The Front Porch Swing

Straight from the Heart

The Front Porch

There’s nothing special about it at all. Sometimes it squeaks. Sometimes it houses wasps and hornets. Several times It’s even crashed to the porch with me in it! Yet, the old, country swing, with its rusty chains and layers of paint, holds a treasure chest of memories. It’s where I take my morning coffee, listen to the birds, and meditate. It’s where I talk to God, laugh and cry, and reminisce. But, my fondest memories are swinging with my grandchildren, talking and laughing, imagining ourselves soaring high above the clouds on Mrs. Eagle’s feathered back. At nightfall we’d gaze into the starry sky, listen to the frogs, and watch fireflies. When I’d finally oblige them with a scary story, they’d jump off the swing and scurry into the house.

My oldest grandchild, Brandon, now twenty-two, wrote me this beautiful poem, On the Front Porch, Swingin’. I thank God for reminding…

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Redeemed!

Straight from the Heart

The Cross

Redeemed!

Sugar and spice and all that’s nice

That’s what Eve was made of,

And placed in the Garden of beauty and charm

To bask in the warmth of God’s love.

Then along came a serpent so charming and sweet

With a hellish mission in mind,

To crush and destroy the apple of God’s eye,

And to rob her precious soul blind.

How foolish was she that fateful day

When she ate from the forbidden tree,

And stripped herself bare of God’s righteousness

For all eternity.

But even before He formed the clay

God had a plan for man-kind,

To redeem and restore our broken soul,

And give us life sublime.

He sent to earth His only Son

To die on a splintered tree,

To wash away sin’s ugly stain,

And set our spirit free!

Sandi Staton

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A Coat of Many Colors

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A Coat of Many Colors

This poem came to me one quiet morning during a moment of meditation. Suddenly, across the screen of my imagination, flashed a brightly colored robe . . . a token of Jacob’s love for his son, Joseph. This robe symbolized a position of honor and esteem. “I wish I could have known a father’s love like that,” I thought enviously. Then, like a gentle breeze, I felt the cloak of God’s love wrap around me, reminding me that I am precious to Him. All the finest and brightest treasures of this world pale in comparison to God’s unfailing, unchanging, unconditional love for humankind!

A Coat of Many Colors

With loving care and tenderness, my Father made for me a coat of many colors for all the world to see. He didn't have to tell me; I saw it in His face, this coat of many colors must ever be worn…

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I Believe in Miracles

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Desktop Designs Miracles

I Believe in Miracles

Battered and bruised was my bleeding heart

embittered by Satan’s poisonous darts

Anger and rage consumed my soul

like a blazing fire burning out of control

Fear and anxiety battled within

waging a war I could never win

I can’t take it anymore I cried to the Lord

then like a rag-doll I crumpled to the floor

God knelt down beside me and I felt His touch

I never knew that He loved me so much

He changed my life forever that day

when He cleansed and washed my sins away

Once I was blind but now I can see

because God worked a miracle in me

Sandi Staton

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Silence is not Always Golden

Straight from the Heart

Silence

Maybe it was his up-bringing; his alcoholic dad; his parent’s divorce. Maybe it was WWII. Maybe it was the so-called friend who sold his cabinet shop while he was fighting the war. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Whatever it was, I’ve spent a lifetime trying to figure it all out. Like: why did he just sit and stare? What was he thinking about? What did he see? Why didn’t he want to talk to me? Why did he move so slowly and always look so sad?

He was a good man. Didn’t drink. Didn’t cuss. Didn’t scream and yell and never, ever lost his cool. He was gentle and quiet and patient and sometimes extremely humorous. Yet, I was afraid of him. Afraid of doing something wrong. Afraid of his scornful frown. Afraid of making too much noise, asking too many questions, sitting on his lap, hugging his neck. Afraid of his cold…

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Yesteryear

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Bluebird Garden

Yesteryear

 Has it really been that long ago

that I was but a child

Was it yesterday or the day before

I was running free and wild

I’m sure I heard my mother laugh

and daddy walking in the door

And didn’t I just catch a glimpse

of my brothers playing on the floor

I know I can’t be dreaming

It seems so very real

I felt mom’s touch I heard her sing

I saw her preparing a meal

There’s Barbara bringing in firewood

and stacking it on the hearth

And mom’s clearing off the table

and gathering dishes to be washed

Then suddenly the memories fade

like ashes in the wind

and leave behind a dusty trail

I can never walk again

But tucked away within my heart

Are memories I hold dear

Of another life another time

Another yesteryear

Sandi Staton

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Loving Hands

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Loving Hands

Loving Hands

Standing all alone one night

I felt nobody cared.

My mind was deeply troubled

and my heart was in despair.

Life seemed so cold and lonely

as I walked its rugged path,

so deeply troubled I became

that it was hard to laugh.

Then one day I met a Friend

with gentle, loving eyes.

His voice so softly spoken

that I began to cry.

He said He understood my pain

cause He’d been there before.

He told me of His precious love

and the lonely cross He bore.

He stretched forth His nail-scarred hands

and brushed away my tears.

My broken heart He mended

and cast out all my fears.

He placed His hands upon my head

and healed my troubled mind.

He swept away the darkness

and gave me peace sublime.

My heart is no longer lonely,

my mind is no longer in pain.

Life is so…

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Don’t Know Why

Straight from the Heart

Winter Scene Cowboy

Don’t Know Why

Don’t know why the twists and turns

our paths so often take

Don’t know why blue skies turn gray

and cause our hearts to break

Don’t know why when a babe is born

it’s left alone in in the dark

With no one to love and hold it close

and comfort its fearful heart

Don’t know why love comes and goes

like the changing of the wind

Don’t know why our time on earth

is over before it begins

Don’t know why the if’s and but’s

that oft come in to play

Don’t know why a loving word

is oft so hard to say

I guess it’s not for me to know

the why’s of every day

But to walk in faith and trust that God

will lead me all the way

Sandi Staton

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