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    Thy Will Be Done and Emotions in Poetry: A Condensed Autobiography of the Author and a Collection of Her Poetry
    Thy Will Be Done and Emotions in Poetry: A Condensed Autobiography of the Author and a Collection of Her Poetry
    Thy Will Be Done and Emotions in Poetry: A Condensed Autobiography of the Author and a Collection of Her Poetry
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    Thy Will Be Done and Emotions in Poetry: A Condensed Autobiography of the Author and a Collection of Her Poetry

    By Hannah McCarty

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    Thy Will Be Done is a lesson Hannah had to learn after her mothers death in September, 1969. She couldnt accept her mothers death and lost her faith in God. I know I had a struggle with God, but he wouldnt let me go. I had to learn that as I was praying, I was saying to God to Let Thy Will Be Done but what I really wanted was for my will to be done. My prayers were answered but the answer was no. This was something I had to learn and my struggle with God taught me a lesson that I will never forget. As Hannah learned to accept Gods will so evolved her talent for writing poetry and so was created Emotions in Poetry.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJul 22, 2005
    ISBN9781467029742
    Thy Will Be Done and Emotions in Poetry: A Condensed Autobiography of the Author and a Collection of Her Poetry
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    Hannah McCarty

    The fifth of seven children, born to the late Millard and Ethel Brim of Jonesville, LA, Hannah never dreamed of being a published author. With encouragement from Curtis A. Baham, Hannah wrote her first book, “Shadow of Secrets” followed by “Not a Mumblin’ Word.” Hannah, known locally for her poetry, has combined her condensed autobiography (Thy Will Be Done), with her book of poetry (Emotions in Poetry). Hannah has one older sister, Cecile Barnes, one younger sister, JoAnn Curry and an older brother, Henry Brim still living in Jonesville. She has one son, Marvin, living in Haltom City, Texas. Three of her siblings are deceased. Hannah retired from Grambling State University and is currently employed as Secretary at St. Benedict Catholic Church in Grambling, LA.

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      Thy Will Be Done and Emotions in Poetry - Hannah McCarty

      AuthorHouse™

      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

      www.authorhouse.com

      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.

      © 2005, 2014 Hannah McCarty. All Rights Reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse    09/26/2014

      ISBN: 978-1-4208-6202-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4670-2974-2 (ebook)

      Contents

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      A MOTHERLESS CHILD

      A SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO MY MOTHER, ETHEL BRIM

      EMOTIONS IN POETRY

      MOTHER

      HAPPY BIRTHDAY - MOTHER DEAR

      MY DAD

      HAPPY FATHER’S DAY

      LIFE

      A PRAYER

      A LETTER TO GOD

      THIS WORLD IS NOT OUR HOME

      THIS WORLD – A TEMPORARY HOME

      IF I COULD BUY HEAVEN

      JESUS—THE GREATEST OF KINGS

      EARTH’S KING

      REJOICE! REJOICE! THE KING IS BORN

      I FEAR

      SISTERS

      BROTHER OF MINE

      THE GREATEST GIFT – MY SON

      HAPPINESS IS

      I WISH

      LONELINESS

      DON’T JUDGE ME

      BE YOURSELF

      IF I HAD NO FEARS

      MY EMOTIONS

      REACH OUT

      TOMORROW

      TAKE THAT SHORT DRESS OFF

      BOY HUSH

      OH, HEART OF MINE!

      MY DARLING

      LOVE CAN FIND A WAY

      I’VE BEEN THIS WAY BEFORE

      I NEVER KNEW

      HEART OF DESPAIR

      FLOWERS OF MY HEART

      MY ROSE

      EARTH’S ANGEL

      RETIREMENT GIRL

      WHAT A DAY

      YOUR GRADUATION

      MY NIECE

      HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, MY BROTHER -THE DAD

      EVERLASTING LOVE

      HE CARES

      AND HE CALLED MY NAME

      AND THERE WAS CHRIST

      BECAUSE THE ANGELS CAME

      LORD, DID I TAKE A MOMENT?

      NO MORE FOOTPRINTS

      MY VERY SPECIAL FRIENDS

      THE GOOD OLD DAYS

      THE MORAL TO THIS STORY IS —

      THIS GRAY HAIR

      YE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN

      FAMILY

      JUST A THOUGHT

      YOU ARE A LITTLE ANGEL

      THE DAY IN THE LIFE OF A TEACHER

      YOUR PRECIOUS LOVE

      THANK YOU — DR. BAHAM

      AS I LIVE MY LIFE

      TEACH ME, DEAR JESUS

      PULL YOUR PANTS UP!

      MY HOUSE

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      GOD AND MY MOTHER, ETHEL BRIM

      Their love and guidance were with me all the way. Thanks for loving me.

      THANKS

      Thanks to Dr. Curtis A. Baham, my family and friends in Jonesville, Louisiana, and to my son, Marvin. Also, thanks to my friends and colleagues at Grambling State University and the Grambling community. A very special thanks to Mrs. Shirley Henderson and Mrs. Jean Brown for your love and support. Mrs. Vickie Rogers-Hill, thanks lovely lady and my dearest friend for always being there for me. There are no words to express my appreciation for everyone’s encouragement and support. May God bless all of you.

      As far back as I can remember, I was taught to believe in God. My parents (Millard and Ethel Brim) were unshakable in their belief in God and His powers. Going to church was as automatic as breathing. Though we were poor and my parents were sharecroppers, we were rich in love for God, family, and friends. We were rich in respect for one another and our fellow man and rich in our faith in God. We grew up with this. It was a daily teaching, believe in God. Have faith in God. Trust in God because He will never let you down. Ask and it shall be given. I believed this with all my heart. I had what I thought was undying faith and belief in God. I truly thought that nothing in this world could ever shake my faith and belief in God. But something did. Something tore at the very chore of my belief and my faith – my mother’s death.

      I am the fifth of seven children, (one older sister, three older brothers and two younger sisters (my sister next to me died shortly after birth). My name is Hannah Olevia´. I’m named after my Daddy’s mother (Hannah) and his oldest sister (Olevia´), but everyone called me Hannah Levia. I hated it.

      Nearly everyone had a nickname: Cecile (my older sister) was called Sister; my oldest brother (Millard Jr.) was called Budo; my younger brother (Johnny) was called Rip; my youngest brother (Henry) was called Dodie; my younger sister (JoAnn) was called JoJo. Now Mama had a name for JoAnn and me that no one else called us. She called JoAnn, Baby and me Baby Sister. Daddy called JoAnn Baby too sometimes but most of the time he called her JoJo. She is the youngest of the seven and she looks like Daddy but has all of Mama’s sweet, caring ways. I look like Mama but I have ways just like Daddy.

      I never knew any of my grandparents. They died when I was very young. I can, however, remember when my maternal grandmother (Lizzie Mama as we called her) died. All I can remember is that Mama was crying and screaming for Jesus to help her. Her screams scared me. It was Sister who told me that Lizzie Mama had died. I didn’t know that much about death, but I knew that it was the reason Mama was crying. It was the first time I saw my mother cry. I can remember how I wanted to make her stop crying and I couldn’t.

      Mama had three sisters (one older and two younger) and two brothers (one older and one younger). Her sisters all lived in Jonesville but the youngest sister moved to Lake Charles where Uncle Leonard lived (Mama’s younger brother). The older brother, Uncle Joseph, lived in a small town not far from Jonesville, known as Harrisonburg. I only knew two of Daddy’s brothers (Uncle Harry, the youngest and Uncle Gaytha, I think Uncle Gaytha was next to Daddy). Uncle Harry moved to Detroit, Michigan where Uncle Gaytha lived. His best friend killed him. I was a teenager. Daddy had a lot of sisters and brothers but they died young. How many I don’t remember even though he told us many times about his family.

      Mama’s nickname was Doll. She was truly a doll too, an angel doll. Everyone in town called her Doll. Sometimes in church, some one would call her, Sister Ethel, and she’d be sitting there and Daddy would say, Doll, they’re talking to you. Everyone would laugh.

      Having sisters, brothers and a bunch of cousins and friends provided an interesting home life on the farm where we lived. We were typical children, mischievous, fun loving and happy. We fought, made up, did trickery to others but for the most part, we were well disciplined, respectful and well mannered.

      Way back before television, our entertainment at home was listening to the radio, playing jacks, checkers, dominoes, marbles, bingo, softball, basketball and throwing horseshoes. My favorite games were playing checkers and shooting marbles. Some evenings when Daddy got off from working in the fields and

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