Poems by Jac Judy A. Campbell

J-Is for Jesus he died for our sins
E-Is for Eternal life his promise to give
S-Is for Son of God the father of man
U-Is for United with him some day
S-Is for Savior the one who saves

C-Is for Christ he walked among man
H-Is for Heaven up above where he lives
R-Is for Resurrection he arose one day
I-Is for Immanuel he was also named
S-Is for Salvation someday will be mine
T-Is for Teacher to all mankind

I'm going where the rainbows glow
And the clouds will never cry.
The sun will sit upon the Earth
To warm the heavens with its shine.
Where the sweetest scent of the roses
Will be carried with the breeze
To mingle with the garden fruits.
The butterflies and the bees,
The birds will sing together,
And the nights will all be day.
The stars will forever twinkle
And the flowers will never fade.
So this is where you will find me
When my time on Earth is done.
I'll go to be in this great heaven
With all of God's chosen ones.

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.

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.

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.

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

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