Poems by Dave Mudford
poem count: 198 | pages: 22 | first place: 2 times | finalist: 31 times
Rose of Delight
Our perspective changes through experiencing the grace and love of God. This poem shows the contrast between knowing (stanza 3) and not knowing (stanza 1) hope's delight.
Our perspective changes through experiencing the grace and love of God. This poem shows the contrast between knowing (stanza 3) and not knowing (stanza 1) hope's delight.
Mourning's Gift
Sometimes we need to mourn - the perspective gained can often bring healing and teach us what is really important.
Sometimes we need to mourn - the perspective gained can often bring healing and teach us what is really important.
Beneath the Floorboards
What do you have hidden? Read only if you want to go deep to see what's really there!
What do you have hidden? Read only if you want to go deep to see what's really there!
From the Cradle to the Cross
The real meaning of Christmas examined. From the cradle to the cross - even then the story does not end!
The real meaning of Christmas examined. From the cradle to the cross - even then the story does not end!
Home Where I belong
A poem written to the photo prompt of a beautiful sunset with a broken windmill and old telephone wires in the foreground on a dry landscape. Sometimes we only see the broken and dryness and fail to lift our eyes to see the beauty God has created.
A poem written to the photo prompt of a beautiful sunset with a broken windmill and old telephone wires in the foreground on a dry landscape. Sometimes we only see the broken and dryness and fail to lift our eyes to see the beauty God has created.
Healing Deep
Time may deaden pain, numb our senses - time will tend to bury our hurts. Time alone is not the great healer as some may claim, Jesus Christ is!
Time may deaden pain, numb our senses - time will tend to bury our hurts. Time alone is not the great healer as some may claim, Jesus Christ is!
Thankful for Your Tears
A friend was asked to pray at a funeral which was a result of a suicide. He cried all the way through the prayer. Afterwards the Dad of the man who died came up to him and gave him a hug and said "Thank you for your tears". Sometimes words are not enough
A friend was asked to pray at a funeral which was a result of a suicide. He cried all the way through the prayer. Afterwards the Dad of the man who died came up to him and gave him a hug and said "Thank you for your tears". Sometimes words are not enough
