A Haiku poem
This is reality. This is a season where my husband is going through some serious physical problems. I’m praying for him, He’s believing for a Miracle so I’ll believe with him no matter what it looks like in the natural. Amen.
Yes Life’s memories come so quickly to our minds Like a pictures flash moments suddenly unwind In a certain breeze
Who is God? Where is God? Is He really there? When I pray, Does He hear? Does He really care? God is simply God.
Yesterday, These were days of wonder and amaz… We were children growing up and le… not all were good days, not all we… The good days taught us to be than…
History, tells this story, that we’ve learned, since days of… and I must say, that it’s become, the greatest ever told. It’s the story of our Savior,
When life gets hard to bear, just… Know that someone cares, just liv… Don’t give up, please don’t give i… your troubled days will end. Pleas… give up my friend, just live on.
Nice to see the sun, Glistening, and shining in this morn as I lay. A twinkle a breeze, how pleasant it is to me
I was standing in the midst of a c… and the sun came out. With lots of obstacles in my way, then the sun came out. I was warmed in it’s beautiful lig…
Many years have passed, seven decades to be exact, moments, days, years have gone, Just like that, but I still carry on.
Everyone has pain, no one is exclu… every single soul, everyone’s encl… Why does life bring pain? Why must we hurt this way? Like a dagger in the soul,
We’re getting older but, it’s ok. Life just gets better anyway, Let’s not regret what’s already do… just live for now, and love everyo… Time is so much better spent,
Why does it make a statement, in words that can’t be heard? Why does it speak so loud, without saying a word? As you ask yourself this question,
Just a little bird singing this mo… What a beautiful, peaceful sound. Sooo, peaceful is the morning, Ahhh, just quietness all around. Just a little bird singing this mo…
I still hear her voice, Calling me her Turtle Dove. My sweet Anita. We were childhood friends, who were knit in tender love
They crucified our Lord, And laid Him in a Tomb, but He won the Victory, Over all His mortal wombs. Only one can claim such Vict’ry,
Color should have nothing to do, with the way I feel t’wards you. Why let color tear apart, the way you feel inside your heart… Walk with me, be my brother,