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A Perfect Storm Brewing
and it is ushering the day where every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess . . .
We Have A Choice
My friends and I just hung around in places one might find profound on maples, oaks and other trees because, you see, we were mere leaves.
The empty shoebox
Written as part of the Christmas Shoe Box appeal
I wrote this poem this morning thinking about Christmas season coming up and how commercial it has gotten.
Screams of silence
Emotionally. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually. Confinement in any sense is a bummer, yo.
This lovely parable that Jesus told Speaks of a son returning to the fold I too was just like that prodigal child So lost and so helpless and all beguiled
The following poem was written after the speaker on Sunday made the statement that "We are what we believe"
In Joshua 24:15, Joshua proclaimed to the Israelites, "But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."
O Lord, Our Lord
O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Psalm 34:8