Poetry

The Robe That He Wore

Spun with love, and given with joy,
I covered Him in His long journey.
Sharing life, healing, and hope to believe
What glory shined through my fine weave!

I held His frame, as He moved about
Doing His Father’s will.
But imagine my concern the evening I discerned
Agonized drops of red on my twill.

By Diane Harris

 Little Girl

The voice is beckoning from the mountain high.
A purpose in mind as her little feet step lightly.
“Where are you going?” someone from behind her calls.
“Just for a walk with Frisky.” She returns the question.

By Paul Norcross

Would You Be The One?

Would you be the one
Who embraces The Son
As you sit in your easy chair?

Would you align your day
and be able to say
About all that you hold so dear?

That I did what My Father had told,
No worries for what of mine went on hold
I chose His agenda instead.

By Anne Pedersen
Lee’s Summit, MO

Go To Arabia

Go to Arabia
Where Paul once went,
Bending the knee,
Having time spent
Learning to love
A Savior Who appears
Interrupting a plan
Of rebellious years

I Am With You

I sat beside the still waters

Waiting for my Lord
Then I felt it
The gentle breeze upon my face
He came just like He
Said He would

He was everywhere as
I looked upon
The green pastures
I could hear
His soft voice upon my ears
Talking to me in the quiet

"Look Up"

I was quiet and listened
Waiting to hear
The voice of my Lord and His love
Reaching out to me
Touching me with His presence

When I looked up there He was
Smiling down at me
Riding the wind of Heaven
And calling to me
To share His love in all my words

"Yellow Ribbons"

I tied a yellow ribbon
Around the old oak tree
For the world to see
That my Lord
Was coming

To take us with Him
Up through the clouds
And through the Heavens
Behind the stars
And just beyond

I can only imagine
What it will be like
To kneel before Him
And talk with Him
And walk with him