Amie Dison Talladega, AL, USA

Amie has been writing songs and poetry since her early twenties. Two of her poems have been published by The National Library of Poetry. She is the wife of Randall Dison and the mother of three sons. A member of Liberty Christian Fellowship, she enjoys singing in the choir. Now an employee of Conoco Super Stop, she worked at the Daily Home for two years. The song, "Two Seas Collide," is dedicated to Wayne Hester and the congregation of Liberty Church.

Two Seas Collide Lord, I hurt, he said, daughter I heal Lord, I've failed you, he said, My blood forgives Lord, I'm weak, he said, I'll make you strong Just step inside my loving arms Lord, I'm falling, he said, I'll lift you up Lord, I'm a sinner, he said, You're cleansed by my blood Lord, I'm not worthy, he said Daughter I am you will inherit a robe and a crown. Lord, I'm dying, he said, My child you live Lord, I'm drowning, he said, My breath I give Lord, I'm selfish, he said, Leave that to me I will change you only believe. Lord, have mercy, he said, I always will Lord, I'm hungry, he said, My bread doth fill. Lord, I'm thirsty, he said, My fountain's not dry Why do you worry I'm in your life. When darkness surrounds you I am your light Your bank of Salvation where Two Seas Collide When strong waves wash over I'll drive them back I am your stronghold when the enemy attacks.

Who's Like the Lord? Jesus mends the heart of the broken-hearted child puts back the pieces of the confused ad shattered mind brings hope and sanity to the chaos of humankind Who's like, Who's like the Lord: Jesus brings contentment to the disillusioned soul fills the inward portal with a joy that overflows There will come a harvest for the precious crop he sowed. Jesus can change the nature and the sinfulness of man he is the firm foundation in this sea of shifting sand he's my anchor of salvation and the rock on which I stand Who's like? Who's like the Lord?

Garden Without Thorns In the Garden of my Lord Roses bloom without thorns petals never wither or tender beauty fade So when I'm resting in my coffin prepared for the grave do not shed a tear for me my soul is safe. All that I am asking is for you not to grieve I'm going to the flowering garden my Lord has prepared for me. In the Garden of my Lord there's a fruitful Olive tree sprouting from the seed of love roots of mercy reaching deep When my time on earth is over for my loss do not weep I'm headed for the thriving forest my Lord has prepared for me. In the Garden of my Lord there's a newborn butterfly wings once weak and wet are free to soar and glide So when I die do not grieve for my Lord will grant me riches of his wisdom to treasure eternally. I will leave this skin of flesh take upon a spiritual vest Life eternal will flood my veins for my Lord forever reigns. As my heart beats in harmony to the tune the angels sing I'll soar across the heavens on newborn butterfly wings.

All poems Copyright © 1997 Amie Dison. All rights reserved.