The Writing on the Wall
A weary mother returned from the store,Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,Eager to relate what his younger brother had done. "While I was out…
A weary mother returned from the store,Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.Awaiting her arrival was her eight-year-old son,Eager to relate what his younger brother had done. "While I was out…
I’m Blessed! I’m blessed to be alive.One of the chosen fewThat’ll see the sunriseAnd feel the early dew. I’m blessed to be aliveLiving on his promiseWith my joy in overdriveHe…