Here is a sampling of the poems that I wrote, have a wonderful day and remember that someone needs and loves you.
The Light
By: Barbara Sue Sweetwood 10/29/2018
I've spent my life most all of it, searching for a light
Something that could bring me peace or comfort me at night.
I've followed many paths in life some crooked and some straight
Looking desperately for the door that would help me learn my fate.
Then one night while I was home I decided on a choice
I knelt down humbly on my knees and prayed in quiet voice.
"Please Dear Lord, please help me, to make a brand new start"
And that my friends was all it took to have Jesus in my heart.
I finally found my answer and now I do feel whole
For anyone can find their peace with Jesus in their soul.
So if you feel unhappy and your life feels incomplete
Just bow your head and clasp your hands and these words you can repeat.
"I know I am a sinner and I pray that you'll forgive because I know you died for me
so Lord, that I could live."
Christmas Story Barbara Sue Sweetwood 11/19/2018
T'was the night before Christmas In our little town
There was music and laughter and joy all around.
The candles were lit in each and every row
And it brightened our church with a sweet loving glow.
The pastor was telling of our Lord Jesus' birth
How He brought peace and faith to the people on earth.
She told of the manager where our Savior did lay
Among cattle and sheep in the warmth of the hay.
Where the three wise men came to be by His side
By following a star that they used for a guide.
They brought Him incense, gold and myrrh
And Mary thanked them all as they laid them by her.
They fell to their knees as He lie in His bed
and they noticed a halo around his sweet head.
"This surely must be the Christ child," they'd say
And we know that He was to this very day.
He preached to His people when He grew to a man
but was scorned and belittled across the great land.
But His Father He knew that to save everyone
He would have to sacrifice His only Son.
So the people they took Him and on a cross He did die
And our sins were forgiven in the blink of an eye.
So remember this story to tell each girl and boy
So they will know the true meaning of each year's Christmas joy.
Pieces of my heart
Barbara Sue Sweetwood 12/26/18
Picking up the pieces and searching for the glue
Wondering how I'll manage whatever will I ever do?
Not knowing where to turn or which way I am going
As the years keep racing by and my mind is ever slowing.
Praying for an answer, a hint of any kind
Hoping that the Lord above will please send me a sign.
I'm lost and I'm scared and I feel so all alone
My heart is so empty and my house is not a home.
The quiet is so deafening not a sound can be heard
I long to hear their voices just one sweet spoken word.
I know the time has come for me to make a brand new start
But I cannot offer any love with this scar across my heart.
The Carpenter
By: Barbara Sue Sweetwood 9/8/2018
With his tool pouch on his hip and a hammer in his hand the carpenter leaves his legacy all across the land.
He can take a pile of lumber wherever he may roam and turn it into something that you can call a home.
He works in every season winter, summer, spring or fall and is always there to make repairs when he receives the call.
The summer heat may cook him but you'll never see him fail he will work a full day everyday in heat or sleet or hail.
With a pencil stuck behind his ear he snaps his chalk line true with perfect angles he will build whatever you want him to.
One day the time will come when he lays his hammer down but still he sees all the good he built in his hometown.
Jesus was a carpenter and He became our Lord, and it all became possible with some nails and just a board.
My Mother
December 5, 2018
My mother had amazing faith and she had it from the start,
keeping God and His Son close inside her heart.
There was only one man she ever loved and did so all her life,
and she was so proud and happy to be chosen as his wife.
She had two nurturing hands that were soft but also strong,
teaching both her daughters what was right and what was wrong.
She was married to my father for almost sixty six loving years,
and the day my father passed away she cried a river of tears.
I cared for her and shared with her for the six years that he's gone
and I wonder if my heart will heal so I can carry on.
My mom and dad and sister are all waiting for me now
I know what I must do because mom, you taught me how.
Written with all my heart from your loving daughter,
Barbara Sue Sweetwood (Susie)
PS This was the poem that I wrote for her funeral service. It was on the pamphlets that they pass out about her life.