Memories on Canvas
This poem was written for a very lonely man who is having his very first Christmas alone. Mother is in the hospital with Alzheimer's and the rest of the family have forsaken him. My heart was so stirred for him that I had to write this poem to give him.
Pearl of Great Price
Sometimes we try to "clean our selves up" before we come to God but we need to realize that God loves us just the way we are: broken, battered or torn he loves us anyway and we are his pearl of great price!
Sometimes people seem bound with things from the past that seems keep them spiritually bound. This poem relates it to a butterfly in a cocoon. Then the Lord comes along and changes them into a beautiful butterfly.