Come to the King

Come to the King
He bids us on high
The great Lord of all
We dare not deny.

Child Raising

These wounds we keep picking stay hurting and sore we delay them from healing, cause pain even more.

Building a Home

A house is a home
Where love, fills the rooms
Great concern to connect
Let laughter, lift gloom.

A New Year

Not dwelling on problems
Left over, last year
But am trusting the Lord
Filled with His cheer.