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It is more spellbinding than murder...
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PICKIN’ GROUND
ISBN 0-9712363-3-X
Seemingly secure in their posh Manhattan penthouse office, Raymond and Lottie are pitted in a life and death struggle against a masked murderer who chases them across three states and back again. They land in Union City, Alabama, Lottie’s hometown, but Lottie hasn’t been home or seen her wise, homespun mother, Miss Charity, in over ten years. In addition to plot twists that unravel the murder mystery to the very last page, Pickin’ Ground also is laced with heart-warming inspiration. Miss Charity manages to guide the duo on an unexpected, soul-searching adventure, which leads to reconciliation, forgiveness and letting go of bitterness. As Miss Charity puts it, “Life is about pickin’!”
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"PICKIN' GROUND is a heart-pounding murder mystery, but it's also about life--forgiveness and reconciliation--losing your way and finding your way back home." |
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Home is where we were before we had issues. |
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IN DUE SEASON
ISBN 0-9712363-4-8
In Due Season follows after the murder is solved. Lottie returns to her small, southern hometown to help her mother and her community. In the process of instituting a faith-based solution to the problems of youth crime and low educational achievement, Lottie stirs up a hornet’s nest of resentment and prejudice that leads to murder. In due season, however, Lottie discovers what her heart has longed for—true purpose and true love. True love is made in your soul before your body gets involved. Miracles do happen! |
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LOTTIE
(ISBN 0-9712363-6-4)
Lottie is the third book in the series. By this time, Lottie has been elected as the first African-American female to the Alabama State Senate, and she is a new bride. She struggles with the challenges of both roles until her faith gets her priorities straight. With the help of her husband and friends, she dismantles the good-ole-boy political machinery that has plagued her district for decades, despite the risk to her own personal safety. Having overcome insurmountable odds, Lottie learns to revel in her husband’s fiery, committed love, and comes to realize . . . there is no love like married love! |
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...no love like married love. |
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Book One: Poems From The Fast
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OH, FREEDOM!
© Jeanetta Britt
Jesus is God
Is the simple truth
My heart stumbled on
One day.
The same God
I had sinned against
When I insisted
On having my way.
I had been blind
I had been stubborn
Ungrateful and unloving
When in an epiphany
It suddenly occurred to me.
“That was God upon that cross!”
My soul cried out with glee,
“Encased in human form
So He could die… for me!”
It’s not very often
When we’ve hurt someone so deep
Do they offer us a plan
To repay their pain and grief.
That’s why God’s forgiveness
Of our sins is so unique
Not only did He set the price
He paid it and set us free. |
CONTENTS
Fill Me
Oh, Freedom!
I Wouldn't Learn to Shout with You
His Glory
Back-in-the-Day Folk
Mistakes
My Generation
So Free
Saints
Past Time
Hanging On
Only One Love
Some Will and Some Won't
The Pie and the Cake
Haven of Rest
The Ites and the Isms
The Worst Thing
For My Children
The Mate
I'm Like a Mule in the Road
Somebody
Three Houses
My Place
Closed Doors
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Book Two: Reunion
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LOVE YOU CAN FEEL
©Jeanetta Britt
Did you ever
Feel love
Love you could share
Bubbling all over
Landing here and there?
There once was a time
I’d gotten kind of flat
The Lord came along
And said,
“That’s enough of that.
The love I have for you
I want you to
Experience
Delve into my joy
Find your deliverance.”
I took Him at His word
And dared to enter in
Love so sweet
It’s tasty
I found in my Good Friend.
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CONTENTS
Flaming Beauty
Reunion
Perfect Praise
We're Still Here
Die For Love
True Love
Best Love
Love You Can Feel
Little Boxes
Love's P's & Q's
Too Excited to Sleep
Wait
Test or Temptation
Don't Jump the Fence
Circle of Forgiveness
Out-of-Heart
It's No Wonder
Why Not?
Dump the Chump
Just Right
Die Once
Fair
Two-Sided Coin
Love & Commitment
One Eye
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Book Three: Third Ear
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RHINOS CAN’T RUN WITH GAZELLES
©Jeanetta Britt
Rhinos can’t run with gazelles
No matter how magnificent
Regardless of proximity
Their minds are very different.
How can they run together
Unless they first agree?
How can they ever hope
Eye-to-eye to see?
Thoughts that determine
Their altitude
Lands one in a mud bog
Propels the other toward the moon.
Unencumbered minds
To the skies they bound
Heavy, brooding ones
Wallow on the ground.
Jesus invites all
Who are weary and heavy-laden
Cast your cares upon Him
Our minds He’s liberating.
With thoughts elevated
From earthy to divine
No more rhino living
But a gazelle state of mind. |
Sometimes You Sing Alone
Third Ear
Get Over It
Lost and Found
Pray to Pray
I Will
He Will Find Your Heart
Flatfooted
Rhinos Can't Run With Gazelles
I Got Picked
Joy is a Choice
Last Half
Life is a Marvel
Stand
Strife and Aggression
Move Your Feet
Spiritually Superior
Love That Man
And Yet
Bow Down
Nasty Taste
Aunt Mary Jane
Sin in the Camp
Celibate Wife
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Under the Influence: Spoken Praise
ISBN 0971236372
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WE LIKE DRAMA
©Jeanetta Britt
The cross
The scourge
Thorns pressed in His head
The anguish
The blood
Nailed prone till He was dead
The grave
The stone
The resurrection morn
The witness
The ascension
For us to be reborn
The Way of Salvation
Was God’s to choose alone
He could have spoke it into being
He could have written it on a stone
So why did Jesus choose
To go through all that trauma?
To prove to us His love
He knows we like drama
To read it
To hear it
Wouldn’t be enough
When things got tight
And times got tough
Seeing it in action
Leaves a lump in your throat
You know how special it makes you feel
When love goes for broke |
FREE TASTE
©Jeanetta Britt
Tits and tails
All over the place
Young women dressing
Like they’re in a race
Young men
Got that smug look on their face
Like they didn’t buy the cone
But they got a free taste
What if
All over the world
We covered ourselves
Every woman and girl
For just one day
Real men to their knees
Some would come crying,
“Baby, marry me, please”
Without seeing the jewels
They would have to choose
A woman for her heart
And not for her shoes
God would be pleased
Real men in their stride
Instead of sneaking a peek
They’d be taking home their bride
To love and to cherish
To honor and obey
They’d be raising up their children
While the players . . . play |
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