Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

I prayed for the Lord to bless me
With someone special for me to love,
A woman to have and cherish,
A faithful treasure from above.
Then soon God sent you to me,
Someone to join my life.
A blessing to have and hold forever,
A friend, mother, and wife.
So God sent to me from heaven
The answer to my prayers
And changed my world forever
Through the abundance of love we share.

Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts.
Little green bugs and bicycle parts.
Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt.
A boy is a boy for all he is worth.

Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots.
Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot.
Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes,
A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two.

Little red wagon, scraped up chins,
Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans.
A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout.
Into mischief but truly a scout.

Old clubhouses, flying a kite,
Up a tree, a fall on the bike.
Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts.
A boy is a boy when his dukes are up

Is there a window In heaven Lord?
A window to look out and see
From a window up above Lord
For my loved ones to look down on me

Oh Lord what a wonderful comfort
If I could only know,
Through a window they could see me
To watch me down below.

They would see I really miss them,
I remember them all the time,
They would know how I long to see them,
And they will see I'm doing fine.

They will see I have God's blessings,
He watches over me all through the day,
They will see I'm beginning to smile a little
And laugh along the way.

They will see I talk with pride Lord,
Whenever I speak their names.
And they will see my life without them
Will never be the same.

They will see my thoughts are always  with them,
Their memories are entwined around my heart,
They will see I'm preparing to meet them soon,
Never again to part.

So Lord is there a window in heaven?
For the ones you've taken from me.
A window up in heaven Lord,
A window to look down on me.

Father, I thank you for the days and nights,
And thank you for this warm morning light.
For food and shelter, for your loving care,
And for all in this world that is good and fair.
Help us to be gentle, honest and true,
To show more kindness in all that we do.
To smile and be pleasant in all that we say,
To grow more loving each and every day.
To lend a helping hand, help others in need,
And to love one another as you have loved me.

Thank You, Father
Amen

C----Christ born upon this earth
H----Hallelujah, praise God for his birth
R----Rejoicing our Lord has come
I-----Immanuel, God's chosen one
S----Star shining brightly from heaven
T----Treasures and gifts Christ was given
M----Mother Mary who bore us God's son
A---- Angel, God's messenger from above
S----Savior - and Sins Christ has forgiven

Who is the one who loves us all
And never denys us when to him we call
Who never fails us through right or wrong
And picks us up when we might fall
His name is God

Who is the one to whom we pray
And answers our prayers night and day
Who eases are sorrows and relieves our pain
And in his arm we will remain
His name is God

Who is the one who gives us strength
And lifts us up when we grow weak
Who teaches us we shall not forsake
And for his abundance love we seek
His name is God

Who is the one who forgives our sins
And promises we shall forever live
Who is the one who lightens our load
And fills our hearts with faith and hope
His name is God

If I didn't know where you came from,
If you had a different name,
Or perhaps you were a different color,
I would still love you the same.
If you lived up in the sky, or maybe in a tree,
If you could not laugh or even smile,
If your eyes they could not see.
If you could not walk upon your feet,
If your fingers were your thumbs,
If you could not sing a song so gay,
I would still love you the same.
If you were a little boy or
Maybe someone else,
If your legs they couldn't run and play,
Nor could you hear nor speak your name,
If you did not love me as I love you,
I would still love you the same.

He's not a scented flower
That fades from day to day,
Nor is he a dozen roses
In a beautiful glass bouquet.
He's not a pound of candy
Or a meaningless silly card.
His words speak blissful feelings
Of his magic spark and charm.
He's not made of pretty paper
That is torn and tossed away.
He's tough and tender a man,
Of all men,
He's my Valentine every day.
He doesn't quite taste like chocolate.
He's yummy and sweet as can be.
Nor is he a wine-and-dine-me guy.
Home cooking is more his speed.
He's not a fuzzy stuffed animal
That lays about all day.
He's round and soft, my own teddy bear
He's cuddly in every way.
He didn't come wrapped in tissue,
Nor colorful glittery gifts.
He's wrapped in the thrills and passion,
In the arms of the life he lives.
He's not much on jewels and diamonds, 
As he says for him I'll always shine.
He's always my straight-shooting Cupid.
He's my everyday Valentine.

Mom,
When I was just a little tot, I followed after you.
I asked to help by saying, "Me do, me do, me do."
I suppose I was a nuisance, a problem in many ways,
But I hung around and learnt from you
Like most little girls would do.
For years, you showed me love and care
And taught me right from wrong,
But now the years have passed us by,
And the little girl years are gone.
Now it's my turn, Mom,
To give you love and care,
To do for you what you did for me
When I followed you everywhere.
I'll comb your hair,
I'll help you dress,
And I'll even tie your shoes.
I'll paint your nails,
I'll help you eat, and I'll tell you a story or two.
I'll sing to see you happy, I'll give you lots of hugs,
I'll take your hand to keep you safe,
And I'll tell you how much you're loved,
And when you follow after me and become
A nuisance in many ways,
I'll give you lots of love and care,
As you did in my little girl days.
They say that mom and child trade places,
And that may very well be,
But as long as God allows me to live,
I'll take care of thee.