Category: Poetry

On this day of November, I hope you remember The love that we share, That ’twill always be there. And tho sickness may come, Or a storm rages on, Still…

Personal Poetry

How can three words mean so much, More than gift, glance, or even touch? Getting close, ‘could be the place? Nearer still, one lovely face. And so it was when…

Personal Poetry

When love the Father gave to us, And through Son’s side the spear was thrust, It did not then depend on us, His will was why He died. As foll’wers…

Personal Poetry

If flowers of the valley catch the Father’s eye, And never He misses a tear we cry, Then constant He watches the path we take, And leads us unfailing each…

Personal Poetry