The Poetry of Judith Bronte Collection Two Empty Cells "Let the sighing of the prisoner come before Thee; according to the greatness of Thy power preserve Thou those that are appointed to die." ~ Psalm 79:11 ~ I Love You "I love You ... God knoweth." ~ 2 Corinthians 11:11 ~ The Decision "Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision: for the day of the LORD is near in the valley of decision." ~ Joel 3:14 ~ Christ Came "Christ came, who is over all, God blessed for ever. Amen." ~ Romans 9:5 ~ Out of Egypt "By strength of hand the LORD brought us forth out of Egypt." ~ Exodus 13:16 ~ Spare the Field "The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside" ~ Psalm 140:5 ~ Heaven's Parents "Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto Me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven." ~ Matthew 19:14 ~ Back To Top Empty Cells n this year of the Jubilee, Faithful prisoners now set free. Whom this world was not worthy. I've beheld the works you've done. Threats and evils, you've not run. True in all to everyone. Every prisoner now set free, Of all them who've heeded Me. That's My absolute decree. Tarry time is now to end. My true brothers and my friends, Your true love I now commend. Empty every cell and chain, Release everyone from pain. Crowns in heaven now to gain. ~ Judith Bronte ~ Back To Top I Love You ow many ways, can you say, "I love you"? A silly rhyme, a glance, a smile? Three words may be few, Dear, But nevertheless, Dear, I love YOU! I just want to say, "I love you." And that, You light up my life. Three words may be few, Dear, But nevertheless, Dear, I love YOU! The English language, can not improve, "I love you." No words on earth, can better express. Three words may be few, Dear, But nevertheless, Dear, I love YOU! How many ways can you say, "I love you"? The world may never know. Three words may be few, Dear, But nevertheless, Dear, I love YOU! ~ Judith Bronte ~ Back To Top The Decision peak sister - oh, speak to me, Turn not your face away from me." Tears betrayed that she had heard, But from her came not a word. "May I ask, oh sister dear, If your tears flow from fear?" A silent nod was all she gave, For her heart was in a grave. "Take the mark!" was all they said, "Or you both will soon be dead!" But her friend would not comply, And at her feet he soon did lie. "Just one day to get the mark, Or your day will end as dark!" Fear was written on her face, Now they knew she was in place. Tomorrow morning she must go, What should she say - yes or no? Without a word, her sister knew, Silence and tears were the clue. "Oh, many people around the globe, Into their hearts God has probed. To answer questions just as this. Ignorance, they thought was bliss. Multitudes, multitudes - now decide, Who will be your god and guide?" There and then she bowed her knee, "God! give me strength to die as he!" ~ Judith Bronte ~ Back To Top Christ Came hrist is coming soon. This is a familiar tune. These are the last years. Christ is coming soon. With your God commune. These are the last weeks. Christ is coming soon. Warnings come opportune. These are the last days. Christ is coming soon. The sun will darken, as will the moon. These are the last hours. Christ is coming soon. No one on earth will be immune. These are the last minutes. Christ is coming soon. The Bride will meet her Groom. These are the last seconds ... Christ came. ~ Judith Bronte ~ Back To Top Out of Egypt ut of Egypt ... by the hand, Lead me from a sinful land. Barren clime ... no water here, Give me drink that's pure and clear. Make a path ... make it strait, Lead me through the narrow gate. Eyes look front ... no turning back, Make me prosper and not lack. You gaze at me ... your voices mock, "What if heaven's gates are locked?" Call me foolish ... curse my name, I don't seek your wealth or fame. Jesus friend ... you call me near, "Come up hither" greets my ear. I know no fear ... just faith and trust, Knowing you are wise and just. Out of Egypt ... by the hand, Lead me from a sinful land. ~ Judith Bronte ~ Back To Top Spare the Field ucas carefully, eyed the ground, Praying it's secrets, would be found. An open field, before him lay, No signs of danger, did betray. All was calm, and all was still, What power had, this field to kill? Death was buried, beneath the grass, So nothing living, could get past. Many people, had this ground claimed, Many children, were killed and maimed. How much suff'ring can one field find? How war corrupts, man's soul and mind! With steady hand, and painful care, Lucas sought, this field to spare. As one digging, for treasure buried, So Lucas worked, and never tarried. Then thankful praise, did that man sing, For sounds of Death, no more did ring. "Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped." ~ Psalm 124:7 ~ ~ Judith Bronte ~ Back To Top Heaven's Parents Written upon request. * he infant that so long ago, Charmed hearts with just a gaze. Cooing and crawling to and fro, Soon passed on to the grave. Life that came and soon departed, As a small, faint, gust of wind. What then, had just been started? My eyes were dark and dimmed. But Heaven's clime was shown to me. What I know now, I know to be. Tenderly, angels came and carried The souls of many a lifeless child. In great arms they slept and tarried, Heaven's newest, so sweet and mild. Babies, the guardian angels rear, (Angel parents ... oh what a plan!) Music fills and soothes the ear, As only Heavenly music can. Blessed, oh sweet child of mine, Taught and loved by angels! Someday, I'll come to you and find, A man brought up by angels. Wise and merciful is the Lamb, His wisdom created such a plan! ~ Judith Bronte ~ * Requested by Katie Stewart You may republish this without permission, provided it remains free, accredited and unaltered. Copyright © 2008 Sarah Fall (aka Judith Bronte).