
I've prepared myself to meet you real soon,
So Lord, will you take me home to.

As the twilight fell on the new crispy morn,
She grew still with a small peaceful smile.
My prayers have been answered and it's not too soon.
My Lord is taking me home too.

How sweet is the fragrance of the roses
And a bite from the apple pie
The blossoms that bloom in the springtime
And a wink from your love ones eye

How sweet is the nectar from the honey bees hives
And music from the birds that sing
A hug from a child, a warm embrace
And the smell from a new falling rain

How sweet is the first kiss that lingers
The whisper in your ear I love you
Sweet juicy syrup from the maple tree
And the scent from the lavender perfume

Oh for this world is much sweeter
With the sweetness floating all around
It makes the world a sweeter place
And helps keep the world turning round

I didn't take a chance, so to speak
We're just following God's lead
He asked me if I would marry him
Holding hands on bended knee

He said that he would care for me
With pleasure meet my needs
He vowed to live a Christian life
And I had faith in him to believe

I remember when he whispered
It's not so much about desire
It's how our hearts beat deep inside
That sets our soul on fire

He told me he would cherish our love
And protect me as long as he lived
We would walk together forever
Until our journeys end

I knew he wouldn't cheat on his taxes
Or even cheat on me
For honesty shines bright and clear
For all God's world to see

I knew he wouldn't neglect our children
For they've been grown for quite some time
So tying a knot together would
Strengthen the ties that bind

I trusted he wouldn't desert me
When I crumbled and fell apart
For as he said what matters is
That he still held my heart

He'll be much more than spoken words
He'll be my trusting guy
Much more than luck or magic
Much more than meets the eye

So we're not taking chances
While in this world we'll be
We're sincerely counting blessings
And we're just following God's lead

How can we doubt God's wondrous love
And see a pure white flying dove.
A ray of sunshine from the sky
A tiny baby peacefully lies.
See the puffy clouds among the blue
And watch the golden poppies bloom.
Hear the charming song the blue birds sing
The joy and laughter little children bring,
A loving smile on someone's face
A rainbow appearing anyplace.
How can we doubt God's wondrous love

A fine lady.
So gallantly strong,
She stands for the good,
The righteous, and God.

At a small little church she faithfully arrives.
She walks quietly about as she silently sighs.
She greets with a hug with outstretched hands.
"How are you doing today? Glad to see you," she says.

I gently embrace her and ask, "How are you doing?
You look pretty today."
With a sad glow in her eyes, she says,
"It's been kinda rough,
But our God's on my side,
And I'm hanging in tough."

With a soft smile on her face, she sits in a pew,
Among family and friends and others she knew.
She graciously prays with her head slightly bowed,
Singing God's hymns with a soft whispering sound.

As she rises to leave, I squeeze her arm and say,
"You look so beautiful and much better today."
She speaks with a quick grin as she touches my cheek
And replies with a voice that's suddenly weak.
"It's a little rough, but you know me,
I'm hanging in tough."

She faithfully arrives at the little church
One last time.
She was carried by loved ones
And friends by her side,
A bouquet was placed on the pew
Where she once sat,
With flowers and ribbons and banner that read:

God's taking me home.
His ride won't be rough,
For my days are all over for me.
Hanging in tough.

I can't call you my Father,
And you're certainly not my Pop.
I wouldn't call you PaPa
Because to me you're certainly not.
I can't call you my Pappy,
Nor could I call you Dad.
You're definitely not my Daddy.
One of these I already have,
But I can call you Honey.
My best friend I have in you.
A loving caring husband,
A gent who's kind and true,
My guy of tender gentle words
You place within my heart.
The one who's strong and steady
And has been from the start,
A man that's more appreciated
More than I can ever say.
I'm saying this to wish you
A special Father's Day!

In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a certain someone,
Too soon for us to part.

To walk along beside you,
To me would be just fine.
To touch a cheek, to see a smile,
Even hold your hand in mine.

I want to be with you always
And forever have you near,
To share a tender need,
Take you in and hold you dear.

There's a special feeling,
Sometimes too strong to bear.
By loving you, I wonder
If I've had more than my share.

There's an aching emptiness
Deep inside of me,
For to realize what I want
Just may never be.

The time is slipping past us,
For which we dread to part.
I'll carry you with me always
And forever in my heart.

Now the time has come
For you to go away,
But I'll take comfort with the thought
That you'll be back someday.

Like a fire quickly burning
Laying
Touching
Loving
Passion burning, our hearts
Yearning
Desires fulfilling
Two hearts joined as
One heart beating
Can it
Will it
Ties be binding
Growing
Sharing
Caring
Making memories
Teardrops falling
Smiles be laughing
Running
Sharing
Catching
Time that's flying
Days be passing
Moments spent a
Lifetime happening
Is It?
Must be always forever
Our love

In a tall oak tree, on a steep rugged hill
Sit's a small contented bird
She's a singing Whip-Poor-Will.
All though she's small in size
She sings a chanting shrill,
As we listen to her calls
From the echo of the hills.

On a warm summer eve,
It gives me such a thrill,
Listening to the calls from the
Chanting Whip-Poor-Will
Though she is very hard to see,
She is easily to hear
As the chanting of her songs,
Is like music to our ears.
As we listen to the calling,
Of the singing Whip-Poor-Will.