Tag Archives: Poetry

March 23, 2020 Lord help me walk the path that’s right And show Your love and spread Your light. To share the news that You’re the way You gave your life that faithful day. You died, you rose, you paid … Continue reading →

March 22, 2020 There are those who are lonely and full of despair. Lord help me be loving and show them I care. Lord give me discernment with ones that I meet. Use me; break them free from the chains … Continue reading →

March 21, 2020 Imagine what this world could be If everyone had eyes to see The love of God that’s all around, Embraced His love, let it abound. Our God can bring us peace inside, No need to fear, no … Continue reading →

March 20, 2020 We’re taught five senses are the rule. That’s what we learn when we’re in school. We see, we hear, smell. taste, and touch. Our mind’s bombarded with so much. But what about our soul inside? Do other … Continue reading →

March 17, 2020 I long to hear unbridled truth From those who risk the tag uncouth To rise above and soar alone. Break down the walls now built with stone, Walls built to hide what lies within, What lurks inside … Continue reading →

March 15, 2020 I long to hear wise words that flow, Roll off the tongue, help others glow, That reach inside and help us find What’s in our soul, not just our mind. I pray that wisdom can unfold, May … Continue reading →

March 15, 2020 May words I write touch ones in need, Help them to grow or plant the seed. I yearn to stir the soul with words That help them stand, not run with herds. I pray each one will … Continue reading →

March 14, 2020 Disease can spread through vast terrains Like storms at night, torrential rains. Pandemic congers fear and dread. Will I survive? Will I be dead? “Corona” whispered late at night, Lest children hear and cry in fright. Uncertain … Continue reading →

March 12, 2020 Today is a memory I’m writing with ink, What I see, what I do, what I say, what I think. Tomorrow today’s ink will long since be dry. I can’t change the past and there’s no need … Continue reading →

March 11, 2020 On wooden pews when just a lad I heard the songs, some loud, some sad. I’d lay my head on Mother’s lap, Drift off to sleep and take a nap. My aunt shared stories from God’s word, … Continue reading →