Sail On, O Christian Comrade
We may sail through one storm after another in this life, but when we reach that golden shore, we leave the storms behind.
That Celestial Land
I wrote this poem as the flood waters were receding after a tropical storm.I thought of Heaven and how we will never have to endure these troubles up there.
Winter Is Nearer, and Heaven Is Dearer
Psalm 90:10 says, "The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away."