Big Red Chair
In light of Mother's Day I tried to express some thoughts of gratitude for those courageous souls we call Mom. Motherhood can often be viewed as an ominous task, in this case, described as a Big Red Chair.
My Son My Brother
This is a poem about the joy that I feel when I reflect upon the fact that my son is a believer and has trusted in Jesus as his Savior. Not only is he my son, but he is also my brother in Christ.
A MAN AFTER GOD'S OWN HEART
If there was anyone on this earth that ever came close to being an example of Christ, it was my Dad. He loved the Lord more than ANYTHING or ANYONE, and I was blessed to have him as my earthly father now reunited with our Heavenly One...