BLESSED MORNING

Pathway

As I walk down the road of life I notice many barriers in my pathway. I see small logs and stones Which are easy to overcome. But I also see Boulders that stand over my head And are as wide as an ocean With the only way around it Is Up and Over. I see

E-mail

This poem was written for my friend. I don’t know why I am writing this I don’t even know if there is a reason but I sit here typing away a message to you, my friend, whom I love dearly words I write hang across the screen sentences which have no real meaning I should

God’s Promise

God never promised A life without pain, Laughter without tears Or sun without rain. But He did promise Strength for the day, Comfort for the tears And light for the way, And for all who believe In His Heaven above He rewards their faith In His everlasting love.

What Satan Fears Most

What Satan fears most Is a man on his knees; Not vast marching armies With great weaponry.   He knows he can stand Against the power of men To engage us in battle Is mere sport to him. But a man on his knees With his head bowed in prayer Is something quite different To