The Blessing to Parents

 To the glory and praise of our heavenly Father I wrote this poem for our oldest grandchild, Ansley and her husband Dustin, who are expecting their first child this month. Art was added by our second oldest, Kourtney. 

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Here is My Hand

                                  ©AGC,  LLC Permission to reproduce granted courtesy of American Greetings Corporation

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Time and Space

Not everyone can relate to old age, but we all understand the limitations of this life. Now looking back from the other side of seventy-five I see things differently than before. This side is becoming brighter; God is becoming more real; and life is more than I ever...

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Turnstiles

What good are Birthdays now and then, Except to think what might have been; Unless we know of Whom we’re born; Who brings New Life, each day, each morn. Whose Eyes, to See; Whose Ears, to Hear; Whose Mind, to Understand How we, so small, so lost in time Are part of...

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Old ~ But New-born

I'm old, and this body is worn.                     My flesh and my heart have been torn. Time takes its toll, And makes me old; But, praise God, in Christ I'm new-born. His Spirit transcends all the age, He has written on every page~ "My Love divine Has made you...

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Angels from the Realms of Glory

Where are God's angels today? "Angels from the realms of  glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye, who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth." The angels that were present at the creation, have been present throughout all of history, waiting the...

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This Old House of Prayer

Father, Son and Holy Spirit In the morning hours, visit ~ Wake me with a gentle breeze, Or however you may please. Search my heart and know my thoughts; Reveal to me what is of naught. Remove that which you see as strange; And by your own design, arrange ~ A place...

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Grace and Grace Alone

Grace, and grace alone, could save a wretch like me. I could not die for my own sins. Christ had to die for me. A thousand deaths would not atone for my eternity; Christ's blood, and His alone, bought my sanctity. His light, and His alone, shined deep within my soul....

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How Could They? (An ode to the Reformation)

How could they give all?  How could they lay it down? Was it for crimes that they had done ~~~ or was it for a crown?   How could they die, so firm and sure  ~~~ without a shade of doubt? Was it for show or spectacle?  Was their faith that stout?   How could...

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