Tags : God

The Purpose of Two

The Purpose of Two

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


The Purpose of Two Looking down at her ring, to her, it meant everything. She had waited a lifetime to have him stand by her s..
The Listener

The Listener

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


The Listener He is there waiting, His ears ever training To the sound of her cries. Longing to wipe her eyes. Intending to he..
A Lovely Day to Go to God

A Lovely Day to Go to God

A Story by Serendipity1000


A haunting story.
Eternity Comes

Eternity Comes

A Poem by Earl Schumacker


The limits of sex. The expanse of the Universe.
Water, Ice and Steam

Water, Ice and Steam

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


Water, Ice and Steam Water flows throughout the world, In all its parts, ever dwelling. Water spreads abroad, Nourishing all,..
The Holy Spirit Reigns

The Holy Spirit Reigns

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


The Holy Spirit Reigns Rain down on Your people Your comfort and power. Gracing with Your Spirit, Our high tower. The..
Be the River

Be the River

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


Be the River Ever flowing, The river is constantly moving. On and on it flows, Always renewing. It never stops, ..
In the Valley

In the Valley

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


In the Valley Dark and lonely, Long and winding. It seems impossible to look ahead, As fear and anguish are blinding. ..
The Golden Sun

The Golden Sun

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


The Golden Sun High in the sky, An orb of magnificent light. Beaming down with all might, Blinding to the sight. Pow..
Mom and King Solomon

Mom and King Solomon

A Story by Randy Johnson


THIS ARTICLE EXPLAINS WHY MY LATE MOTHER WAS A BETTER PERSON THAN KING SOLOMON.
Taking Up My Rod

Taking Up My Rod

A Poem by Melinda McQueen


Taking Up My Rod Use me to Thy will, To gather the sheep unto Thee. Feeding words of love; Let it be. Having given t..
God Does

God Does

A Poem by Trevor McLeod


God
Apart

Apart

A Poem by Trevor McLeod


God misleading man
Time for a storm

Time for a storm

A Poem by Anna Rivers


It will carry you and carry you,But where will it end?Hurled in every direction,I can't seem to senseThat very end.Ah! Oh, Eye of the storm,Do comfort..
The Unknown

The Unknown

A Poem by Anna Rivers


In some ways, it would have been better if things only stayed the same...But they can't be the same.Jane looked out her window and knew it to be so.....