Grace M. Jordan

Corsina, Texas, USA

Aunt Ethel needs a liver transplant or she will die. It could be you or me. Five children, ten grandchildren need her to live. We need your help. Please give! One dollar or two, nothing's too small. In appreciation for your donation, copy my poems, one or all. Please Help! Please hear our hearts cry. Please Don't Let Her Die.


Be Professional

Was told I had to be professional and that's the bottom line.
So that's the reason, here I set a cryin'.
Most professionals that I know, are uptight all the time.
Some professional are tense, they never have a smile.
Life seems to be all work, they never play after awhile.
I guess that's the reason they have lost their smiles.
People ask me for help every single day,
Maybe it's the smile, that makes the people say,
"You look like you're really friendly, could you help me today"?
I can be professional and let my personality shine through,
After all, it's my job, and what else is there for me to do?

Nobody Said It Would Be Easy

Sometimes life can be so tough, and it's hard to understand.
Life may seem to be so cruel and that you haven't got a friend.
Sometimes life knocks you around,
First you're up, then you're down,
There's no smile on the outside, only a frown.
Sometimes life seems so harsh and it's hard for you to stand.
Don't give up on your life, cause you still have a friend.
Nobody said it would be easy, nobody said life was fair.
Nobody said it would be easy, take it to Thee One, Who will care.

Officer's Prayer

Early in the morning the officer would pray,
"Help me, dear Jesus to lead someone to you today.
Let my life be a living example for you.
If not in my life, let my death bring others to you".
The gun shot was heard as it echoed through town,
As a bullet lodged within his chest, as he fell down.
God forgive me, he anxiously prayed,
As his blood flowed fast, right where he laid.
Bleak despair hung low for the officer, that day.
Yet he asked for the man, that had made him this way.
Last request was granted as the prisoner came into the room
The officer looking him square in the face,
Said, "You set your doom! You choose the place!
I forgive you for what you have done to me. Now I'm free.
Ask Jesus to forgive you. Where will you spend eternity"?
With his last breath, he uttered those words,
For those in the room, for years those words would be heard.
Till each gave their life to Jesus and He set them free.
Now in Heaven, all these men will be.

Memories

Lost my childhood memories many years ago.
There was something missing, I really wanted to know.
After twenty years, many memories came back to me at last.
Good ones, I'd like to keep. Bad ones, I wish would stay lost.

Friendship

The vase can be broken, and thrown away.
The flowers will soon wither and then decay.
Friendship can't be bought, borrowed or stolen.
Friendship that is Friendship, is worth its weight in gold.
Friendship is only friendship, when it's given away.
Won't you be my friend today?


All poems Copyright © 1997 Grace M. Jordan. All rights reserved.