To Be Like Him

A little boy wears his daddy's hat

And tries to walk in his big shoes

And riding high on daddy's shoulders

Is his favorite thing to do.

He dreams of growing up to be

A man just like his dad

Cause his daddy is the best

That any kid ever had.

To be like him - that's all he wants

To be like him in every way

To be like him - his loving dad

Is the prayer he prays each day.

His daddy's heart belongs to Jesus

And he daily strives to be

As much like Christ as possible

So his little boy can see.

He wants to be the best example

Any daddy has ever been

He wants to be like Jesus

Because his son wants to be like him.

To be like Him - that's all he wants

To be like Him in every way

To be like Him - his Heavenly Father

Is the prayer he prays each day.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~

June 2009

Happy Birthday Mom!!

As a little girl playing dress up

In pearls and high heeled shoes

I dreamed of being all grown up

I wanted to be like you.

Childhood dreams fade with time

And new ones take their place

But my desire to be like you

Is a dream time can't erase.

~ Marci ~

(5-17-09)

(I hope you have a great birthday! I love you!)

Happy Mother's Day

I know it's a little early, but never too early to tell my wonderful mom how much she means to me!

Happy Mother's Day Mom!

I love you!

~ Marci ~

God Save The Children

The children are cying out for help
But it seems no one can hear
And their parents are too selfish to notice
Their actions cause sadness and fear.
Nobody wants to get involved
"Let people take care of their own"
Ignoring the cries of the children
Who aren't even safe in their homes.

Daddy gets drunk, mommy gets mad
Then he threatens to leave once again
But mommy breaks down and begs him to stay
So once more the cycle begins.
It's happening in houses all over town
In neighborhoods both run-down and nice
Abuse, neglect, addiction and rage
And the children are paying the price.

The children are crying out for help
And my heart is crying too
God, please save the children
Their only hope is You.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
4 - 16 - 2009

The Boy Next Door

The boy next door has big brown eyes
And shiny golden hair
A charming smile that can melt your heart
So guard it and beware.
He'll wrap you around his finger
Make you laugh and make you cry
You'll give in to anything
If you look into his eyes.
Yeah, the boy next door stole my heart
Like no other boy has done
But now he's tired and needs a nap
After all, he's only one.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
(for Jayce)
4 - 7 - 2009

Happy Easter!!

Michael English Concert

Once again I had the pleasure of seeing Michael in concert, and once again, he managed to amaze me. I could go on and on, but I won't (this time). Suffice it to say, his voice is still among the best in ALL of the music business, and he seems to be happier and stronger everytime I see him. His re-joining the Gaither Vocal Band has been a real blessing for him - and I'd imagine for them and anyone who gets the opportunity to see and hear them. I hope I get to one of these days. David Phelps is another favorite of mine, and I'd cherish every moment of seeing, and hearing him and Michael together! Maybe someday...

Heres's a couple of pics - he was goofing off in the 2nd one and had just messed up his hair. It doesn't usually stick up like that. :) (click on them to zoom in)

God Bless;

~ MARCI ~

HANDS

There are hands you shake in greeting
There are those you like to hold
And expressive hands that need to move
When a story is being told.
There's tenderness in a mother's hands
As she holds her little ones tight
Or caresses a feverish forehead
From dusk til morning's light.
Older hands may be wrinkled
With lines that show the years
Of failures and successes
And drying countless tears.
Some hands hold impeccable skill
Like the ones with the surgeon's knife
Others possess great talent
Bringing art and music to life.

You can pat someone on the back
Or in approval clap your hands
You can hold the door or carry the load
Or help someone to stand.
You can lend an extra pair of hands
You can reach out to a brother
You can fold your hands in prayer
To lift up one another.
Willing hands, helping hands
Each serving where they can
Could be what makes the difference
In healing a broken land.

The hands of Jesus were pierced with nails
Just so I could live
Using them as my example
I'll use my hands to give.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
2-22-2009

Soldier

Today I heard about a soldier
Who fought his final war
While many seem to have forgotten
What he was fighting for.

He fought so we would have the right
To choose the lives we lead
The soldier's courage gave us the chance
To prosper and succeed.
Yet here at home we squander
The lives he fought to save
We teach intolerance to our children
And take whatever we crave.
We're slaves to our addictions
And controlled by our own greed
Selfishly forgetting
That freedom isn't free.

Today I heard about a soldier
Who fought his final war
While many seem to have forgotten
Who he was fighting for.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
2 - 10 - 2009

(In memory of Jared Southworth - who leaves behind countless friends and loved ones - including his wife and 4 small children -my thoughts and prayers are with them all.)

Don't Tell Me Not To Miss Him

Yesterday I said goodbye
To a true and cherished friend
Hundreds came from miles around
To pay their respects to him
The grief is overwhelming
And it hurts so much to know
I won't see him in the places
We used to love to go.

Chorus -
Don't tell me not to miss him
His laugh, his voice, his smile
I know that he's in heaven
But I still need to cry awhile
Please, don't tell me not to miss him.

Knowing he's with Jesus now
And that all his pain is gone
Brings some peace and comfort
And the will to carry on
But it doesn't stop my heart from aching
Or the emptiness I can't bear
When I reach for the phone to call him
Forgetting, he's not there.

Repeat Chorus -

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
6 - 3 - 06

Just For Fun - Computer Humor

Teach Me How To Pray

Lord please teach me how to pray
And praise You all the time
It's easy when I'm feeling good
And happiness is mine.
But in the midst of pain and sorrow
When You seem so far away
Words of gratitude won't come
Please teach me how to pray.

I don't know how to praise You
When my teardrops fall like rain
Please give me peace so I can say
"Lord, thank You for this pain."
I should praise You unconditionally
Every minute of every day
Even when my heart is broken
Please teach me how to pray.

Lord I want to praise Your name
In the good times and the bad
So why is it so hard for me
To be grateful when I'm sad?
When I'm hurt I tend to blame You
Then in shame push You away
But I'm dying to be close to You
Please teach me how to pray.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
1-10-2009

Happy Birthday Dad!

Dad, you're not the President

And you're not the head of state

But you mean everything to me

And your approval rating's GREAT!!

~ Love Marci ~

Children

Children are a gift from God
They fill our lives with joy
Amid chaos and frustration
These precious girls and boys.
Rosy cheeks, trusting eyes
Little feet with chubby toes
Tiny fingers gripping yours
But oh how fast they grow.

Enjoy the tantrums and terrible twos
Cherish each big wet kiss
When they're gone you'll realize
These are the things you miss.
Children are a gift from God
He trusted us with their care
So hold them tight, then let them go
On the wings of prayer.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~

The Crime Of Christmas

(I've posted this one before - last Christmas - but wanted to share it again.)



"Merry Christmas!" I called out
To shoppers passing by
They stopped and stared in disbelief
With pity in their eyes.
I didn't understand it
But I continued on my way
With a joyful heart I began to sing
"Jesus Is Born Today"!
People started pointing fingers
They looked at me with shame
They said "You fool! Don't you know
You're not allowed to speak His name!"
I cried "No! You are mistaken!
No one can take away
The right to celebrate His birth
On this Holy Christmas day!"
An angry mob surrounded me
Crying out, in one accord
Cursing, mocking, daring me
To denounce my Lord.
Fear and sorrow filled my heart
As the police led me away
They said Christmas was a crime
And that I'd have to pay.
They threw me in a cold, dark cell
And I fell down on the floor
Praying "Jesus, please be with me
Like You always have before."
Later, something woke me
The sweetest sound on earth
It was a choir singing
About our Blessed Savior's birth
I sat up and looked around
I was safe, in my own bed
It had only been a dream
With thanks, I bowed my head.
As the music filled the air
I got down on my knees
I praised God for the freedom
To celebrate as I please.
"Merry Christmas!" I call out
Unafraid and unashamed
This is the birthday of our King
Rejoice! And praise His name!

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
11 - 27 - 2007

What Is Beauty?

A sunset on the water
The colorful leaves of fall
A happy, healthy baby
A painting on the wall.
Flawless skin, shiny hair
Freckles on a nose
Voices blending in harmony
A freshly blossomed rose.

Something pleasing to the eye
Something nice to hear
Beauty is a gift from God
Reminding us He's near.
It can be majestic
Like a sea of brilliant blue
Or something simple, like a hand
Reaching out to you.

Purple snow-capped mountains
The laughter of a friend
A spring bouquet so fragrant
A love that never ends.
God sent beauty in it's truest form
When He sent His son to die
Is there anything more beautiful
Than His love for you and I?

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
11 - 22 - 2008

Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad!

Nov. 28th, 1953 - 55 years ago, my mom & dad got married - and are still going strong.

Hmmm...I think this marriage just might last!

Love ya mom & dad!

Have a great Anniversary and enjoy your trip.

~ Love Marci ~

The Spirit Of Thanksgiving

In the daily act of living
It's so easy to complain
About all the things that I don't have
And the things that cause me pain.
But I want to stop and thank my God
Though it may sound cliche
For all the things I take for granted
Each and every day.

I have a home where I feel safe

And I can snuggle with my cat

That may not seem like much to you

But I praise God for that.

I can listen to great music

I can read and I can write

And it's not as good as it use to be

But I still have my sight.

I have friends who stand by me
Through all my ups and downs
Even when I'm undeserving
They still hang around.
I'm thankful for our world leaders
With whom I often disagree
Praise the Lord, it isn't my job
To run this warring country.
I thank God for my church
And the freedom to worship there
And for the family of believers
Who lift me up in prayer.
I'm thankful for the soldiers
Who won that freedom for me
Leaving behind the ones they love
And the homes where they'd rather be.
I have a close-knit family
I thank God for them each day
They're the ones who know me best
Yet, they love me anyway.

God's given so much I don't deserve
But each day that I'm living
I want to have a grateful heart
In the spirit of thanksgiving.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
11 -18- 2007

God Bless The Soldiers

God please bless the soldiers
So they don't feel alone
So far away from those they love
And the comfort of their home.

While their nation groans in protest
They fight just to survive
Sacrificing everything
To keep our freedom alive.

God please bless the soldiers
Daily in harm's way
Surround them with Your angels
Until they're home to stay.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~

For My Best

Lord, I know You're testing me
I know it's for my best
I want to learn from this trial
There's a lesson in this test.

I can't say my steps won't falter
Or my weakness won't show through
But no matter where this struggle leads
Let my trust remain in You.

Giving up would be so easy
My strength is nearly gone
But my faith won't have a chance to grow
If I don't continue on.

I'm tired Lord - I'm want to quit
But I need to see it through
Don't let me miss the lesson
Or take my eyes off You.

Remind me that it's for my good
So one day I will see
When You reveal Your perfect plan
It's what was best for me.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
5-28-08

I Don't Wanna Be In Control

I know that Jesus has the power
Yes, He's in control
So why is it so hard for me
To surrender and let go?
I pray and say "it's in Your hands"
Then expect Him to make it right
But how can He take it from me
When I'm holding it so tight?

Chorus -
I don't wanna be in control
Jesus please loosen my hold
I don't wanna be in control
Show me how to let it go
I want to surrender everything
Don't wanna be in control!

I'm not good at solving problems
Especially all by myself
And it's plain to see that Jesus
Doesn't need my help!
Whenever I'm in control
I succeed at making messes
So Jesus please help me let go
Of my worries and my stresses!

Repeat Chorus -

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~
2-26-07

It's A God Thing

You're driving at night on the wrong side of town
When all of a sudden, your car breaks down
You start to pray, but panic sets in
When there in the lights you see an old friend.
You're all alone and feeling so blue
When a friend drops by to visit with you
No special occassion, no reason or rhyme
So unexpected, but still right on time.

Chorus -
It's a God thing!
It's not coincidence, fate or a fluke
Please listen to what I'm tellin' you
It's a God thing!
It's supernatural, it's just His way
There's no other way to explain
It's a God thing!

It's twenty below and the bill for the heat
Has to be paid by the end of the week
But the money's already been spent
On the groceries, the phone and the rent.
Then a check in the mail comes from out of the blue
And the note says "I hope that this will help you."
No special occasion, no reason or rhyme
So unexpected, but still right on time.

Repeat Chorus

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~

3-7-07

Bombs Away

The Bride

The church is filled with friends and family
The bridegroom anxiously waits
The wedding march starts playing
As we all anticipate -
The appearance of the bride.

But her gown is torn and dirty
No flowers adorn her hair
There is no veil upon her head
In disbelief, we stare -
At the appearance of the bride.

Because his bride was unprepared
The bridegroom's heart is shattered
It's as if she didn't care
As if he didn't matter.

Another bride is now preparing
To meet her Holy groom
In a wedding celebration
That could happen very soon -
With the appearance of the groom.

Will the bride present herself
To her groom with pride
Will He find her clothed in splendor
Will He be satisfied -
With the appearance of the bride?

The Holy bridegroom will return
One day to claim His own
Will the bride be prepared
When He comes to take her home?

Will He find her clothed in splendor
Will He be satisfied -
With the appearance of His bride?

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~

3-7-07

Blonde Moment