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Final Bow

We are standing on a cliff now

Ready to take her final bow

"Come back! Come back!" I call

I don't want her to fall

"Come back! Come back!" I yell

but she can only see her hell

"Come back! Come back to me!" I scream

Oh, I wish it were only a dream

"Come back. Come back, please." I plead

as my heart is ripped open and I'm allowed to bleed

She looks all around

she looks up and then down

Her eyes become fixed and she edges closer

closer and closer

"No!" I cry

as my friend prepares to die

"Please God. No." I pray

as the sun sets on her final day

"God please save my angel from this life

Please rid her of her strife."

But my friend can't hear me now

As she just took her final bow.

Laura L. Watson

9-9-98

The Crying Rose

Thoughts and words swim in my head

tears bob in my throat

Sounds and emotions all in my head

None of them real as I lay here in my bed

Pictures and unshed tears

none of them real

but all of them hell

Drowning drowning

sinking sinking

dying dying

sleeping

Fears of days to come

fear of years gone by

All too real

all too gone

all not me

The hole in my chest I ask God to fill

the tears I ask not to need to cry

The heaviness of my body

the emptiness of my stomach

The lightning flashes and the thunder crashes

and I try to see the sun set

Morbidness and thorns

freezing snow and loneliness

The music floats over my body

My eyes are dying

my soul is crying

My mouth longs to dance

The thunder quiets

I wonder if the moon still shines so bright

Loneliness

total isolation

A longing to die

a refusal to give up

A prayer for an angel

a cry for love

A plead for hope from up above

The tears well up

and I ponder if they'll fall

But my mind goes too fast to stop and feel

If only I could laugh and dance

If only I could run and play

If only I could dream and fly away

But I'll turn off my light

and say goodnight

For today is gone

and tomorrow will come

And I...

and I will one day fly and dance and cry away this world

Laura L. Watson

1-28-99

Classmates '99

I see their eyes as they walk down the hall

They seem to have lost it all

With no respect and no self love

How are they suppose to believe it was from God above?

As their stomachs swell

society makes sure things are going well

Their soul starts to cry

as their mind is bombarded with lie after lie

And as the guys strut down the hall

they seem an overpowering wall

With condoms by their side

they think they're following all the rules they should abide

I see their eyes as they walk down the hall

They seem to have lost it all

With no respect and no self love

Don't they know God keeps giving from up above?

Laura L. Watson

2-6-99

God fills the instances

And He holds the years

The medic says "She didn't feel any pain

she was gone in a flash

never knew what happened

an instant fatal crash."

He hands me her cross

always hanging 'round her neck

I clutch it to my chest

and stare helpless at the wreck

We were telling jokes and laughing

she leaned over, said I love you

I looked into her eyes

Yes, dear, I know you do

And in that moment

faith made time stand still

She went home that day

God was doing His perfect will

Eternity began in that moment

for both of us in a way

Jesus took her home with Him

but said I had to stay

God fills the instances

and He holds the years

He made time stop

while counting all my tears

God filled that moment

nothing mattered to her at all

And He simply held my hand

as I began my hardest fall.

My heart was broken

I hurt so bad inside

I couldn't hear His words

I just laid down and died

God's words didn't make sense

how could He just take her home?

She was my angel here on earth

now I'm left here all alone.

I walked the streets at night

trying any way to mend my heart

God seemed a million miles away

my soul had been ripped apart.

But God said He wouldn't leave me

even in my darkest hour

He would hold me in His hand

and love me with all His power

During all those years

Through all I did and tried to do

Never once did God let go

all He said was I still love you.

God fills the instances

and He holds the years

He made time stop

while counting all my tears

God filled that moment

nothing mattered to her at all

And He simply held my hand

as I finished my hardest fall.

Though it wasn't easy

I knew I had to let her go

I had hit bottom

I was at my deepest low

God was standing right beside me

Right where He'd always been

He said "Son welcome back

Life can begin again."

Through all the years

when I was so lost

all was planned

He had spared no cost

He was bringing me back to Him

Though I couldn't really see

God was doing what was best

He had it worked out perfectly

So as you hear my story

remember the words God taught me to say

and know He is with you always

for every short and long step along the way

God fills the instances

and He holds the years

He made time stop

while counting all my tears

God filled that moment

nothing mattered to her at all

He simply held my hand

and pulled me up after my hardest fall

God fills the instances

and He holds the years

Sometimes it's hard to understand

when all you see is tears

Oh yes God fills the instances

and He holds the years.

a song by

Laura L. Watson

12-28-00

11:43pm

The Cross

the cross hangs poised

"forever" around her neck

She gets invited to the biggest party

and figures what the heck.

The clasp snaps

the cross clatters to the floor

No one seems to notice

she's just going to party some more

She jumps and she twirls

she drinks through the night

and the cross sits silently

It stays there until first light.

She goes to church on Sundays

as all good girls must do

Trying to remember the night before

but the memories are really few.

Then she snaps

and clatters to the floor

no one seems to notice

they're just going to party some more

She falls face first, too stoned to move

so she just lays by the door

And her eyes last focused

on the cross on the floor

Laura L. Watson

7-13-01

9:15pm

For Ariel in Burleson

pretty pretty girl

with her head hung low

pretty pretty girl

wish someone had told you so

pretty pretty girl

the boys come flying by

pretty pretty girl

some are mean, others just sly

pretty pretty girl

with her head hung low

pretty pretty girl

never could say no

pretty pretty girl

I see all your pain inside

pretty pretty girl

your eyes have never lied

pretty pretty girl

with her head hung low

pretty pretty girl

sure wish someone had told you so.

Laura L. Watson

9-29-01

1:30am

The Child and Woman Inside

Students are busy

busy busy busy

Gotta get the grades

gotta get the love

gotta get wherever we're going

no time to look back.

I'm leading the pack

I'm on top of the wold

I gotta get wherever it is that I'm going

I gotta get there first.

Then I see the child

out of the corner of my eye

walk softly by the door.

The child has come to me in a classroom day dream

dressed all in white

hair in golden curls.

But I can't find the child

she is just gone

and I don't even know where to look.

I walk along the halls

searching through the crowd of people

all seem to be content where they are.

But I can't find me.

I come to the cross section of the halls

and there she is

sitting criss-cross apple-sauce

waiting for me.

I look and see a woman coming down the opposite hall

dressed in a smart off-white suit of fine tayloring

hair professionally curled

God's woman.

The world slows to a silent pause...

She embraces the child

and the child embraces her

They hold on and never let go

the world stops as we become one

We hold close

never to let go again

We laugh and cry on each other's shoulders

we never speak a word

but we know one another

She kisses the child's forehead as if a mother would a found child

and yet holds her closer than a mother ever could

The child gigles her understanding.

And then the world moves by us

as the child and woman become one

as the past and the future meet inside of me.

Laura L. Watson

4-15-03

Your Story

When you hear his name and you can't

help but blush

And standing near him gives your heart

a rush.

When the world could stop spinning

and you wouldn't care

as long as you knew

he was there.

Then all of a sudden

you're tossed down from cloud nine.

And the sound of his voice

sends a shiver up your spine.

Your dreams are troubled your world is

a wreck.

But you haven't felt

the worst of it yet!

You see the tears running down his

face.

In the back of your head you're screaming,

"God, get me out of this place!"

Your arms ache to hold him, but

your broken heart is still sore.

Your mind says forgive him

Your heart says no more.

You think that you love him

You think what you once thought you

knew

Your brain is all messed up

and you don't know what to do.

The lies burned your ears

The false tears burn your heart

And it seems as if his mistakes

are tearing you apart.

And what happened to those days to which

your mind will often drift?

When your heart was his and his heart

was yours

They are now only memories

tucked safely in your mind.

and someday when your heart has healed

you can look back on them and smile.

But one question still remains

burning in your mind

"Was this awful thing love?

or a waste of my time?"

The answer is, it was neither.

But it was more than Puppy Love.

it was something sent to mold your

heart for the wonderfully sweet

thing they do call love!

Talitha Harris

1997

From the beginning of time, angels have sat around the throne crying HOLY HOLY HOLY. They didn't stop when Jesus was crucified, even as the Father had to turn His back on His only Son. And they didn't stop on Sept. 15, 1999 when God laid under that pew with me, crying. They still cry HOLY HOLY HOLY and one day, we will be with those who have gone before us and join in with the angels crying HOLY HOLY HOLY Holy is the Lamb, who was and is and is to come. HOLY HOLY HOLY.

Laura L. Watson

Sept. 17, 1999

Wedgwood Baptist Church