Prayer for America, A song and a poem , because there is a need to pray for our country in times like these. I am not an artist , but I write songs as the Holy Spirit gives them to me. H.S.I. stands for Holy Spirit Inspiration.
Love for others, empathy, feeling what they feel, with a love that’s very real. Hurting for others, sympathy, wanting to show you care,
Who is God? Where is God? Is He really there? When I pray, Does He hear? Does He really care? God is simply God.
This world of dreams where lovers meet, and fall in lov… This world of dreams, Where others laugh, love, kill, di… Where fantasies become so real
Take me in your arms, and never let me go, Take me in your arms, and hold me til I know, That you and you alone,
Faith keeps pushing me forward, I won’t give up the fight. Theres power greater than we know, this too will be allright. No matter what it feels like,
Happy New Year!!! and may God bl… Your expecting hearts with peace a… with happiness that can’t be measu… the joy of life, and all it’s plea… Happy New Year!!! so happy and fr…
Deep in my heart there’s a love, for this country I call my own, Deep in my heart there’s commitmen… for this country I call my home. When I needed help my country was…
The sound of freedom is very clear… If you listen real close you too c… Take a moment give a listening ear… It’s great it’ll fill your heart w… It’s the sound of a people going t…
Beautiful Apple Blossom Tree, how beautiful you are to me. It feels like spring is finally he… As troubles seem to disappear. The soft winds blow I feel at eas…
Some really do not know me They don’t really see They don’t see what’s in my heart My life’s destiny My deep devotion to God
Love for your husband, love for your wife, love for everyone in your life. Love for your enemies? because hate is not good,
I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking, I don’t like what I se… because I’m getting older and, things are changing with me, but then God reminded me,
It’s the City Of Brotherly Love, and yes I do agree. Philadelphias’ a beautiful City with lots of sights to see. All cities are made up of good and
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…
I still hear her voice, Calling me her Turtle Dove. My sweet Anita. We were childhood friends, who were knit in tender love