I invite you to read my poem.
One Flower
Yet three make the one
Beautiful in its completeness
Just like Father, Spirit, Son.
I invite you to read a poem.
As I gaze upon the silky oak
In all it's flowering glory
Gold shines in a beautiful blue sky
I bet it could tell a story!
Many birds swarming to it
It's like a musical tree
Colour is not it's only blessing
It's nectar also draws the butterfly and the bee.
I invite you to read my poem.
In the beginning was the Word,
Jesus is The Word
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us,
Read on, if you have not yet heard.
Jesus is the Word,
He is the way, the truth, and the life
No one comes to the Father except through His Son,
Only Jesus; He's the One.
Bible verses: John 1:1, John 1:14, John 14:6
To see books that I have written/co-written, please go to:
https://www.facebook.com/Sonshine-Books-192637758172968/
I invite you to read a poem that I've written.
Caroling magpies
A beautiful song
Morning long.
On the power lines in the distance
I could see the silhouette of these sweet birds
Birds of a feather
Who had flocked together.
Then I heard it
A crow
A different sound
From among the flow.
He had joined in the choir
Contributing too
Singing his tune
Music by the motley crew.
To see books that I have written/co-written, please go to: https://www.facebook.com/Sonshine-Books-192637758172968/
I invite you to read my poem.
Where or who do you place your hope
Is it a person, or a place?
Perhaps a politician or party, doctor or scientist
Or perhaps it's something, that you continue to chase.
Is it man in whom you place your hope?
Or maybe a business or career
What about stored riches,
Or a seer,
Perhaps even a good news report of something that you hear.
God's children aren't immune to hurt,
But we know Who Hope Is.
We know what it is to be hard-pressed on every side
But we know, we are His
And in Him, we abide.
Psalm 33:20-22, Psalm 62:5, 2 Corinthians 4:8-9.
To see books that I have written/co-written, please go to: https://www.facebook.com/Sonshine-Books-192637758172968/
I invite you to read my poem.
My soul is in rest
My soul is fed.
He restores my soul
For me, He bled.
My soul is satisfied
Already knowing its home.
My soul is anchored in hope
I leave you with this question, from my poem.
How's your soul?
Is there a hole.
Is it satisfied?
If not, come to the One, who can make it whole.
Psalm 23:3
Hebrews 6:19-20
1 Peter 1:3-5
To see books that I have written/co-written, please go to: https://www.facebook.com/Sonshine-Books-192637758172968/
I invite you to read a poem that I have written.
Jesus became ugly,
So that we could become, beautiful.
He wasn't recognisable
He paid the ransom, in full.
A depth of love we cannot understand,
A love we cannot comprehend.
So deep, yet so high, so long, and so wide
Open your heart, and He will come in like the tide.
Truly a love we can receive,
Truly a love that is pure.
Truly a love that overflows
No boundary, His love knows.
A love with no fences,
Not bolted, nor barred.
A love unrestrained
By the One Who was marred.
Isaiah 52:14
Isaiah 53:5
Ephesians 3:18-19
1 Timothy 2:6
1 John 4:9-10
To see books that I have written/co-written, please go to: https://www.facebook.com/Sonshine-Books-192637758172968/
