Latest PoemsSymbols Of The Christmas Candy Cane
I've always liked the story of the candy cane symbols at Christmas time, so I put it to rhyme.
When You Think of Christmas Gifts
This poem describes the wonder of God's provision of salvation through the birth of His Son.
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Our Approachable God
We can call upon God anytime. We can reach Him through prayer, and He can speak to us through His Word.
O Bethlehem Ephratah
A Christmas poem. Micah 5:2, "But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall He come forth unto Me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting."
There is a message
This poem is about taking time to listen to God
A symphony of tragedy
We are God's most beautiful music. No doubt.
The Spare Tire
It's often easy when "in the valley," to reach out to God in desperation. But it'seasy to become complacent, when "on the mountain." May He grant that this poem would alert us to this situation.
O Little Sound of Bethlehem
Can be sung to the tune of O Little Town of Bethlehem.
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The Brightest Light
The Christmas lights were arguing, the red ones and the blue, but then the green lights got involved, the orange and yellow too.
A Heart of Peace
With the constant deluge of media posts about ebola, ISIS, school shootings; many people are panicked, but a Christian should have a heart of peace.
God is Wiser
He indeed knows what is best!
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