A Blessed Day

When I wake up each morning I'll bless myself and pray
Thanking God for this life and for this brand new day
And as I'm heading to work my thoughts of Him never cease
As I'll bless and ask God to get there in one piece
And should I pass by a church while I'm driving my car
God I'll bless myself knowing, everyday here you are
And should I on the highway and see flowers with cross
I'll bless myself asking God to help those with their loss
And as I continue to drive I'll ask the Heavens above
To please care for my family and the ones that I love
And when I finally reach work and I step through the door
I'll bless myself and ask God for His help a bit more
That He guide me this day with all of its trials
So when it's time to leave, I can leave with a smile
And when I'm home late at night and I'm lying in bed
When all becomes quiet as I'm resting my head
I will think of the day but even then as I'm resting
I'll send God all my thanks with my day's final blessing

Thomas Quintana

Copyright @2001 Thomas Quintana All Rights Reserved

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Letter from Heaven

I wrote God a letter out of my own accord
And addressed it to Heaven in care of Our Lord
And I asked Him a question and I hoped He'd reply
That with all of our turmoil could He please tell me why
Why there are all the hardships that we see today
There's so much in the news that brings us dismay
There are problems we see that start right at the top
Dear God can you tell me, can you make it all stop?

Many days would then pass when a letter came
It was addressed to me and at the top the Lords name
And with shaky hands from my anticipation
I would then read the letter of my God's creation

"My child do not worry and please don't despair
For I do truly love you and I do truly care
But even with all the problems that you see today
There are still many of you who don't take time to pray
There's much arrogance and cruelty all across the land
This is not the life for you that I had in plan
And I find many of you who don't think I exist
And in time have found sin so hard to resist
But the end is not here and much goodness can be
If you will take time to pray and you believe in Me"

I put down the letter and I knew He was right
And began praying each morning and again late at night
Today I know He's with us and our world He will brighten
When it is through His words that we become enlightened

Thomas Quintana

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God Sent Me an Angel

I was walking along a country road one calm and cloudy day
Feeling down about the problems that turned my blue sky gray
My pain was very great and my tears I could not hide
And I was calling God to help me as I was hurting deep inside
I then thought my beliefs and how I've rarely called
For sometimes I have wondered if God were there at all
As I lifted up my head and looked down that road a spell
I spotted someone coming but from the distance hard to tell
As he got a little closer I could then see all the signs
Of someone who'd been down that road quite a number of times
His clothes were old and dusty and his shoes were pretty worn
But there seemed a glow about him or at least I could have sworn
His face appeared real friendly as he peered up in the sky
He said, "The weather is pretty calm I hope the rain will pass us by"
He first talked about the weather but there seemed to be much more
That we both had in common like we met somewhere before
He started talking about his life and the places he had been
And he spoke as if he knew me like we were next-of-kin
From the problems that he had to the happy times he found
Our likeness was uncanny and was becoming more profound
We had so much in common I couldn't believe how much alike
That I decided to tag along as we continued on our hike
He said he's from all over and his name was just like mine
And hoped one day that we would meet as he had a real short time
I was feeling sort of baffled as we went on with our walk
But he had held my interest so I listened as he talked
He said, "I know you're hurting, as your life has been so hard
But it seems today you're finding God when once you'd disregard
He then spoke of what awaited that is, once I understood
That God was always here for me and through him all things were good"
From the point that I was calling and was asking for God's hand
Is the point where he first appeared for this had all been planned
He said, "take more time for prayer - that I could bend God's ear
That he is always listening and he is always near
He knows about my struggles but better times will be ahead
As long as I keep believing and will no longer be mislead"
We then turned onto a sidewalk and now very close to home
And it was then that I had realized I was suddenly now alone
It stopped me in my tracks and I began to call his name
But soon I understood why to me that day he came
For I realized God had heard me as my Angel he then sent
To relieve me of my worries and of all my discontent
Today I pray more often and feel blessed with my God's Love
Cause He was there and listening and sent an Angel from above

Thomas Quintana

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Calling Heaven

I was dealing with problems  
that were too great to mention 
So I tried to calling God 
but didn't have His extension
When I tried to call back 
the phone just kept ringing 
And when I finally got through
I got Record Keeping

But the next time I called 
and got past all the greetings
God's secretary told me 
He was tied up in meetings
But she said do not worry
problems we'll overcome 
And she'd patch me right through
to Christ His Son

And the Lord indeed helped me
and was so very kind 
And told me what to do
should I need Him next time
That when I have problems
or I'm in great despair
To reach Him or His Father
I can do so by prayer 

And so it was
and it still is today
That when calling Heaven
I get no more delays
So whenever I'm troubled 
I know soon that I'll smile
Because a prayer to Heaven
is better than direct dial! 

Thomas Quintana

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Christmas Time

I remember as a kid around Christmas Time
Rummaging through presents to find which ones were mine
Then so gently I'd pull the wrappings back just a tad
That's until my kid 'sis would squeal to mom and dad
I recall the first day with the tree would be great
And how dad always struggled to set it up nice and straight
Then we'd hang up bright lights, pretty bulbs and much more
It was our family event just putting up the décor
Cutting out dough for cookies that we would sprinkle
Frosting reindeers, snowmen, and of course Kris Kringle
Watching specials of Frosty and good old Charlie Brown
And sitting on Santa's lap at a store just downtown
Writing to the North Pole saying Santa don't miss
Our house Christmas 'Eve oh and here's my list
Setting out milk with cookies so on Christmas Eve night
Santa could take a short break from a long weary flight
Then upon Christmas 'morn we'd wake ever so stunned
Santa drank half the milk and he left cookie crumbs
Then with toys, gadgets and games all day we would play
To a kid nothings better than presents on Christmas day

This is the Christmas as a young boy I'd know
And would be many more shared with kids of my own
And though seeing them happy is by itself a great gift
There was still something more to be shared to them with
Light a bright start, three kings, and a child like no other
Who came to us from Heaven sent by His Holy Father
Which would then be the start of something great and divine
Something that's the true meaning about Christmas Time

Thomas Quintana

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A Mother's Prayer

A woman views her daughters and the way they have grown
As today they now are older and have families of their own
Recalling when they were so young and how they used to play
She finds a great comparison to the way things are today
Today they always bicker for the littlest of things
They just don't seem to realize what pain to her it brings
She's always sending prayers as she lies in bed at night
That God will help them get along and they'll no longer fight
She's come to know she's in her years and won't be here forever
And hopes before they leave this world they'll get along together
The years have come she's now so ill and lying in a room
Within her mind her last breath she knows is coming soon
It's late at night around her bed her daughters have all gathered
But even now they start to squabble over things that just don't matter
They take notice of her grimace as she struggles with her pain
But she finds a way to see them and to them she now proclaims

"Daughters my last day is here so please now let me speak
Even though it hurts so much and now I feel so weak
I've loved you all so very much not one above the other
That it hurts me so the way you've been unkind to one another
I've tried so hard to raise you right yet I feel something is wrong
For regardless what I've tried to do you just don't get along
So I ask you as I leave you to please now make amends
And set aside your petty differences and try now to be friends
Tonight I meet my maker as he's saved a place for me
A place where from all my pain I now will be set free
For years I've always been here as your loving, caring mother
But I hope now as I leave you that you find you need each other"

Her eyes now begin closing as she slowly starts to die
And it's now her words have reached them and they all begin to cry
They now begin to realize just how blind they have been
And together they have made a vow to try and start again
On the day she's to be buried on the altar one now speaks
With the hopes that to their mother their words will all be reached

"Mom today we feel so bad for what we all have done
For not knowing how it hurt you that we did not get along
But today we hope you see us as together we have vowed
To answer all your prayers and to make things right somehow
We'll miss you mom but through your words we hope we'll make things right
So may God's angels be beside you until the day we all unite"

On weekends they will gather and often speak about their mother
As today they realize she was right - they've found they need each other

Thomas Quintana

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