Sometimes I do stuff Sometimes I don’t Sometimes my stubborn will simply, sternly says “I won’t!” My smile is quite an introvert Does not...

I was taught to sing “Jesus Loves Me This I Know” Long before this little light of mine began to shine Long before I knew or understood...

smoldering wicks and scented candles Lyric poetry by Marc Haney available through: https://books.apple.com/us/book/pentecostal-perfume/id...

When I’ve been a channel of a blessing you received Lift your grateful heart up to the Source, the One who called us to believe From whom...

That’s a phrase I often heard (and used ) when I was in the Navy; usually at the conclusion of a task deemed sufficient, with no interest...

There was no apparent beauty to lose Protected, undetected - hidden from view A flower was forming as a sleepy seed grew The cold ground...

The early morning darkness Hours before the dawn Tears of joy I can’t explain Or imagine ever being gone They could soon be gone forever...

Silently now I wait for Thee Ready my God Thy will to see . . . (Open My Eyes That I May See - Clara  H. Scott) If...

There was, and apparently still is, a perfume called My Sin, created in Russia in 1924. I don’t know if my mother used it , but I am sure...

What I thought would bring a life of satisfaction Was in truth just a lifeless distraction One holy ounce of prevention Sharpened my...

The dust beneath the welcome mat Outside the back door It's no disgrace to know your place Don't inflate your value - blessed are the...

The Holy Spirit came upon me In a mighty way As I began to listen To what He was sent to say He brought gifts that He’d been holding...

I often feel the need to rearrange my planning Intentions start to crumble, ambitions lose their steam The greeting of a new day, fresh...

See what harm a lie can do, simply take a look around you Pick today or yesterday or any time in history Look to the east or west, the...

You make your song a hymn So much more than a performance But when does this begin This sweet supply of ordnance Is it transformed upon...

Things that didn’t happen The way I thought they would Things that didn’t turn out The way I thought they should No regrets and no...

There’s nothing I possess that makes me any better If I think there is, it only goes to show That I don’t understand how much I’ll always...

To the “rich and powerful,” to the egomaniacal, despicable, miserable world leaders (whatever world you may think you lead), blinded by...

Not so long ago, we would sit and wait and watch For the morning light’s first announcement Quietly amazed at the many ways You arrive,...

A grey winter day Too cold to go out and play And I'm too old Some would say Yet the light of real dawn Shines brighter on The fullness...