COMES THE DAWN

After a while you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,

And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts

And presents aren't promises;

And you begin to accept your defeats

With you head up and your eyes open

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your soul,

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,

And you learn that you really can endure...

That you really are strong,

And you really do have worth.

And you learn and you learn...

With every goodbye you learn.

In Christ,

Janet Irene Thomas

Playwright/Director/Screen Writer

Producer/Gospel Lyricist/Author

Founder/CEO

Bible Stories Theatre of

Fine & Performing Arts

HIGHWAY 109

HIGHWAY 109

  A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
  They said had run the light
  That caused the six-car pileup
   On 109 that night.
 
  When broken bodies lay about
  And blood was everywhere,
  The sirens screamed out elegies,
  For death was in the air.
 
  A mother, trapped inside her car,
  Was heard above the noise;
  Her plaintive plea near split the air:
  "Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
 
  She fought to loose her pinned hands;
 She struggled to get free,
  But mangled metal held her fast
  In grim captivity.
 
  Her frightened eyes then focused
  On where the back seat once had been,
  But all she saw was broken glass and
  Two children's seats crushed in.
 
  Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
  She did not hear them cry,
  And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
  "Oh, God, don't let them die!"
 
  Then firemen came and cut her loose,
  But when they searched the back,
  They found therein no little boys,
  But the seat belts were intact.
 
  They thought the woman had gone mad
   And was traveling alone,
  But when they turned to question her,
  They discovered she was gone.
 
  Policemen saw her running wild
  And screaming above the noise
  In beseeching supplication,
  "Please help me find my boys!
 
  They're four years old and wear blue shirts;
  Their jeans are blue to match".
  One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
  And they don't have a scratch".
 
  They said their daddy put them there
  And gave them each a cone,
  Then told them both to wait for Mom
  To come and take them home.
 
  "I've searched the area high and low,
  But I can't find their dad.
  He must have fled the scene,
  I guess, and that is very bad."
 
  The mother hugged the twins and said,
  While wiping at a tear,
  "He could not flee the scene, you see,
  For he's been dead a year."
 
  The cop just looked confused and asked,
  "Now, how can that be true?"
  The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
  And left a kiss for you.
 
  He told us not to worry
  And that you would be all right,
  And then he put us in this car with
  The pretty, flashing light.
 
  We wanted him to stay with us,
  Because we miss him so,
  But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
  And said he had to go.
 
  He said someday we'd understand
  And told us not to fuss,
  And he said to tell you, Mommy,
  He's watching over us".
 
  The mother knew without a doubt
  That what they spoke was true,
  For she recalled their dad's last words,
  "I will watch over you."
 
  The firemen's notes could not explain
  The twisted, mangled car,
  And how the three of them escaped
  Without a single scar.
 
  But on the cop's report was scribed,
  In print so very fine,
  An angel walked the beat tonight
  On Highway 109.
 

 "He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare."

In Christ,

Janet Irene Thomas

Director/ Playwright/

Gospel Lyricist/Screenwriter

Founder/CEO

Bible Stories Theatre of Fine

& Performing Arts