Found A Mistake (poem) by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

Well I think Nordette has covered most.
Yet I sure am glad you are here.
And I dare say the many lives you saved are.
When you were a policeman..

Reviewed by Henry Stevens

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

Heartfelt, well presented, well written. Thank you for sharing. Henry

Reviewed by Jennifer Ragan (Reader)

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

People make mistakes but people are not mistakes...

Well written:)

Jennifer

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

*crying too hard to review*

gutwrenching; words DO hurt, don't they??

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :( >tears <

you are in my prayers, friend grady!

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

1 O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising;
thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down,
and art acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue,
but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast beset me behind and before,
and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7 Whither shall I go from thy Spirit?
Or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:
if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning,
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 even there shall thy hand lead me,
and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me;
even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee;
but the night shineth as the day:
the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins:
thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
marvelous are thy works;
and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from thee
when I was made in secret,
and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;
and in thy book all my members were written,
which in continuance were fashioned,
when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!

From Psalm 139, King James Version.
Loving you, G. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

Heartfelt piece Grady!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

Sometimes Grady, we just have to let it all out!
I'm glad you are able to, through your poems.I'm
also glad you know the ONE who will never forsake us!

etw

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

A truly heartfelt write, Grady, but very glad to hear 'you're over it.' And I agree with Mary, every life truly has purpose and meaning.

Reviewed by Lynn Barry

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

I sometimes don't understand why most of us worry all our lives whether or not our parents accept and want us...when we say WE WANT US is when we stop caring about those who don't...but it is hard to get there...HUGS

Reviewed by Mary Quire

Reviewed on March 23, 2005

Oh, this one brought tears to my eyes. The emotion is packed solid within your words, bursting out to all of those who read it. I, myself, don't believe in mistakes when it comes to bringing another human being into existence. There is always a purpose to a life, you just have to find it.

M.Rose