I Love You

Jesus

For Our Dear Sweet Lord



I would Like to dedicate this page to the most wonderful person that ever lived.

He

Truly is King Of Kings

Poems by Sybil Shearin






My Hero

Did you know He is my Hero?
Did you know He died for me?
Did you know He shed His precious blood that I might live free?
Did you know I love Him so?

Oceans may flow forever to the sea
Mountains may reach the heavens
But He has created it all just for me.
He has given me life eternal.

Did you know He was beaten?
Did you know He was an innocent man?
Did you know He accepted all my sins?
Did you know He is the only ONE that can?

Did you know He longs to hold me tight?
Did you know He cries when He sees me hurting?
Did you know He watches over me day and night?
Did you know He is my hero always waiting?

Did you know He is your hero too.
All He did for me, He will do for you.
Did you know His name is above every other name?
Did you know He never changes, always the same?

Did you know He holds your life in His hands?
Did you know He loves you with an unconditional love?
Did you know He is waiting for you in heavens grandstands?
Did you know He is longing to hear you whisper His name?

Did you know He is my Hero?
Did you know He died for me?
Did you know His arms are big enough for you?
Did you know He can set you free?

Did you know no chains can bind you?
Did you know He took the keys?
Did you know He triumphed over evil?
Did you know He paid the ransom for all eternity?

Did you know Jesus is my Hero?
Did you know He can be yours too?
Did you know He loves me?
Did you know, He loves you?

By Sybil Shearin

(c) 2002









His Birth

It was a long, long ride into Bethlehem that starry night.
Not much was taken because of their hurried flight.
Mary was with child and her pains grew closer.
But the heavens were filled with music from God the composer.

"Do not be afraid, Mary" the angel said.
You have found favor with God and by your side He will tread.
The child you carry within your womb
Is He who will one day walk out of a borrowed tomb.

Joseph please hurry, Mary cried in pain.
We must find a room for this child God has ordained.
Joseph searched everywhere but no room was found.
Was the Son of God to be born on the cold night ground?

There is no room here, he heard over and over again.
There is no room for the Christ Child to be born in this land.
But wait! I have a stable where you can rest.
Please come and be this humble man's guest.

The sheep, the cows and the donkeys kept care
As the Son of God was born and laid in a manger bare.
The Christ Child was wrapped in swaddling clothes
While the world slept silently ignoring His foes.

Angels watched and hovered around
Watching the Christ Child's cries echoed throughout the town.
Shepherds heard the news by an angel so bright.
The Son of God had been born in Bethlehem that night.

You will find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.
He will be lying in a manger the angel spoke, then quickly arose.
And suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host
Singing Glory to God in the highest, Hail King Jesus Grandiose!

The shepherd were watching their flocks by night,
When an angel appeared announcing the miracle so bright.
So the made haste and went to see
The baby the angel had announced in angelic harmony.

Truly they found the Bethlehem stable
Mary and Joseph and the Baby, no dream nor fable.
It was true what the angel proclaimed.
It was the birth of Jesus the Christ Child who had risen to fame.

Simeon a righteous and devout man was waiting.
For he wanted to see the Salvation men had for years been debating.
Mine eyes have seen thy salvation, a light for revelation
And glory for the people of Israel's nation.

Simeon blessed the baby and then he proclaimed,
Behold this child is set for the fall and rising of many in Israel,
and for a sign that is spoken against , a sword will pierce your soul as well,
So that thoughts out of many hearts may now be revealed.

And so the Child of God was born in a stable so bare,
Only the angels, Mary, Joseph and God were there.
He came into this world with nothing but love for me and you.
And He is coming back just like He said He'd do!


Written by Sybil Shearin (c) 8-2002







Blue Eyes Crying In The Snow

I was walking down a sidewalk one day
and I saw an old man sit down to pray.
His hair was white as the driven snow.
His beard falling graciously oh so low.

He wore an old hat to cover his head.
But he had no coat his face so red.
I stood in wonder of what he said.
How could this man be so terribly lead?

He raised his head and his blue eyes I see.
What happened to this man I wondered.
I stood there frozen my steps to ponder.
He was crying, tears ran fast but free.

I reach down into my coat pocket
and took out my favorite golden locket.
"I have no money to give you I said.
So, I will give you my golden locket instead".


The old man looked at me with a smile
"You are so kind, but you will do for a while.
I only stopped for a while to see,
Just how many people still really love me!"

I don't know what you are talking about.
He couldn't hear so I began to shout.
"Can't you see, Child who I really am?"
No, I'm afraid I can't I said with a frown.

"My name is Jesus, the one in the book.
Haven't you ever took the time to look?"
His eyes watered and I watched as He cried.
It was then my conscious was pricked with pride.

I'm sorry Lord, I thought you were a myth.
Forgive me I cried, and I knelt down to kiss.
People think you are not really real you see,
And I'm afraid one of those people just happened to be me.

"Will you go and tell my children to come in?
I am almost ready and they are living in sin.
Go, and tell them I shall return
They have a choice of accepting me or they'll burn."

I could not hardly stand near this awesome person.
I couldn't believe this man was the Most High One.
"Go and tell them I'm coming soon.
I'm coming again some morning, night or noon."

I looked up to rest my hand upon his head.
But the old man who was crying was gone instead.
I stood there thinking about all he said.
Jesus the Christ is really NOT dead!

Written by Sybil Shearin (c) 2002






He has risen

The soldiers stood guard outside
A huge stone covered the entrance to the tomb.
Jesus had been crucified, a sword finally piercing His side.
The guards where afraid as the darkness began above to loom.

Sleep fell upon them by divine appointment.
God had a plan and it would be carried out with precision.
Angels from Gods kingdom had been carefully sent.
Jesus had taken the sins of the world, it was His final decision.

Suddenly the stone was mysteriously rolled away.
Angels drew their swords as Jesus walked out with victory.
This would be the day of all days.
The Son of God was not dead but alive and free.

Women came to anoint with oil as they sometimes did.
The grave clothes were left as if taken off carefully.
The soldiers had run away and hid.
Jesus had disappeared it was plain to see.

"Why are you looking for the dead, for He is alive" the angel said.
Go and tell His friends He is not dead, He has risen"!
"Jesus the Son of God is not dead"!
The tomb is empty and Jesus has gone on a mission.

It wasn't long before Jesus appeared to many people around.
He wanted to be sure the gates holding His children had been unlocked.
The keys had been taken from Lucifer and the people were no longer bound.
Jesus the Savior would not be mocked.

He has risen and gone to the Father above.
He paid our sins debt and shed His blood so we might be free.
So listen my friend you have all His love ready and waiting for you.
All you have to do is to invite Him into your heart and you will see!

Jesus the Savior is can meet all your needs.
Jesus the Savior is waiting to enter in.
Jesus the Savior still silently pleads.
Jesus the Savior has redeemed us from all sin.

All you have to do is call upon His name.
All you have to do is ask Him to come in.
Jesus the Christ is still the same.
Jesus the Christ has paid for all your sin.

Don't wait until tomorrow or till you grow old.
Today is the day of Salvation the Bible plainly tells.
Your soul is worth more to Jesus than silver or gold.
Don't wait until you hear the screaming coming from hell.


Written by Sybil Shearin 8-2002







Jesus Is the Light of my heart . His love flows through me overflowing to no end

I never realized there could be so much Love

Everything I do I now do it for him

Jesus I praise you with my heart and soul

Await the time when you once again come to us and Peace will be through out the land

Jesus I Love You