He Guides My Path – The Writing of Sarah Berthelson

I learned this strange word several years ago
Bipolar was the word that I did not understand
As the doctor looked at my handsome son,
He said, ‘bipolar is what he has’
Never did I know what this disease could do
My wonderful child suffered and I could not know
The torture he felt when he was so low
Or the excitement he felt when he was high
To my sorrow I wish I had known
Just what he was going through
One day he said, Mom I enjoy the highs
But I know the low will come
It came one day with much despair
He went down in the woods and took his life
Oh how my heart aches today for the one that is gone
Manic-Depression is another name for this
Remember you are loved and take your medication
Don’t let BIPOLAR take control!!

I am a Baptist and proud of that fact
Was taught by my parents that is the way to act
I was given a bad time when I was in college and married my Marine
Refused to dance when I was asked at the social events
Just would say, ‘no thank you I don’t dance’
It looked like fun but I didn’t dare
Was taught not to dance so no way did I try
Now I have this all figured out, Baptist don’t dance
It isn’t that the denomination is taught not to dance
We can’t, simply can’t dance, it is a fact that Baptist can’t dance
I don’t think God would zap me off the floor
It is I would embarrass my self for sure
It took me a very long time to learn why we have a reputation
Baptist don’t dance, maybe some folks don’t dance
For their religious belief and that is ok
We have our differences and that is a fact
Baptist don’t dance because they can’t!!!!

God is so good to make us so different
If we all looked alike, this world would be mundane
There are short people, tall people
Thin ones, fat ones and those in between
We look into the mirror and see what he does not see
God had many patterns and I am thankful

We can be recognized
The difference makes us so unique in His sight
Some of the most pleasant people in this old word,
Are the ones with handicaps and we say they are different
As I look at my brothers and sisters in Christ
I thank Him for the way He chose for each of us to look
Let us thank Him for His plan for us
He made you and He made me, isn’t that great?

You can be a winner in whatever you do

Whether to excel in school or be nice in your neighborhood

Help out the less fortunate, see about the elderly folks

You need not be a jock or the homecoming queen

A winner you can be just doing God’s will

He has something for you and for me

If we ask Him to guide us, He certainly will

We appreciate the honor students for the work they do

It is nice to know the beauty or the Mr. High School

Nothing will be more exciting to you

Than just being a winner that God expects you to be

His plan is perfect if you could just see

Then you hold your head high and go to bat

For the recognition you deserve and will surely get

You are the winner by just being YOU!!

Ky was my first child, sweet and wonderful.
He was the one who wanted everything perfect …

His medication he would not take.
His life he did, Oh, what a mistake.

When we think that becoming a Christian
Solves all the problems and bad things will not come
We are fooling ourselves
God grows us through the Pain
I have suffered grief very deeply
Lost my daddy, my mother, and a brother
The greatest heartbreak this mother was to endure
Was the death of my son, you can be sure
Many an illness has come my way
Some very serious but He was there everyday
Through the dark valleys, I could see the light
I knew God was there and I would be all right
Crying came easily as I would awake
Remembering the losses I could not fake
My face showed the pain and people would say
You will be fine and have a great day
I spent many an hour on my knees
Pleading to God “do not leave”
I couldn’t bare the hurt that day
Now I can look back and see that He was there all the time

Once in awhile you will meet someone great
Maybe not a celebrity or big shot, what’s that?
They often come in a shy sweet way
Doing whatever God asked of them that day
I knew a man like that, he was a gentle man
He enjoyed joking and playing around
For people to laugh, was a talent he had
God was so evident in his life
You were never uncomfortable in his sight
The people that came his way
He was kind and generous everyday
He often gave me money when I was broke
Never did he ask for it or make me a joke
My brother, George Dewey, is in heaven now
Waiting on his loved ones to come around
He was a bright spot in my life
In my heart he will always remain
There was so much love he showed this little sister
Sometimes she was a real pain!!