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It Sings, "I Can! "I Can!"
When we learn to stop griping and complaining about things and start counting our blessings, we can enjoy life better.
by
Margaret Cagle

Children Who Go Errant!
When did I become the child and my children the parent???
by
Deborah Ann Belka

Spare Not The Rod
"Spare the rod and spoil the child" is a phrase coined by a 17th century British poet, Samuel Butler, but it is based on Proverbs 13:24, "He that spareth the rod hateth his son, but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes."
by
Margaret Cagle

From The Creators Mouth
I was just sitting around one day and started to write. I know God has a sense of humor.
by
Howard Tarant

Rhubarb
Are you fertilizing your walk?
by
mike bullock

The Glutton and the Humble Man - Take Your Place, Say Grace
A humorous look at gratefulness and saying grace. Romans 14:6 If you eat meat, eat it to the glory of God and thank God for the prime rib. If you're a vegetarian, eat vegetables to the glory of God and thank God for the broccoli.
by
Bryan Miles

What the Heck
As we get older aging and pain present on a daily basis. I had to feel the humor in it all and just say, "What the Heck." I will thank the Lord for every day He gives me, and every bike ride I survive...
by
Kathleen Higham

Me and Grandpa and our Can of Worms
A humorous child's poem about a boy and his Grandpa and about faith!
by
Patricia Joan Polhans

The Hammer Comes Down!
A rather humorous poem about fire and brimstone preachers and how to wake those that have fallen asleep in their pews.
by
Patricia Joan Polhans

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