Untitled |
I have known you before your birth.
I even knew your name.
I’ve been to your house plenty of times.
I wish you would come to Mine.
I sent you an invitation.
I waited on your response.
Y...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 18:21:00 GMT |
Pressure Into Precious |
You go through life and you feel weighed down. You ask God "Why am I going through all of this?" He doesn't reply. You ask Him again just in case you think He didn't hear you. ...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 22:24:00 GMT |
God, I thank You. |
God, I thank you for the life you have given me. I thank you for covering me and keeping me from danger seen and unseen. I thank you for the years you have granted me. If it wasn't f...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Oct 2007 17:41:00 GMT |
A Prayer Away |
This is one of my favorite Yolanda Adams songs.
I know that there are times in your life,
when the wheels just seem to turn.
And uncertainties about your tomorrow seems to grow.
One thing you s...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 14:02:00 GMT |
She was more... |
She was more than my cousin's wife,
she felt like real blood.
She was more than the mother of three children,
she had more looking up to her than her offspring.
She was more than just&nb...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 12:16:00 GMT |
Are you called out for God's work? |
How do you know when you're called out for God's work? You'll know when you just don't fit in anywhere. When I say anywhere, I mean anywhere. Not even at church and with yo...
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 12:41:00 GMT |
God Loves Me So Much |
God loves me so much.
He holds me in the palm of His hands.
This way, He can always hold me.
God loves me so much.
I am the apple of His eye.
Everytime He thi...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 21:47:00 GMT |
The Discouraged Person's Prayer |
Lord, I want to know something.
Why am I going through so much?
"When I get through with you,
you shall be more than a conqueror."
But Lord, why does it hurt so bad
when people turn their back ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 18:43:00 GMT |
Beauty Is... |
This one I wrote for my English 101 class.
Beauty is the radiant, autumn sun. It smiles at me through my window. Its long arms reach through the tree branches. They gently str...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 16:19:00 GMT |
