{"id":3342,"date":"2006-01-23T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-23T12:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/care-givers.com\/articles\/a-compilation-of-serena-crosslyn\/"},"modified":"2021-06-23T16:11:24","modified_gmt":"2021-06-23T16:11:24","slug":"a-compilation-of-serena-crosslyn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/care-givers.com\/articles\/a-compilation-of-serena-crosslyn\/","title":{"rendered":"A compilation of Serena Crosslyn"},"content":{"rendered":"
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He Big Man<\/b><\/p>\n

A little girl so small and shy,
\nAfraid of many men
\nResponded to a big man’s touch,
\nSeeing tenderness within.
\nHe was quite a tall man
\nWith a voice deep and gruff,
\nYet a smile and outstretched hand
\nFor that child was enough.
\nShe saw beyond the shadow
\nThat towered oft so high
\nWhile he found the little smile
\nShe’d hidden in her eyes.
\nFrom then on they shared a bond
\nEach time they shared a grin;
\nThe little girl once full of fear
\nBecame the big man’s friend.<\/p>\n

c) Serena Crosslyn 1998<\/p>\n

Mini Inspirations<\/b><\/p>\n

Thank you……<\/b>
\nYour love spoke loudly in every silent gesture.
\nThank you for understanding no words could ‘ve helped my pain.
\nBut love– now love can overcome great obstacles.
\nThank you for being there to help me overcome.<\/p>\n

Loss…..
\n<\/b>Unfortunately in life there’s losing
\nIn losing there is pain.
\nMy heart meets yours in sorrow
\nUntil smiles can come again.<\/p>\n

c) Serena Crosslyn 1991<\/p>\n

A Journal Moment<\/b><\/p>\n

I sit here in the sleeping stillness
\nWith others all around,
\nAnd as I sit I am aware of
\nThe tears that are flowing down.
\nWhy they fall, I’m not sure,
\nOr when that they will cease.
\nThere’s just so much I’m feeling-
\nGuess it’s just my way of release.
\nI know I’m blessed, yet I am sad-
\nMy mind’s filled to the brim.
\nI push these things aside all day,
\nNo time to dwell on them.
\nThen darkness overtakes the light
\nFamiliar sounds are silent,
\nSo the enemy of thought sneaks out–
\nOh why must it be so quiet??<\/p>\n

c) Serena Crosslyn 1990<\/p>\n

Dear God<\/b><\/p>\n

What would I do without you,
\nYou’re so constant and so true.
\nYou know all that’s in my heart,
\nAnd the struggles pulling me apart.
\nPlease Father, please take them away,
\nI can’t handle them another day.
\nI feel so selfish and so alone,
\nI wish all the sorrow and pain were gone.
\nLord, give me the strength I need today,
\nSend me the words I need to say.
\nLift me up, God, to start again
\nIn the name of your Jesus I pray,
\nAmen<\/p>\n

c) Serena Crosslyn 1978<\/p>\n

Praising<\/b><\/p>\n

Thank you, Jesus
\nThank you, Jesus, for dying for me,
\nSo that I might live.
\nThank you, Jesus, for setting me free
\nBy love you freely give.<\/p>\n

Thank you, Jesus, for raising up
\nAnd leaving death’s cold tomb,
\nThank you for making a way for
\nSinners like me to come home.<\/p>\n

Thank you, Jesus for blessing me
\nWith more than I deserve;
\nThank you for the saving grace
\nI have when I leave this earth.<\/p>\n

c) Serena Crosslyn 1977<\/p>\n

Angel’ Heart:<\/b><\/p>\n

I look at you, but I don’t cry
\nTho’ I’m so afraid you’re going to die
\nI watch each breath your tiny body takes
\nI watch your struggle-my own heart breaks.<\/p>\n

You’re much too small – this cross to bear
\nI pray God guides me in your care.
\nYou smile at me – so pure and sweet
\nLove fills my heart with every beat.<\/p>\n

I’d take your place, if I only could
\nI’d give my own life -please know I would
\nBut all I can do is beg you to fight
\nI know it’s hard – but please, Baby, try.<\/p>\n

c) Dec. 1980 Serena Crosslyn<\/p>\n

For You, My First<\/b><\/p>\n

You are all grown up, my Precious
\nThough I can’t believe it’s true;
\nIt seems like only yesterday
\nThat my arms first held you.
\nThe first sweet baby to fill my womb,
\nThe first to flutter deep inside,
\nThe first to meet your happy mommy
\nAnd fill my heart with pride,
\nThe first to cuddle as we rocked
\nUntil you fell asleep,
\nThe first to say your little prayer
\nAnd ask your soul to keep.
\nYou were the first to say my name,
\nThe first to kiss goodnight,
\nThe first to teach so many things
\nAnd always get them right.
\nThe first to tach me many lessons
\nWith the wisdom of a child,
\nThe first to make things brighter
\nJust by giving me a smile.
\nThe first to learn your ABC’s,
\nAnd learn your colors, too,
\nThe first to hug and kiss good-by
\nAnd bravely go to school,
\nThe first to date, and graduate
\nThen be a college girl,
\nThe first to move away from home
\nOutside of Mama’s world.
\nNow the first to pledge your heart
\nAnd give it to another,
\nPlease know how proud I am of you,
\nHow blessed to be your mother.<\/p>\n

c) 2000 Serena Crosslyn<\/p>\n

What Love Costs<\/b><\/p>\n

Dear God, I know you’re perfect
\nAnd you keep us in your care,
\nThat you promised not to ask us
\nTo endure what we can’t bear.
\nSo I’m having trouble understanding–
\nLord, I think there’s someting wrong,
\nBecause this load just feels too heavy
\nAnd I’m too tired to be that strong.
\nI try so hard from day to day
\nTo meet each painful loss–
\nBut the price just climbs higher;
\nJust how much will loving cost?<\/p>\n

Dear Child, please listen to me;
\nIt’s true there’s something wrong.
\nI told you that you could endure,
\nBut I did not say you would alone.
\nI didn’t say it would be easy
\nOr that life would hold no pain;
\nI just promised to see you through it
\nEach time that you called my name.
\nAnd dear one, I know very well
\nJust how much that loving costs–
\nBecause I’ve lost and know the pain;
\nThat was my child on the cross.<\/p>\n

c)1980 Serena Crosslyn<\/p>\n

A Child’s Sight<\/b><\/p>\n

Bless the eyes, dear Lord, I pray
\nThe ones that sparkle at me today.
\nHeal them, Father, with your care
\nBefore they hold a blinded stare.
\nKeep them big and round and bright,
\nPlease I beg, protect her sight.
\nShe’s just a little girl, you know
\nWith hopes and dreams of where she’ll go,
\nAll the things she wants to see,
\nAnd when she’s grown, what she’ll be.
\nForgive if this prayer’s a selfish one,
\nTeaching us how to be strong.
\nAnd if indeed her sight departs–
\nKeep her seeing you in her heart.<\/p>\n

c) 1998 Serena Crosslyn<\/p>\n

A Mother’s Heart<\/b><\/p>\n

A mother’s heart is so complex
\nThat loving simply is reflex.
\nIt loves until it almost bursts.
\nIt can cherish even the pain of birth.
\nIt feels the joy in every smile;
\nIt makes ordinary be worthwhile.
\nIt never stops, come what may–
\nA mother’s heart is there always.
\nIt boasts, it hurts, it laughs, it cries,
\nBut never, ever, does it die.
\nGod’s design unlike any other
\nIs the heart that’s only found in Mothers.<\/p>\n

c) 1998 Serena Crosslyn<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The next one was written by one daughter at age 11, when we lost the foster child that was and will always be our youngest child. The loss of a child affects not just the parents but the siblings that have invested their heart and soul in loving something that is taken away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A Kiss<\/b><\/p>\n

When she wakes up in the morning and has a happy grin,
\nBlow her a kiss for me, Lord, and let her feel it within.<\/p>\n

When she’s walking all alone, with no one by her to stand
\nBlow her a kiss for me, Lord, softly on her cheek to land.<\/p>\n

When she’s playing outside and she falls on her knees
\nBlow her a kiss for me, Lord, and let her crying cease.<\/p>\n

When she’s sick and she needs someone to hold,
\nBlow her a kiss for me, Lord, and let it heal her cold.<\/p>\n

When she’s ready for bed and lays her head down
\nBlow her a kiss for me, Lord; let it her heart surround.<\/p>\n

When she’s saying her little prayers, wondering if I care,
\nBlow her a kiss for me, Lord, to show I love her anywhere.<\/p>\n

c) 1998 Skye<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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