I am aquainted with pain having lost loved ones, and a best friend, and going through some other things beside these, but I believe there is darkness just before the dawn.
Brokeness and healing, the two go… like the changing of seasons, when there’s all kinds of weather. but just as the clouds bring the r… God has promised to heal us again
There is no greater sacrifice, that anyone can make. than to give up his own life, for someone else’s sake. We give honor and respect,
Ahhh, life what can we say? To open our eyes, to take another… what a privilege, what a mystery to be who we are. To have destiny and purpose
Without our hope, we could not cope. We’d find ourselves, At the end of our rope. We need our hope
Many years have passed, seven decades to be exact, moments, days, years have gone, Just like that, but I still carry on.
A King was born, on Christmas mor… In a stable in Bethleham. A lowly little Baby Child, Gods sacrificial Lamb. God had to speak, and send a sign,
Waking up early is truly a pleasur… The gift of life cannot be measure… The birds are singing their songs… Life is a beautiful display. Looking out at the morning light,
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,
Feelings so strong, but yet so wrong. Thinking I know, but yet not so. Thinking I’m right,
Young people should not own a gun, til at least, the age of 21 Oh God! help us to see this fact, Before we suffer another attack. How many now are in despair?
The gift of God, is Christ His S… The Lamb Of God, the Holy One. So precious was the life He lead, So precious was the Blood He shed… Oh Christ! beloved Son of God.
As I lay quietly, just the sound of the cricket is all I can hear. Then another sound, a neighbor is up quite late
On the 4th Of July we celebrate, our Independence Day, With fireworks bursting in the sky… so beautiful in array. It’s quite a sight to see,
I write about my family, because they mean so much to me, Experience this is the key, to write about the family tree. My family are those I know,
Poetry isn’t just words, we write because they rhyme, Poetry comes from living, from experience through time. Those thoughts from the heart,