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.
When life gets hard to bear, just… Know that someone cares, just liv… Don’t give up, please don’t give i… soon the troubled days will end Please don’t give up my friend, ju…
Nice to see the sun, Glistening, and shining in this morn as I lay. A twinkle a breeze, how pleasant it is to me
Martin was a leader, with a purpos… Crying out for freedom marching t’… He marched, sang and prayed, and b… and his song was that we’d all get… Martin was a man, with a bible in…
Somebody special will come your wa… Don’t be discouraged if it’s not t… In the beginning God made two, and He has someone special for you… The one who will stay, and not go…
Be my always, be my everything, As I give to you this ring. Let’s stay together always, and to each other cling. Be my always, be my everything,
With all the trouble and dismay It’s still a wonderful world. With all the confusion of the day it’s still a wonderful world. Just look up at the stars up above…
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,
She waits, and when the music starts to play, she dances. She moves in a very artistic way, she dances. The beauty just unfolds, as we sit
Even before He made mankind, The light of day was on his mind. He made the darkness move away, He spoke, and made a perfect day Oh what a wonderful gift to wake,
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?
What a beautiful masterpiece, created by the Master Himself I need no theater for this. I may sound zealous, but I’m very impressed
Poetry isn’t just words, we write because they rhyme, Poetry comes from living, from experience through time. Those thoughts from the heart,
Babies really steal your heart, make you feel all torn apart. When they laugh you feel the joy, from the baby girl or boy. They always seem to bring a smile,
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,
Somethings calling out to me, something that I can’t explain, Something just won’t let me be, could it be my destiny? Sometimes I try so hard to see,