OUR LATEST POEMS
The Rising Son
The dogwood is a sacred symbol of a Man, most misunderstood. Thinking He was only a False Prophet, they hung Him on this Cross of wood. From that day forward, the tree's branches began growing twisted, and small, its limbs, all bent and weak. Its blood-stained...
The Christmas Rose
How beautiful is the Red Christmas Rose It was sent for all of those Who believe Jesus is from Heaven above His Red Christmas Rose was given in love. The red color represents the blood He shed The thorns are like the ones which encircled His head In order to set each...
The Power of Three
The Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost Make up this amazing Trinity. Three nails that held Jesus to the cross; Yes, there's blood saving power in the three. Three wise men came, from far away, Bearing gifts for their Christ Child in the hay. But, little did they know...
The Birth of a Lamb
Praise God! Praise God! For the birth of His Lamb. That little King of Kings, that was born in Bethlehem. God sent down His only son to pay sins price for everyone, So, Praise God for the birth of His Lamb. Praise God for His wonderful grace; And for sending His...
The Crowd
They screamed for His’ blood, yelling.........He’s guilty, let Him die;Nail Him to that cross, let Him be crucified. Who does He think He is, claiming to be God’s Son?Carry out His sentence, hurry, let the job be done. A pauper, pretending to be a prince, saying His’...
Teach me to Pray, Lord
There is so much I need to say To ask forgiveess this very day Teach me to Pray Lord Give me some guidance as I kneel to pray For some reason I do not know what to say Just give me a sign as I try to find the words To express my failures and lack of concern Teach me...
Surrounded by Love
Can we capture the love of God As a smile is caught on camera? Can we capture the light of God As a moth is confined in a jam jar? Can we capture the flood of his great mercy, Or rein in the fullness of his grace? No more than we can draw boundary lines around an...
Sunset
The clouds. I watch them change. From pink to purple, to yellow, to silver. And I notice that, whatever their hue, though they may change to grey, and reflect the sombre shade, of my heart. I still see the blue, behind them still. And the blue. The blue remains....
Sunday Morning Warning
Jesus might say, "I give you this solemn warning! Don't tell me how you behaved on a Sunday morning! I'd rather hear about how you behaved on a Monday afternoon. Now that's worship of a different tune. How did you treat folk when no church folk were around? That's...
Songs in the Night
There are songs in the night Which the light of day cannot reach It takes sorrow of soul to touch that deep There is peace of spirit That joy cannot bring It takes loss to still the heart’s constant stirring There is humbleness of heart Only gained through pain And in...