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The World Made Me Cry
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 02/15/87
 
Why was I placed here on Earth,
by my God who shows us love?
Why have I felt so much hurt in life,
has God forgotten me from up above?
 
I know I do a lot of things,
that people judge as wrong.
If I could be as perfect as them,
then here is where I would belong.
 
But I know that I am not perfect, and I have my faults.
But my faults are a part of me.
So if you cannot love me with my faults,
why don't you just let me be?
 
Life is what you make it,
you can be humble or be grand.
But when I tried to do my shuffle through life,
I dealt my self the losing hand.
 
I do not expect to much from life,
I do not expect to be admired.
So if anyone should ask "What happened to Mark",
Tell them "I quit", "I got Tired".
 
I hope that when life is over,
and people say I didn't do the things I should.
I hope they do not judge me as being wrong,
just very misunderstood!

 

 

My Hurting Love
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 12/10/89
 
My life has been a story,
a story of a living Hell.
The people who hurt me most in life,
have names I'll never tell.
 
I have so much love to offer,
like a love you can never lose.
But I cannot make the choice for you.
for it depends on the road you choose.
 
You say now that you do not love me,
and you say that we must part.
So now you have your freedom,
and I , ... a broken heart.
 
They say you only live once,
I know this is not true.
For my love has died a tragic death,
because I lived for you.
 

 

 

 

 

My Lonely Love
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 12/12/89
 
Why must I live my life alone,
when I have so much love to give?
I have been hurt, so many times,
I can't bear the life I live.
 
I tell myself "I must never love",
for the hurt I cannot bear.
But  when I love, I love. And when I need, I need.
And when I care, I really care.
 
I am looking for a special kind of love,
a love I will never find.
I need a trusting, understanding love.
From someone that can comprehend my mind.
 
But where can I find a love like this?
A love that will never fail.
I know I read about a love like mine,
but it was in a fairy tale.

 

 

The Poker Game
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 11/10/89
 
She was playing with my heart,
as if it was a deck of cards.
I gave her my heart, my life and love,
and she gave me her regards.
 
I thought she would deal me the Ace of Hearts,
instead I got the duce.
I tried to get to know her,
but I know there is little use.
 
I would like to be her King of Hearts,
but she plays me like the Joker.
I would like to give my hand in love,
but she prefers a hand of Poker.
 
So if your inclined to gamble,
and your love, you don't care about.
I know a woman made for you,
as for me, ... she can deal me out!
 

 

 

 
 

 

 

 
 
 
 

 

 

 
Love is Cruel
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 02/23/71
 
While I walked a lonely street,
I meet a love, I hoped to keep.
 
I had meet her before, in a dream I believe.
My love for her, was hard to conceive.
 
I think of her, on star studded nights.
I think of us dining, with candles for light.
 
She said she had to leave me, for a month or so.
I asked if she would forget me. and she replied "no"
 
Well she left for her trip, about a week ago.
She was going up North, to the ice , sleet, and snow.
 
I received a message today, but it was not from her.
You see, there was an accident,
who was at fault there not sure.
 
She was killed in the North, in the ice and the sleet.
Now when I walk, it's a lonelier  street

 

 

 
 

 

 

 
Place Of Worship Death
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 01/14/79
 
Death is leaving your environment,
with no way to ever return.
If it is anything more than that,
it is left up to us to learn.
 
But when I was born, I left a world,
I'll never see again.
So when I die, am I really dead,
or was I born again?
 
This question of comfort, we must ask ourselves,
when we long for our departed.
"If you were there, the day this person was born,
would you have smiled or been broken hearted?"
 
When I was born, my mother held me,
and she protected me from life's harms.
But I look forward to my "rebirth",
and being in Our Fathers arms!

 

Thank You Jesus

by Pastor Mark Wilkinson  7/19/08

I am returning to my Savior,
a few things He gave to me.
I am giving Him the love, truth and devotion to Our Father,
That has set my spirit free.

I am also giving Him my problems,
He said He would handle them.
He released me of the "sins of the flesh,"
the day He became a part of me.

He gave me the power of the cross He carried,
to nail my sins upon.
He put a smile upon this face of mine,
that used to have a frown.

Yes, Jesus is my Savior,
as He is the Son of God.
So with joy I say I love Him,
and I want to make Him proud

 

 
 
Place Of Worship Granted
By Mark Wilkinson Sr.
written on 11/03/89
 
The things we take for granted,
are the things we know are there.
The rising sun, the falling rain,
and for our freedoms, we show no care.
 
But what would we do, if these things were gone.
For just a day or two.
Would we stop our lives from passing by?
Tell me, what would you do?
 
Must we live, without so many things,
to appreciate the things from up above?
Then don't take for granted my presence here,
when I offer you my love!
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

Thank You Jesus

written by Mark H. Wilkinson Sr.

I am returning to my Savior,
a few things He gave to me.
I am giving Him the love, truth and devotion to Our Father,
That has set my spirit free.

I am also giving Him my problems,
He said He would handle them.
He released me of the "sins of the flesh,"
the day He became a part of me.

He gave me the power of the cross He carried,
to nail my sins upon.
He put a smile upon this face of mine,
that used to have a frown.

Yes, Jesus is my Savior,
as He is the Son of God.
So with joy I say I love Him,
and I want to make Him proud

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