Bethany and Danalee have both been accepted to Campbellsville University, a Baptist University in Ky, about 2 hours from here. They are counting down the days until graduation from high school.
This is a poem Danalee did for a school project. It was to be from the viewpoint of something in the story she read. See if you can figure out what is the inanimate object that is speaking.....
In His Eyes
There is something in his eyes when he stares
A sense of longing
To be with the woman whose faceis printed on me
Eyes of love and lust.
Sometimes I feel his rough dirty hands
Begin to sweat when he grips me real tight
Sometimes tears fall down his grimy face
Leaving a clean line on his cheek where it washed the dirt away.
I always wonder what is going on in his mind
When he pulls me out of his damp overused wallet
To stare for hours.
In His Eyes
There is something in his eyes when he stares
A sense of longing
To be with the woman whose faceis printed on me
Eyes of love and lust.
Sometimes I feel his rough dirty hands
Begin to sweat when he grips me real tight
Sometimes tears fall down his grimy face
Leaving a clean line on his cheek where it washed the dirt away.
I always wonder what is going on in his mind
When he pulls me out of his damp overused wallet
To stare for hours.
Or sometimes just for seconds.
Something in this man’s eyes has changed
From eyes of love to eyes of hate
He has trouble looking at me anymore
He holds me over a flame until I become dust.
BT, our son-in-law of one year, is a musician who loves the Lord. He has written and recorded some praise songs. You can listen to some of them at:
www.myspace.com/btpickettmusic
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