He stood alone In Pilot's Hall, The mob said, "Crucify,
they scourged His precious bleeding back and led Him up to die,
They placed the thorns upon His head,in mockery that day.
A purple robe they put on Him "Hail to the King", they did say,

He bore His cross up Calvary's hill, such shame he had to bear,
This treatment He received for love, they laughed and scorned Him there.
They nailed Him to the cross, with a thug, the cross went in the ground,
His flesh tearing from His precious body, but he never made a sound,

Then He cried out to his Father, "Why hath Thou forsaken Me?"
But His Father knew His mission was to win the victory.
Then the earth began to quake, for the time had been far spent;
for our Lord had won the victory, then the veil of the temple was rent.

But on the third day as He promised, He came back like He had said.
He rose victorious over death's power, as He came back from the dead.
So this promise that He made us, He'd come back to claim His own.
For He cleared our way to glory, Now we have a right to a heavenly home.

MILDRED STAMEY

When God made the earth, and He saw It was good,
He needed someone to see over the land.
so He made this form and He blew breath in it
and He called His creation, man,

God saw His creation would be lonely,
so He put his creation to sleep,
He took a rib from his side,
and when he awoke God had made him a help mate.

He named all the fish and the birds
and all the animals on that day.
Every tree that was in the garden,
was at his command to go or to stay.

There was a tree in the midst of the garden,
God commanded them not to eat or to touch,
for the price of their disobedience
was a price to pay, too much.

They would be thrown out of the beautiful garden,
never ever to return again;
Sweat of the brow, and the curse on the Woman,
was the price that they paid for their sin.

But for this sin that they had committed,
God made the first sacrifice;
to slay the animals ,and make skins for a covering
to hide the shame of their life.

So this should be a lesson to teach us,
to always obey God's command,
and never ever go against God's teachings
But always let Him hold to our hand.

MILDRED STAMEY

You pray for rain and wonder why
a drop won't fall from the sky.
Could God be telling us to stop and pray,?
take time to talk to me to day?

"I'll listen my child, I'm always here".
I want your company, I can see your tears;
But you must ask, I won't intrude,
For I would never force you, that would be rude,

But take time to talk to me today;
I sent the sunshine down your way.
I strung the stars up in the sky,
So just ask Me, you know I'm standing by......

MILDRED STAMEY

"Daddy, I never understood, Why we'd go so much as a child?
We'd go and sing at revivals, night after night
At eight or ten while you're in school,It really seemed so hard;
We'd be singing while the other children we're playing in the yard,

I know you tried to mold us, into the way you'd want us to be;
But you know Daddy, how children are, we were jolly and carefree.
We didn't realize at the time, you were doing this for our own good.
We tried to be patient, But not many children could.

I look back on all those days, that happened in yesteryear;
and long for the time as children, We were all huddled near,
And how daddy would go at the drop of the hat,to help someone in need,
and give his time and the very last cent for some hungry soul to feed.

He would start out on the road, with not a penny in his jeans,
and trust the Lord to supply the need, by someone who had the means,
I look back as we were called, for many funerals to sing, and every time
we'd go to help, lift their spirits, our voices would ring

Oh, for the days to be like that again, it would mean so much to me,
But Dad I know you'll be waiting for us, beside the Crystal Sea.
With guitar in hand and your song books out,
Waiting for your Family,

I wrote this in memory of my daddy Rev.Roy Shelton who has been an inspiration to me and a Wonderful Daddy....He was born Sept 26,1906 and was promoted to glory January 31,1979 (Ilove you Daddy).

MILDRED STAMEY

While browsing around on this fine day,
no rain was seen in sight;
I glanced at all the tables,
with items of things to delight.

I looked very carefully over things that were there,
"This blouse will fit Aunt Gail".
But the greatest thing I ever found,
was bought today at a yard sale...

I looked and found this little book,
amidst all the rest;
the covers were all stained with age,
something compelled me to look at the rest.

I opened the book to see the wear,
that was worn out thru the ages,
to my surprise,were sparkling white,
but on the outside was lined with yellow pages.

It made me think of what Christ done,
A story that's gone thru the ages.
Encased inside this precious book
with love that's written down on these pages.

These stories that were written down with love,
were purchased for a mere quarter.
Lost souls that were wondering and passing the time,
to keep everything in order.

I wonder why, this person, who once owned this book,
could turn loose from this book,or could ever fail,
But I found a gold mine while strolling that day,
for a mere quarter, at a yard sale.

MILDRED STAMEY

March wind has blown the April showers;
the rain washes the face of the earth.
A conception by Old Mother Nature,
To adorn the world with new birth.

The daffodil, the pansy and the crocus,
bring color to adorn her attire.
To show off her beauty that was sleeping,
hibernating safely under the stars,

A breath of Spring brings the robin strutting proudly,
for Mother Nature is busy with her work;
painting flowers on every hillside and every mountain,
never too busy or her duties never shirk,

When her work is complete and all is ready
and she sits back for her work will surely cease,
She'll win the prize the best of show to for all to see it
The Blue Ribbon, for her art "Her Masterpiece"

MILDRED STAMEY

Sneaky and subtle he lurks in the shadows,
and seeks out his luscious prey.
His cunning and sly entrapment
like a cowboy with his lariat at play,

Deceiving his adversaries,
and blinding them to his trickery;
just one strand at a time,
until they are woven into his tapestry.

satan is like that spider
weaving you up in his web;
blinding your eyes and deceiving your soul,
to his horrible hell,

Until our Blessed Redeemer
takes the veil of sin from your eyes;
Then you squash that deceiver under your foot
and tell him "That's what you get for telling me lies !"

MILDRED STAMEY

If Jesus came to your house today
would you invite Him In?
Or would you say to the Master
"You'll have to come again"

This time is not convenient;
we're busy with our chores,
another day would be much better,
and would you close the door ?

The Master is gently calling.
He wants you for a friend,
He paid the cost on Calvary
for all of the sinful men.

So if you feel Jesus knocking on your heart,
let Him take His abode inside.
The time is now, don't wait too long
while the door is open wide.

We have no promise He'll knock again
so cherish the time God gives;
and give Him your life and all of your time,
and your soul with Jesus will live.

MILDRED STAMEY

As a lad he walked in my footsteps,
every day he'd be close behind;
looking up to Daddy as his hero
nobody else was as good as mine.

Years go by those footsteps got slower
but the love I had never died.
Just the memories of that little boy
has made a great impression on my mind.

It reminds me of a venture I'd encountered,
as a child I stepped out on faith;
and I grasped the gold at the end of the rainbow,
The decision I alone had to make.

God has led me by faith, ever since that day,
decisions I have made on my own.
Those footsteps I followed as a child in my youth,
has led me to the foot of the cross....

MILDRED STAMEY

Wasted years, tortured children;
children suffering from neglect,
homes uprooted by such terror,
leaving minds a crippled wreck.

Watching earlier as we cradled
this cooing infant with much pride;
future dreams with great expectations
hurls our minds on a wild ride.

But time and memory won't erase it,
help from God Is the missing link.
Crying from our foolish decisions,
is a bitter pill to drink!

In the future things will be different,
but time will never erase the tears;
haunting memories of bad decisions
serenades our mind throughout the years.....

MILDRED STAMEY

I stood by as the potter,placed the clay on his wheel,
With his hands so firm and gentle,he molded the clay by it's feel,

With each turn of the wheel,and the Masters loving hand,
smoothing out all the rough places, marred by the error of human hands.

With each move the gentle pressure, molded into a vessel rare;
No two vessels were identical, never seeing an identical pair,

Tho' alike but very different, each had a design all it's own;
sitting in it's place of honor,like a king upon his throne,

We are vessels of the Master Potter, yielding to the Masters hand,
Yielding our life unto the potter, to form the vessels that He'd planned.

And when my vessel is completed, and thru the kiln of life, I stand the test;
sitting in my place of honor, beholding the Father I will be blessed.

And when my race on earth is over,and my work on earth is done,
I will bask In Heaven's beauty, With God the Father and his Son.....

MILDRED STAMEY

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