Share with a friend: Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestlinkedinmail

The man listening to the music and whistlingHe’s the song in my whistle

The smile in my eyes

The dance in my feet

The hope when I cry

The song in my morning

The warmth in my soul

The strength in my waning

This great One I know

Niño durmiendo sobre su padre en la playaHe chose me

He holds me

He keeps me so near

Like a child in His arms

I need never to fear

Through earthquakes and soulquakes

Despite questions insane

One thing is quite set

And one truth now remains

His hand on my life

Bringing purpose in pain

Praise in pain

(Visited 339 times, 18 visits today)
Share with a friend: Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestlinkedinmailFacebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterestlinkedinmail

8 Responses to ALL THIS AND MORE . . .

    • Hi Laurie, Yes…my words. Sometimes I wax pathetic (or is that poetic?). Seriously, I actually enjoy writing poems. Thanks for the encouragement. You are loved…

Out of Africa (Some Exciting News about My Latest Trip)
I recently returned from an incredible trip to the continent of Africa. People said Africa would ch [more]
Some Thoughts About Turning SIXTY! (Millennials Could Learn Something Here Too)
Apparently, ’57 was a good year for Elvis, Chevy’s, and my parents. I know, I know, you can [more]
How to Deal with Post-Spiritual-High Depression
Sometimes, following an experience in which God showed up in a powerful way, we can find ourselves [more]
What If This Were the Last Blog I Ever Wrote? (A Few Insights from a Dying Man)
If you know me, you know I have a bit of a drama queen buried deep inside my soul. At times, I tend [more]
Tiny Greatness (Why You Shouldn’t Worry About the Small)
We often make fun of people and things that are tiny. That car is awfully tiny. Does it come wit [more]
Not Everybody Likes You or Me (And It’s Okay)
The desire to be liked and approved of by others runs deep in most of us. Maybe all of us. We are w [more]