Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

When worries and fears I claim for my own,
When I feel helpless and all alone,
When my deepest memories come to mind
And all my sadness I leave behind,
Then yes, I'll go on laughing.
When I feel I'm going under with nothing
To hold onto,
When dark shadows cloud my senses,
My sadness and fears I'll be through.
When sweet, gentle ways have come to pass
And I get my fill of sadness at last,
Then yes, I'll go on laughing.
When I give up and go on living
And become wiser than I am,
I'll try not to cry tomorrow
So this heart and soul shall mend.
Then yes, I'll go on laughing.

Lord, help me be the Mother
You've chosen me to be,
One parent with a loving heart,
The mother of my three.

Give me wisdom and courage.
A righteous and faithful leader I'll be,
So I may live through you, Lord,
An example of good I may be.

Teach me patience and understanding,
Grant me compassion and kindness too,
So my daughters may desire a tender heart,
Being kind, forgiving, and true.

Help me show them the way to salvation,
Lord, and the value of their souls,
So they may sustain love, hope, and faith,
That will lead them on their pathway home.

Remind me to hold them tightly
And tenderly let them go
So they might feel my comfort and love
When at times they may feel alone.

And in our body's absence, Lord,
I'm praying they may know
The only need that they would have
Is what I've instilled in their heart and soul.

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.

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!

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.

I love you, my Valentine.
My Valentine, I do.
My Valentine, full of
Sweetness.
My Valentine, so true.
I love you, my Valentine.
My Husband, that's you.
My charming Valentine,
I'll always love you.

I believe there's a unique rose garden
Where a sturdy rose bush grows.
Among the twigs and branches
There sits a beautiful rose.
Though the stocks are strong and thorn-less,
The stems are never bare.
Here grows a large enchanting rose,
Her beauty so elegantly rare.
Standing out among the others,
Her uniqueness is heavenly fine.
A rainbow of many colors
Throughout her pedals are entwined.
In God's unique rose garden,
The rose will never wilt away.
The blossoms will bloom again and again,
And the rose will never fade.
In God's unique rose garden
It's a wonderous sight to behold,
To see the birth of eternal growth,
Where the rose will forever grow.

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the words I want to hear.
Love is growing with you and filling in the gaps.
Love is our tomorrows, our future, and our past.
Love binds the ties together and secures them with a knot.
Love is our plans that we outgrew and the ones that we forgot.
Love is what we've had together, all these blessed years.
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

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.

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.