Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Tour About Read What's New Help Forums Join
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
E
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Win A Publishing Package HERE            

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge

BACK TO
CHALLENGE
MAIN

INSTRUCTIONS

how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level

ENTRIES

submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners



Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.





TRUST JESUS TODAY

TRY THE TEST



Share
how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Ow! (01/07/10)

TITLE: Kissing Owies Away
By Lisa Johnson
01/11/10


 LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
 SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
 ADD TO MY FAVORITES

Kissing Owies Away

How well I recall when my children were small,
And someone would trip or someone would fall,
And scrape up an elbow or skin up a knee,
Get stung by a wasp or get ďbitĒ by a bee,
Fall off of a bike they were learning to ride,
Or fight with their best friend who wounded their pride.

How well I remember throughout all those years,
The cuts and the scrapes and those crocodile tears,
Through pain and through trauma and through all the drama,
They didnít want Daddy, they wanted their Mama,
ĎCause when owies hurt and when boo-boos hurt too,
A kiss from their Mommy was all that would do.

Now many years later it is no surprise,
When my grandsons get hurt and have tears in their eyes,
The motherly kisses and hugs from the past,
Are what Gammaw uses to heal owies fast,
It doesnít quite matter the cause of the pain,
A kiss can make owies all better again.

But I am a grownup, Iím no longer small,
My owies donít come from a trip or a fall,
They come from bad choices, mistakes I have made,
And they cannot be fixed by a kiss or bandaid,
Iím too big to run to my Mom or my Dad,
When my heart aches inside or my spirit is sad.

The balm for my wounds is in Godís Word revealed,
My precious Lord Jesus, by His stripes Iím healed,
I give Him my owies and feel such release,
ĎCause He fills up my heart with His infinite peace,
His peace like a river, now donít think me odd,
Comes soft, like a kiss, from my sweet Daddy God.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.


This article has been read 539 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Dolores Stohler01/17/10
Expertly done! I just love your sweet poem. And what a perfect fit for the subject of "owie". The ending was pure genius as well. Congrats!
Karlene Jacobsen 01/17/10
So tender and beautiful!
Carol Penhorwood 01/18/10
Isn't that the truth!

Grandmas are wonderful but no match for Daddy God!
c clemons01/21/10
Congrats on your placing. A very sweet poem, a little twisting but rhyme was very good.
Bryan Rudolph01/21/10
In Christ, we are all Godís children. The abiding comforting reality of that is pleasantly presented in this noteworthy poem. Its strength resides less in words chosen than in lasting impressions given, to all fortunate readers, regardless of age. Good poetry invites you back again for another look; this poem invites you back again and again Ė especially if experiencing a personal state of ďowie.Ē

Congratulations, Lisa, on your exceptional 3rd place showing among other talented competitive offerings.

Bryan.
vincent lyons01/21/10
Congratulations Lisa on placing so higly with this beautiful poem. Vince.
Karlene Jacobsen 01/21/10
Congratulations on placing! Great writing.