No Hope In This World
I may have no hope in this world, Yet I know my heart in blessed. For my only hope is Jesus Christ - He is my final rest.
I may have no hope in this world, Yet I know my heart in blessed. For my only hope is Jesus Christ - He is my final rest.
Repent, place your faith in the Anointed One! It was for this, God sent His Son.
"So, out of love, my words depart;a perfect love – yet, not my own,but Christ’s good work, and this alone;to change to flesh a stony heart."
oh, i’m not made for wellington, and the wind straight off the sea. no, i’m not made for wellington, it’s just not meant to be.
A lighthearted poem I wrote when waiting for an international connection on the way home from a missions trip to India / Bangladesh - and watching (other) people getting upgrades...
Like everybody else in the world, I turned on the TV on the morning of September 11 2001, and watched in unbelief at the horrific scenes before me.I wrote this poem the following week, and posted it on an online Christian poetry forum, which has since closed.This is dedicated to those whose lives were forever changed by the tragedy.
how, God, could anyone live in this place? with the disease, the heat and the homeless with too many people, and not enough space?
half my time is spent in queuesextinguishing my shortening fuse
“The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork.” (Psalm 19:1)
He waits at the side of the road. I approach, and the starter turns over, the pistons dance, the exhaust coughs out. Stupidly, I climb aboard.