It's All Over...

...but the crying now.

The duck is flying.
The hound is mad.
The election's over.
And, boy, I'm glad!

©9 November 2016 Suzanne G. McClendon

I think I am more glad than I've ever been for an election to be over with. I would like to think, now that it's over, the bickering will be over, too. But, I know now the second wave of arguing and nastiness starts.

My first choice didn't win. He withdrew quite some time ago. My second choice didn't win either. He withdrew quite some time ago, too. The same with my third and fourth choices. My final choice was a write-in candidate, Darrel Castle. He didn't win, but as I understand it, he made a pretty good showing in some states. Maybe next time there will be a Castle in the White House. :)

Have a blessed day, all, and may God bless America!

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Easter

Easter

A sweet little babe, born that silent night,
A sacrifice born, that we might see Light.
Two loving hands nailed to a tree,
A crown of thorns He bore for me.
Blistered and beaten, brutally maimed
OH! For my sins, I am so ashamed!

I lift my heart to you, my God, in praise,
And worship you in these our last days.
For my shame no longer must I bear,
It was taken from me as He hung there.
The most supreme Gift you have given to me,
When Your blessed Son was nailed to a tree.

The Russian and the Nazarene

The strong Russian in the red vest stares me down with eyes so clear they're dizzying;
I can't stand.
Pulling me in, using my weakness against me, making me fight again a battle long ago won.
How long can I resist?
The Russian rules my waking thoughts, promising comfort within, beyond the sting;
I can't hold on.
Quenching the thirst of my heart while dehydrating my soul, stealing my sanity.
Should I give in?

NO!

The gentle Nazarene with the blood stained garments and scarred hands, eyes so full of love,
He stands for me.
Pulling me in, using my weakness to grow me, fighting the battles I'm too weak to win.
He resists for me.
The Nazarene guides me, delivers the comfort promised, and silences the sting,
He holds me.
Quenching my heart, restoring my soul, calming my mind, with living waters,
I surrender to Him.

© 12 January 2012, Suzanne G. McClendon