Who am I, I asked myself
I do not always know
Somedays I try to be another girl
Someone in fancy clothes.
I curl my hair all up
I put on my paint and then
I paste a smile upon my lips
Pretend I’m all-a-grin.
The whole world sees me just like this
All nice and pretty-secure.
But Lord, you see the inward parts
The heart and mind impure.
Thank you, Lord, for sending your dear Son
He cleansed and made me whole
I am your child, You’re my God
That’s all I need to know,
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Elizabeth Sprehe grew up in a small town where there was very little to do. To pass the time a way she began to doodle, this soon developed into the amazing gift of rhyme. After years of jotting down her poems Elizabeth has finally gained the confidence to share them with you. Please applaud her for publishing her first book A New Song at age 79.
Who Am I Reviews
Rhyme time? Do you like poems or little pick me up what some call helpful nuggets? If so, then this is the book for you. If you feel a little down and out or just looking for the right words to inspire you with that jump-start, then Who Am I is a perfect choice.
Who Am I isn't like a book you have to read to finish all at once it's one you can read when it calls to you? Who Am I is insightful for just when you need it? Get one, take it home and see today. – Reviewed by Carol
Elizabeth Sprehe delights us again with her amazing poetry filled with reflection on Who am I. Who are you is the question?
Find yourself in Who am I. Are you an "empty nester" in "the winter of my life" or maybe "January feels like Monday" or "this day is yours”? Wherever you are in life this poetry book will reach out and touch you filling you with joy and hope. – Reviewed by Janet
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A Brand New Song
I will not pass this way again
Nor tarry here too long
I’m going to another place
A place where I belong.
A land where milk and honey flow
And the streets are paved with gold
Where there will be no pain or death
Where I will not grow old.
There I will meet my Savior
And those who’ve gone before
We’ll worship God and sing His praise
Christ Jesus whom we adore.
When I see the pearly gates open
I will hear Him call to me
I’ll look beyond the Jordan’s bank
And His radiant face I’ll see.
I will not be down-hearted
I will shout a brand new song
I will be upon the golden shore
Upon the brand new morn.
So please don’t cry don’t shed one tear
I can’t tarry here too long
Cause I’m going to another place
A place where I belong.
Contact Lynn today and let’s begin crafting your perfect plan!
