Pam Warden

Salem, Oregon

Pam is a creator of Christian games for children and adults. She was an Executive Secretary for 20+ years and now enjoys being self-employed. Jesus Christ is the focal point of her life, and she is an active member of her church. Pam is devoted to her husband of 31 years, her two wonderful sons, and their loving families. Her grandchildren have a special place in her heart. Pam has had her works published by The National Library of Poetry (in several anthologies and also recorded in The Sound of Poetry) and by the Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum. She says, "When I write a poem, I try to paint a picture with words. When I feel passionate about the topic, the words just seem to flow.

Come To Jesus

Emotional scars wrack every nerve
Circumstances quite undeserved,
Pillow tears soak strands of hair
The mind gives way to deep despair...
Come to Jesus.

The physical body writhes in pain
Every movement masked by strain,
Once limber, lean, and full of life
Now imprisoned by disease and strife...
Come to Jesus.

The soul cries in despondent grief
Prayers rise to God for some relief,
Unanswered questions pound the mind
Heaven and heart seek to align...
Come to Jesus.

He loves you more than life itself
He gave up kingdoms, power, and wealth,
His blood was shed upon a cross
To redeem the world and save the lost...
Come to Jesus.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and
only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish
but have eternal life." John 3:16

The Holy Bible, New International Version

Nana Loves!

His sweet, young voice beckons me
I glance in his direction,
Dragging on the floor I see
The froggy game collection...
Nana play!

His favorite book is in my lap
He squirms on well padded knees,
Stalling for time before his nap
His soft voice gently prompts me...
Nana read!

Excitedly he rushes past
The other children playing,
His little legs are climbing fast
And as he slides he's saying...
Nana watch!

He waves at me and says goodbye
With tears flowing in sorrow,
His mother tells him not to cry
You'll be with her tomorrow...
Nana waits!