There’s a fire, fire fire, There’s a fire in my heart today. It’s gonna burn, burn, burn, It’s gonna burn all the trash away. They’ll be a pile, pile, pile, A big old pile I’m pulling out. You’ll see it burn, burn, burn, See it burning all about.
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Jesus died not for angels Nor zebras nor the crane. He died not for marsupials Nor tigers just the same. He wasn’t born a monkey Or any other beast, Though He’s called the Lion of Judah The Lamb of God, our peace. He was born a man, a gift to men, Offered to none before. What an honor life becomes To know and love Him more.
A house divided cannot stand. It’s like a castle in the sand. It’s like a palace on the shore With a storm coming to its door. A house divided cannot live. It won’t repent and won’t forgive. It sharpens swords that it has made Against itself, which blunts its blade.
Come and sing God a new song. Come worship! Come join the throng. Let’s dance like David in the street And touch the lives of all we meet. Come, let us climb the mountain peak To shout His name. Come mild and meek!
This is a poem about what death is to believers by a friend and mentor who has preceded me in glory. May God bless what she did with her life and what she leaves behind.
A poem titled "Remembrance" by my great grandmother Florette Kilgore Haguewood, a voice from the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries, a mysterious echo from the past of sadness and hope in the midst of sorrow.
This is a poem and a short biography of my great-great grandfather Joseph Addision Scarboro, American Baptist preacher and missionary during the second half of the 19th century and first half of the 20th century.
As you enjoy your Memorial Day, take some time to honor the fallen soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the freedoms we enjoy. This is my poem, "Memorial," in memory of one such soldier.