A thought about the return of Jesus for His bride.

He has painted their faces for war Warriors marked and hidden in the storm Ready for battle with a crushing jaw The glory of The Lord is seen upon their faces

He lived to cry, He lived to Die He died to Give...That I might live....

Just a short poem I wrote years ago about how a choice made does make a difference.

A reminder to remember who we are.

God is always there, even on the darkest days.

This is a poem about the mind of Mary as Jesus is born.

To believe is to know the value of a nurturing heart, The innocence of a child’s eyes and the beauty of an aging hand, for it is through their teachings we learn to love.

The word of God is a mirror. It will tell us who we are if we let it. Just like the woman at the well, the Lord can only help us if we are truthful. I believe when we show God who we really are then He can show Himself to us. Thank God, He didn't leave us the way that He found us.

God gives all of us talents. We need to remember who the creator is. Everything He does is beautiful. It truly is time to use our talents and do a work for the kingdom of god.