Category Archives: Poetry

For God So Loved

For God so loved the world, HE gave. When we truly love someone, their needs become the priority. ¬†God loved us so much that HE wrapped HIMSELF in flesh, came as a babe, took the life-journey to Calvary, and gave … Continue reading

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You Are Not Alone

When you come to the Garden in the cool evening mist, You feel so alone, don’t think you’ll be missed. The world has withdrawn it’s love and concern, You’ve no one to listen, nowhere you can turn. Your heart has … Continue reading

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Seasons of Change

Ah, the beauty of a seasonal change is here. The sun sets on many moments we hold dear. The brilliance of colors deepening their hues, Cooling our schedules as autumn ensues.   We pause in the fall of the three-quarters … Continue reading

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Wisdom

I was strolling a road not chosen by me A road full of hazards and danger unseen. It wasn’t my fault, every twist, every turn So I pointed to others and my anger burned.   The skies grew dark, a … Continue reading

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You Are Not Alone

  When you come to the Garden in the cool evening mist, You feel so alone, don’t think you’ll be missed. The world has withdrawn it’s love and concern, You’ve no one to listen, nowhere you can turn.   Your … Continue reading

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I Am The Child

I am the child. I am the child who rocked herself to sleep. I am the child who cried out from the deep. I am the child who felt completely alone. I am the child, no feeling, like stone.   … Continue reading

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Dance! Dance! Dance!

If I could have one moment to see your face again, I’d memorize your tilted smile, the angle of your chin. If I could have one moment to feel your touch again, I’d always remember the aging texture of your … Continue reading

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