what some call death

It's the older things,

That we truly cherish,

But soon sadly,

They all perish,

They quickly fall,

So far away,

Those precious loves,

We cannot pay,

They all hold on,

To the last breath,

But falls upon,

What some call death,

And in the end,

Will they truly die,

Or rise again

To the heaven's sky,

As they mount on wings,

And fly away,

And finally see,

The brighter day.

So --then let it be,

As what I've said,

An awesome liberty,

Over what some call death.

Forgiveness

Thanksgiving

          “Thanksgiving”

Today we give thanks for all we have,

For the good and the great, and even for the bad,

For the earth God has planted,

For the health we’ve been granted,

For our family and our friends,

For our country and its freedoms,

For the church and its blessings,

For fairy tale endings,

For a home, and its warmth,

And for the food before us,

For all things forgotten,

That we fail to mention often,

And most of all,

Our praises fall,

For a God indeed,

A Poem

                                  “A Poem”

                                  A poem is a golden key

                                  Hidden amidst a gathering

                                  Of words, meanings, and feelings,

                                  Opening our hearts softly

Simple truth

                                               Greatest sinner I am,

                                              But greater Savior is You,

                                              You loved me before I began

                                              To run away from the truth