User:Mjbookster

About Me
I am female and I live in Minnesota, USA. I am under 21 years of age. That's all the information I'm going to realease on the World Wide Web!

Interests

 * writing
 * soccer
 * reading
 * piano
 * violin
 * The Lord of the Rings (The books and the movies. Read the books in 2nd grade.)
 * The Chronicles of Narnia (The books and the movie. Have read all the books.)
 * A Series of Unfortunate Events (Have read all the books up to #12 and own the movie)
 * acting
 * dogs

Religious and Political Views
I am a Conservative Christian, and I support George W. Bush. That's about all I have to say about that.

   



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A Poem I Wrote
I wrote this poem in fifth grade.

Joanna’s Story
 * By: Mjbookster
 * Joanna watched with longing eyes,
 * Listening to the children’s cries,
 * Of pleasure that it would be they,
 * Were chosen for the Lord to say,
 * A blessing and a prayer for them.
 * Joanna glanced down at the gem,
 * Which she held clasped in her small hand.
 * Though it was nothing half so grand,
 * As what she knew the Lord deserved,
 * ‘twas well-loved and its purpose served :
 * For ‘twas a gift she had prepared,
 * To thank the Lord for how he shared,
 * His healing and his love with all,
 * Poor and sinful they heard the call,
 * To repentance, forgiveness, peace,
 * Then He would them from sin release.
 * Joanna wanted, oh so much,
 * To have the Lord her head to touch,
 * And bless and pray for and to love.
 * She mustered all her strength and strove,
 * To reach the Lord when her ears heard,
 * A shout at which her green eyes blurred.
 * “He’s busy,” the voice said. “Go home,
 * And leave the Lord Jesus alone!”
 * Fresh tears streamed down Joanna’s face.
 * It seemed the Lord gave all his grace,
 * To children who were bold enough,
 * To come on out and seek his love.
 * But soon Joanna was proved wrong!
 * For now she heard a voice so strong,
 * And yet so tender and so soft,
 * She knew it must be His. For oft’
 * She’d fancied herself saying, “Sir…”
 * And He would turn and talk to her.
 * But now for real the Lord spoke out,
 * His voice extending all throughout,
 * “Let all the little children come,
 * To me and do not hinder them,
 * For my kingdom of heaven is,
 * For all whose hearts are like these kids.”
 * And then He turned and looked at her;
 * Joanna’s heart began to stir.
 * He smiled a smile so full of love,
 * That now it burst and like a dove,
 * She flew to him for now she knew,
 * She did not have to journey through,
 * Dangerous lands or bust’ling crowds,
 * To reach His love for it would be,
 * Forever in her heart, for He,
 * Had put It there and It would stay,
 * Forever, until the last day.
 * And through it all, yet in her hand,
 * The gem, though still not very grand,
 * Was a gift and she would still give,
 * It to Him for now she would Live.
 * It to Him for now she would Live.