Sometimes Christmas presentsAre last-minute things—We rush to just buy something—Hope for joy it brings.Sometimes gifts are well thought outAnd studied with care,But executed hurriedlyWe hope the idea’s fair.Sometimes our grand designsAre thwarted in some way:The store’s sold out, it’s discontinued—It costs how much? No way! But God’s Christmas PresentWas no last-minute mad dash.He did not scramble… Continue reading The Appointment of Christmas
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The First Present of Christmas
The first present of ChristmasWas not wrapped with bright paper,Shiny ribbons, sparkling bows,Or ties with ends that taper.The first present of ChristmasWas not large in any way,No impressive size,And not containing much to weigh.The first present of ChristmasDid not rattle, shake, or thump,Jingle, crinkle, ring, or beep,Or turn on with a bump.The first present of… Continue reading The First Present of Christmas
Because of Your Support You Gave to This! (Part 3)
Thanks to your support of my book, Learning to Love: A Collection of Poetry and 40 Daily Devotions, you also helped feed the hungry, clothe the poor, and support families during financial crisis through Inside-Out Ministries.
There’s a Fire In My Heart Today
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.
Book Announcement!
Thank you so much for following along with me and subscribing. You have been a big part of this journey since I restarted my blog this year. I am happy to announce my first book, Learning to Love: a Collection of Poetry and 40 Daily Devotions...
No Man Is an Island by John Donne
'No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne… Continue reading No Man Is an Island by John Donne
One Nation Under Man
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.
Weep Not
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.
Remembrance
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.
How Can Man See God and Live?
Three thousand five hundred years ago, Moses asked God to show him His glory. God answered, “you cannot see my face, for man shall not see me and live.” In my poem and post "How Can Man See God and Live," I explain how people already have seen God, and how we get to see His glory.
Learning to Love 