A Poem of Praise

How high can a butterfly fly? Only God knows how, when and why For He designed each wing before each cocoon Just as He knows the shape of our brow before placing us in our mother's womb Oh to Him who is immeasurably able! Can we fathom? Can we find a label? No! There is … Continue reading A Poem of Praise

Christ Every Day

The leaf shredded and dead Wiggles in the wind The winter chill dawns Casting its shadows on what's left of Fall In my lungs I breathe What seems clean Unfiltered, unaffected by the world Oh it is His work Sent to meet me As I walk along His street Under gray cloud cover A brightness … Continue reading Christ Every Day