If I ever walked with Jesus, how should I present myself; formally or casually? Being formal impresses those who can’t see beyond appearances. Being casual eases the tension and opens...
Poetry, My Love The story has no plot or ending It runs rampant through the pages It is oblivious to informative tho… But an ode to the love of words
An ancient tomb Cut out of rock in Golgotha, Home of the dead for eternal resti… Sealed off from the eyes of the su… With a weighted boulder for a fast…
Misinterpretations Counselors, in your noble position With your applications from your l… And your pillars entrenched in the… The lore that you amassed through…
Thank God for his will that he planted in our beings. It is the source of all motivation. When our soul seems to us to be empty, it is abounding with words to be found, music to be su...
Thomas Monahan, the grandson of Mary Monahan, was a bright, handsome young lad who had a very serious problem. He couldn’t say no to anyone. He knew his way around electronics, mainly t...
Touchdown One last drive is all we got When our battle ends, so well we f… We arose from volcanoes through al… Strewing fire like swarming maniac…
Clouded roads and misty lights along a golden highway, casting shadows upon the light of… the veil that covers up the wisdom… the mind untouched by doubt,
Busy Silence Open spaces not so clear and silen… Constant air moves with pleasure s… Life never stills, never comes to… We pause and yawn, we come to atte…
Herman sat down to try out His new remote. “How do I turn on the T.V?” He thought to himself. “What’s this button for?
To judge the whole solely by the surface is like judging the boundless universe by the appearance of the clouds. If the trees in the forest are shaken by the breath of the tempest, the ...
In the Trenches We fought to go ahead in the game If we lose we can take all the bla… We came from behind so its twelve… Gotta’ hold’em they need a field g…
Stay away finale, for my heart is… This time while cherished moments… When my spirit is touched by angel… Through sunsets and glossy crimson… Down heaven’s corridor with velvet…
Is heaven exactly sixty four and a third miles up from earth, forty three miles in length, thirty two miles high, and twenty seven miles wide? Does it have high walls and barbed wire a...
Hark, I hear a damsel inside my p… Must be of tiny proportions alone. She must have squeezed thru’ a lit… with a pound of grease upon her mi… saying I only have ten minutes rem…