Found sin’s cure, Heart’s made pure, Hope’s secure, Future’s sure....
Poetry
Morning Meditation
I don’t know which thrills me more...
Tea Time
And I sit down to cup of tea And calmly take my rest.
Sunset
The sun lazily Sinks under the horizon On a summer eve
Mountains Majesty
Stand and gaze Mountain haze Maker praise For His ways All our days....
The Heart’s Defense
Prudence serves as informant Of sin-tendencies dormant Calling on God’s strength in order To defend heart’s fragile border
Rebuking the Storm
This mother’s heart has been pierced. “A soft answer turns away wrath.” The rebuke sits heavily on my ears. I have no reply...
Poison Ivy
—Don’t —Don’t scratch! It’ll spread. —No, it won’t.
Eternal Security
If I fell, Though all hell Should full well My soul sell...
Cutting the Apron Strings
You’d think after all those little cuts over the years...
The Abundant Heart 