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.

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

May we learn about Jesus and his time here on earth,
Understand his crucifixion and the miracle of his birth

May we read bible scriptures his word to obey
To use as a guide all the time day by day

Have church hymns to sing enough to fill up our souls
May we always seek righteousness for our spirit to be whole

Have God's blessings by numbers, have abundance of faith
Have convictions not many through God's saving grace

Say prayers to help others don't forget the amens
Find amazing guidance from God's loving hands

May we have praise in our hearts and rejoice in God's love
And seek our salvation from our Savior above.

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!

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.

My children, it's been a little while
And perhaps a lot more days,
So I'm sending you this message as
I have joyful things to say.

I'm here amid God's Glory Land,
A paradise home he made for me.
I'm amazed with all God's beauty;
His blessings I have richly received.

I feel no sadness or sorrow;
My heart is free from pain and grief.
I shed no tears; I am not alone.
God's given me forever peace.

I am singing with the angels now and
My garden is growing just fine.
My goodness! All these babies here!
I am sure they're all mine!

My doves are nesting in the roses now;
Oh, what a splendid sight to see.
My poems have all been framed in gold
For all God's children to read.

Oh, I finally found my long-lost friends,
For they weren't lost at all.
They must have left me far behind
When they heard their master call.

And my family that I missed so much,
I guess for me they could not wait,
For when I climbed those golden stairs,
They were waiting at the gate.

So I'll be here in God's Great Kingdom
Enjoying my heavenly home,
For my prayers have all been answered.
God's sharing his golden throne.