Yesteryear

Straight from the Heart

 

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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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Author: Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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