People say all who die don’t ever come to life again when you’re dead you’re dead but nobody knows when People seem to forget one man

A Living Journey Each day is a journey to walk with God each day closer than the day before to be a reality not just what we s…

Here I am lanky and tall reaching that shelf up on high the smalls of life always ask for my help as they can’t fly My brother Giraffe up there sky h…

They love to hear themselves full of vanity and pride think they’re nobody like them but one day down they’ll slide Make excuses for their failures

A lovely small island that’s the beautiful Menorca where sun shines more than not giving you a tan brownorca The capital’s named Mao

This is an interesting question born in city of Glasgow moved at 6 weeks to Ayrshire then 1990 to Renfrew I go So where is my home?

There it sits on its own it could tell you many a tale what words have been spoken on this bench leaving many a trail The hands that built this bench

It really is so very sad when the figures that one hears of those amongst the young that takes their life amidst many… But it’s not restricted to youth

Our age portrays positivity always to everything else’s exclusion seeking everyone to be tops when that’s not their solution Not all have gifted abilities

When one is asked to obey one asks what am I to do? is this just blind obedience? surely this can’t be true To really obey from the heart

What can you do with one? anything with a one’s so single on it’s own with no company fighting its own battles not to mi… But what if God is on your side

Wakey wakey open your eyes look out the sky’s so blue what a lovely day to travel catch the bus that I will do Take the first one that comes