I know my Jesus loves me;
I know my Jesus lives;
And anything I ask of him,
In time my Jesus gives 

I take to Him my problems;
My cares on Him I lay;
Heís my Rock in times of trouble;
All I have to do is pray.

There are those who say there is no God; 
He is dead some people say; 
In my heart I know Jesus lives,
Because He is with me every day.

He is the way of truth and life;
He has never let me down; 
My God takes all my burdens;
Lets me smile instead of frown;

I could never make it through the day
Without Jesus by my side;
Thank God my Jesus lives today;
Thank God he never died.

©2013 by Dorothy Cox Hendrix

Written for my sister Mickey after she lost her older son April 8, 1979 


Chuckie, my son, I loved you so.
As from babe to man I watched you grow,
Some days happy, some days sad,
Most times good, but sometimes bad.

Never serious, always teasing,
Many deep emotions that needed releasing;
God allowed me to keep you for twenty-two years,
And you filled my life with smiles and with tears.

Now youíre gone, son, and I miss you so
All the pain and loneliness just will not go;
Itís hard to realize that you really are gone;
I await your return home from dusk until dawn.

I await your step coming through the door,
And your call, ďMom, Iím home;Ē 
Oh God!, just once more;
No step; no call, I wait in vain;
Oh!, God, no one can know the pain;
Only your mother who loved you so,í
Who waits and watches in vain at the door.

I find comfort in knowing this isnít the end,
That one day we will be a family again;
Only God knows for sure the day and the hour,
For all things are possible through his divine power.

©1979 by Dorothy Cox Hendrix




Today Iím sixty-five;
Surprise!!! Surprise!!! Iím still alive,
And doing all the things I did before,
But on taking inventory,
My body tells another story
Still functioningóbut doubtful as of yoreÖ

The bones all ache on waking,
And a longer time Iím taking
Doing all the things that used to be a breeze;
Thereís a bulge now in the space
That at one time was my waist,
And thereís an audible creaking in my knees.
All the wrinkles in my mirror
Make my body quake and quiver.
But thereís no plastic surgery in my plan;
Though the smooth skin isnít there,
And thereís gray all through the hair,
What do I care? Iím not trying to hook a man.
There are times my thoughts are lost,
But thatís not so great a cost,
Iím just happy that my mind still works at all;
For on reaching sixty-five
Iím just glad Iím still alive,
So trust me folks, I plan to have a ball.

 ©1995 by Dorothy Cox Hendrix


I wrote this one when we lost my little daughter-on-law Abby in July 1995. She was only 35 years old. My husband Del had trouble dealing with her death because he too was sick. He died about six months after Abby.


We loved her so much; she brought us such pleasure;
But now Abbyís gone; weíve all lost a treasure;
Her husband: his best friend; his lover; his wife;
Her children: their mother, the love of their life.
Her parents: a daughter
That they loved so much
The loss of this child
Their hearts sorely touched.

Her sister and brother: their sibling so dear,
Though in their hearts she will always be near 
Her sisters and brothers-in-law: lost a dear friend;
It was ever so hard for that friendship to end.

Her father-in-law couldnít accept her demise;
His own mortality shone in his eyes;
Someone he cared for dying so young 
With so much to live for, her lifeís song unsung
I: lost a dear one, a piece of my heart
So much like a daughter; it tears me apart;
To know I will never see her again
Brings so much sadness, heart ache, and pain.

Weíve all lost a treasure;
We loved her so much;
But weíre all the richer
Since our lives felt her touch. 

©1995 by Dorothy Cox Hendrix


I wrote this one to my boys in May of 1980.

                       MY SONS

I watched you grow from babes to men;
Iíve seen you flounder now and then;
Iíve seen your hurt and shared your pain;
Iíve watched you fall and rise again.

I shared your years as little boys
Playing with your games and toys 
Childhood problems, great and small,
Together we managed to solve them all.

Your teen years caused me a bit more worry;
You were growing up in such a hurry;
The cars and girls and crazy fads
And parties and loud music that drove me mad.
Youíre both men now with minds of your own;
As individuals you have grown;
Youíve made me so proud, sons of mine,
Because youíve grown to men so fine.

  ©1980 by Dorothy Cox Hendrix

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