Poerty and prose
In a Land of Sand
(a children's poem)
Some few thousand years ago
A cruel man was the pharaoh
Of a far-off desert land
With little rain and lots of sand.
Then one day a man of God
Came carrying a shepherd's rod;
He and Aaron told the pharaoh
“Let God's children go!”.
“No! I will not let them go!”,
Updated Mar 29th 2010 at 12:15 AM by paidforinfull
A Far Better Place
We're on our way to a far better place
Where we'll see Jesus Christ face to Face,
Bridegroom and bride, united at last
Will walk hand in hand on streets clear as glass.
Surrounded by walls of transparent gold
We'll behold wonders as yet untold
While thousands 'pon thousands of angels will sing
Praises of joy
Ride The Wind
Rise up and ride the wind, dear child,
Soar high on eagles' wings;
Though it blow fierce; though it be mild,
Rise above all that it brings.
Do not be blown here or there by the winds
Of false teaching; cunning and lies;
Resist temptations dished up by hell's fiends
No matter how hard they might try.
Updated Mar 28th 2010 at 12:44 PM by paidforinfull
"Ruth, The Moabitess"
Her people were born of a drunken, incestuous tryst in a cave near the Dead Sea close to a small town called Zoar. God had saved Lot and his family from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. The tragic events cost him his wife, and no doubt left a bad mark on him and his surviving daughters. They could not stay in the small town, Zoar ( a pun), so they left to live in the mountains. It was in these caves that the shattered family of Lot hatched the
During stormy weather
Clouds seem to lose their glow;
They darken Earth below.
The leaden sky explodes;
Rain pelts the ground with force
Threatening to erode
The soil without remorse.
Clouds rumble, roil and moan;
Lights split the sky in two;